Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 59

Is Sodoji Really a Tosa? (3)

Magi gathered in Hwang Moon-yak's head as if he had a will, and prepared for a fight.

'I can't touch this.'

it's a pain in the ass

If there is even a collision in the head after attacking clumsily, Hwang Mun-yak will have to greet the Grim Reaper neatly. No, maybe by now, the grim reaper might be kicking his tongue behind the back of Cheongmyeong.

But what if you go away like this?

'That's even worse.'

The underside of Hwang Moon-yak's head was completely purified. But that's not necessarily good news. The purified body will receive the magic at a faster rate.

It is the same principle as if you dissolve ink in clear water, it spreads quickly.

If you advance, you die, and if you retreat, you die.

Chungmyeong, who was on the verge of falling into a quagmire, hesitated for a moment, unable to do this or that.

'What do we do?'

As for his temper, he wants to charge him right away, but what will happen if he behaves according to his temper is too obvious.

Cheongmyung, who had been pondering over and over again, bit his lip.

'That's right.'

You can't do this or that?

Then, if you don't do both, that's it!

Qingming pushed the energy to one side. A mouse bites a cat when it is in a corner, and a soldier who strikes a bae jin will fight desperately until the moment of death.

But what if there was room to escape? The rat runs away, and the soldiers retreat, throwing away their weapons.

'Now, here is a place to escape.'

Qingming opened the way.

Hwang Moon-yak's body has no place to escape. but one place. There is only one hole to escape.

That's the body of the blue one.

As the power is pushed to one side and the head is gradually pressed, the Magi begin to push out in search of an empty space. Eventually, he climbed over to Hwang Mun-yak's body with Cheong-myeong's hand. Since he sent all his history to Hwang Moon-yak and his body is empty, it is more suitable for escaping.

"Eww……."

A moan leaks out of nowhere.

A tingling sensation rushed through my arms and spread all over my body in an instant. With terrible pain, his eyes become blurred and he loses consciousness.

"ね!"

Cheong-myeong recovered his history from Hwang Moon-yak's body. And he began to spread his history throughout his whole body.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

There was the sound of a waterfall falling from within. The Magi, who have no other place to go, start a desperate struggle. However, the history of Qingming suppressed the Magi like the occupying forces, mercilessly to the extent that their cleanliness was overshadowed.

A situation in which every part of the body has turned into a battlefield.

bang! bang! bang!

A roar echoes inside the body. With each burst of binge, unbearable pain tormented Cheongmyeong. However, Cheongmyung bit his lip with bloodshot eyes.

Losing consciousness here?

'Do not be ridiculous.'

The pride of Plum Blossom Zone does not allow it.

Cheongmyeong stood still and waited for the last binge. The power of Qingming attacked the remaining Magi until the very end.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Thousands of voices explode.

Your vision turns white and your consciousness fades away. Qingming slowly closed his eyes. The history of completely subduing the Magician begins to shake the whole body with a victorious message.

one wheel. two wheels.

As if he was satisfied with his record of completing twelve weeks in an instant, he returned to Danjeon and quietly played around.

It is only after the whole process is completed that Cheong-myeong wakes up.

"Turn it off. I almost fell."

No joke, it was really dangerous.

In essence, this level of magic is not something that the level of clarity can handle. Even the slightest mistake would have killed either Qingming or Hwang Moonyak.

'This time it was really dangerous. You must never do this again.'

Cheongmyung gently rubbed the mouth of his danjeon.

"But it seems that something has increased a bit."

There is no particular reason for it to increase, but it feels like something is missing.

“…that’s right, it’s a rat tail, huh?”

It was a history that clearly puts into practice the saying that small peppers are spicy, but small things are small. I'm just not sure when I'll be able to fill this like a big river.

Qingming sighed and turned his head to look at Hwang Moonyak. There is little redness on his face because the poison has disappeared. He seems to have regained his health in an instant.

I guess so.

It wasn't just the poison that went away, it was because he was washed with bees. It can't be compared to having a metamorphosis of bones, but life expectancy must have been increased by at least ten years.

"Twitter."

Thinking that he only did good things for no reason, Cheong-myeong clicked his tongue and approached Hwang Moon-yak.

"Uh... uh."

He seems to be regaining consciousness.

I thought my eyes were trembling, but then I slowly opened my eyes.

Hwang Moon-yak's eyes, which had been swaying here and there without focus, touched Cheong-myeong.

Soon, Moonyak Hwang opened his mouth with a dying voice.

“Who… you are.”

Qingming smiled brightly.

"fresh."

“……”

"No, Soshinseon?"

“……”

Hwang Moon-yak shuddered helplessly.

“I must have died and went to hell.”

“……”

what man?

* * *

After Hwang Moon-yak regained consciousness, the top of the galaxy was quickly cleaned up.

