Great Master! Come to your senses, Ambassador!"

A huge pit with a width of about 30 sheets. A blood-soaked robe was revealed among the gathered students of the opening. Wrinkled hands trembled intermittently. A puddle of blood pooled under the severed legs. A rosary egg stained red with the blood of a rosary floated above it

.

The footsteps of Jeokcheongang, who had found a close friend, stopped abruptly.

Jeokcheongang became far away in front of his eyes.

The last conversation they had together lingered in his ears.

"Something has happened. I need to get away for a while."

'now?'

'I'll take care of it soon.'

'Is it small or big?'

'Amitabha Buddha said that if you solve the big problems first, the small ones will also be solved.'

'That bastard's Amitabha. That's why you're listening.'

'What if it's Buddha and what if it's Daengjung?

Heh heh heh.'

I clearly remember him leaving with a smile before half-time.

But why…

'Why are you doing this here?'

Sludge.

Mud and blood spattered. The open beggars surrounding the fallen old monk backed away and bowed their heads.

"That enemy is great!"

"The ark is chasing the bell pendulum. Ha, but by the time we arrived, it was already too late

??

The voice that flowed from Jeokcheongang's lips was as dry as the ashes left over from burning.

All sounds had stopped and the world seemed to have stopped. Already, his senses were directed towards only one person.

"I am here."

The usual greeting. However, instead of a smirk, the answer was replaced by a painful cough.

Cool. His heart thumped and black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Serious internal injuries. Even pieces of internal organs came out, so what happened to the inside of his body? You can tell Ji without

even looking at him.

Jeokcheongang said calmly and sat down beside Goengdo.

Grabbing the blood-soaked wrist of the old monk and letting go of his energy, he was able to confirm that his guess was real.

Unrecoverable. Four painful and heavy letters filled Jeokcheongang's head. "

Do you remember when we first met? The time when I fought with the Demonic Cult bastards because it was a day away from Gansuk."

Are you listening or are you listening?

Everyone had the same question, but Jeokcheongang didn't care and continued talking.

"At first, I wondered if there was such a thing. But it's regrettable that it's time to break up with you.

Although he never said it out loud, he was the only friend he could open up to in his life.

He had to be a trustworthy disciple to his teacher, and a reliable teacher to his first disciple who later accepted him.

But it was different for Goongdo. If I was with him, I could become a mere human Jeokcheongang, not someone else's nothing.

"You know what?"

Jeokcheongang said in a low voice, pouring his energy into the Myeongmun Blood of Goengdo.

"You are my best friend."

Breathing, which was at risk of being cut off at any moment, became comfortable, and the eyelids, which seemed to be closed forever, managed to open.

Reflection of light. Jeokcheongang said while staring at the gray eyes of the great sword that lit up the last flame of life.

"Speak. Anything is fine."

The blood-soaked lips of the swordsman fluttered. Jeokcheongang's expression changed every moment as he listened to his last will with his ear on his lips.

Anger Shock The realization of something.

And the last emotion that came to mind was sadness.

slip. Took.

The voice mixed with coughing stopped. The fluttering chest and the fluttering eyelids calmed down comfortably.

Jeokcheongang, who was staring at Goengdo with his eyes closed as if he was asleep, with a satisfied smile on his lips, opened his mouth.

"I'm going to Shaolin."

It was a voice boiling like lava.

The Great King!

He, the master of Shaolin Temple and one of the Ten Kings, called the North Head of Mount Tai in Murim, passed away.

It is also in Hanam, the front yard of Shaolin and where the Seongra Great Banquet takes place.

"This can't be."

"Great Ambassador!"

Sorrow and shock filled the hall, but my eyes were fixed on one person.

He opened his mouth to look at his back, hardened like a plaster statue.

No, no, Master."

Jeokcheongang, who was looking down at Goengdo's corpse, turned his head.

"I'm going to Shaolin."

A voice like boiling lava.

My breath is choked and my skin tingles at the blade-like force that flowed from the whole body of the fire king, Jeokcheongang.

However, only one eye was cold.

Now, with a thread of reason, he was suppressing the urge to tear the pendulum right away and kill him.

What the hell is it that precedes the revenge of the dearest friend?

"Is that the last will of the monk Guengdo?"

"later. The village is in a hurry right now."

When Jeokcheongang finished speaking, dozens of people quickly approached from a distance. Among them, the king of thunderstorms, who was at the forefront, widened his eyes at the scene unfolding in front of him.

"A freaking thief!"

"There is no time for surprises, so listen to me."

Jeokcheongang spoke quickly.

"I will head to Shaolin this way. You should inform everyone about this and mobilize. There must be no delay."

"Are you going to spread your heavenly aspirations to catch the Jonglichu?"

"The opposite."

"What?"

"Manli molestation is chasing him, but it's sure to fail. When people gather, come to Shaolin right away."

"Did you just say Shaolin?"

"okay."

Jeokcheongang nodded with a heavy expression

.

"...!"

Those shocking words left the hall in silence. Even the King of Thunder's mouth was wide open, but it was no different than me.

To Shaolin Temple?'

What kind of place is Shaolin Temple? It is a temple and school in a great position that it is natural to be called the North Head

of

Mt. Headquarters. Even when Shaolin Temple's power declined, its deep-rooted history and the respect of the world remained strong. But

to think that a bloody wind was blowing right into Shaolin Temple.

…."

"Go!"

Kwabaa!

The king of the red streams of the red streams of the red streams of the gibber, the king of the

wall, shut up. The one you kill will eventually see you in Shaolin."

"Amcheon…"

Several leaders, including the King of Thunder, widened their eyes. Judging by the reaction, it was clear that they had already heard the words.

"Do you understand