It seems that Beon Ja-bok, who assassinated Hwang Moon-yak, was planning to kill Hwang Jong and even his children if the plan succeeded. If all the bloodlines of the imperial family contracted the same disease and died slowly, the public would believe that the imperial family was cursed or succumbed to a strange disease, so the plan would avoid suspicion.

In fact, the plan worked pretty well. If Hwang Moon-yak had died suddenly, everyone would have suspected it, but since he had been suffering for nearly a year, no one could have guessed that it was murder.

Didn't he even notarize that the party is not poisonous?

If Qing Ming had not appeared, the imperial family would have ceased to exist according to the governor's plan, and the governor would have stolen the royal family's fortunes.

In the midst of this, he recites a sad story that cannot be heard without tears, along with the fact that he is the son of a merchant who competed with Hwang Moon-yak, but that is unknown to Cheong-myeong.

"If you commit a crime, you should be right. Where in the world is there a person without a story?"

The only thing that Chong Myung was interested in was the source of the danma water. However, even that was said to be a dungeon found in a corpse he encountered deep in the mountains while on the way up.

Cheongmyeong was steamed.

'Hey, there's no way you can be so lax if the magicians have done it.'

No, I couldn't have dealt with it more carefully and quietly than that. Aren't they the ones who throw it over if it bothers you?

In any case, in conclusion, it can be said that everything went well, as we got the pleural effusion, cured Hwang Dae-in's disease, and confirmed that magic was not entangled.

Thanks to this, Cheongmyeong, who became the benefactor of the upper galaxy, was treated as a precious guest.

It's a very valuable guest treat.

"Ummm."

Hwang Moon-yak sat down lightly.

"Father. You still have to be careful about your movements. You just got up from the bed."

"It's okay. It's true that I've been lying down for a long time, but now I'm more energetic than before I fell."

"still……."

"No worries."

Hwangjong looked at Hwang Moonyak with questionable eyes.

Even so, the form of Hwang Moon-yak now was nothing more than a throat. To feel like you're about to go to the place you're supposed to pick up at any moment and collapse, and you're overflowing with energy.

"More than that."

Hwang Moon-yak raised his head and looked at Cheongmyeong.

"...is this Qingmyeong small dojo...?"

"Yes. Didn't you see me then?"

“It seems that the impression has changed a little from that time.”

"Ah. I ate so well."

Qingming scratched the back of his head with his plump hands.

The eyes of those who saw the scene were subtly swayed.

'The number of people has doubled.'

'How the heck did you eat so much for three days that your clothes are about to burst?'

'There is no other Buddha who sees oil flowing down his face. If I had gone to the Buddha, I would have been great, why did I go to the Tao?'

'Suksu said that he was dying, so there must be a reason.'

Everyone shook their heads at the sight of Cheongmyeong, who had doubled in size in just three days.

Fortunately, only Hwang Moon-yak maintained a calm complexion. As if to show how old-fashioned a merchant he is.

"You should say hello first."

Hwang Moon-yak fell flat on the spot. Hwangjong, startled by this, tried to get him up, but when he saw his father's stern gaze, who raised his head slightly, he backed away without a word.

Hwang Mun-yak, who had bit Hwang-jong with only his eyes, lowered his head again and opened his mouth.

"Thanks to the small stamp, I saved my life. There is no way I can repay this favor."

"Hey. Wake up, get up."

Why is there no way to repay? The problem is that there are too many

At Qingming’s words, Hwang Moon-yak slowly stood up and smiled.

"I've heard the story from the servant. If it wasn't for the seal, I would have already died. Even animals know the grace that saved me, but if I was born as a human and forgot grace, I wouldn't be as bad as an animal."

oops. speak well

Yes. Yes.

Hwang Mun-yak said quietly, looking at Cheong-myeong.

"I wonder if there is any way in the world to pay back the life saver, but I want to do the best I can. If the benefactor wants anything, please tell me without hesitation."

"Oh, you want it."

"Yes."

"Haha. How can you save people and get a reward with the body of a Daoin. If you learn from a monk, great things will happen."

"Boeun does not discriminate against people. If you let the grace flow away just because you were saved by someone who seeks the way, the world will ridicule you. And it is unacceptable even for me."

“I know the heart, but… even the monks will not tolerate it. I came here without the monk’s permission.”

"...without the inquisitor's permission?"

"Yeah. It was urgent, so I didn't have time to get permission from the inquisitor."

Hwang Moon-yak looked at the young Do-in in front of him with moved eyes.

How can you not be moved if you say that you have risked yourselves and crossed the gates of inquisition to save yourself?

"So far!"

"As I said, it's urgent."

Hwang Mun-yak was moved, and Hwang Jong narrowed his eyes.

'It looked very relaxed.'

But I dare not open my mouth in front of my father.

Hwang Moon-yak, who had been nodding his head for a long time, opened his mouth with a happy face.

"I'll solve that problem. And the dojo. I won't tell the inquisitor, so please tell me what you want. I will do my best to..."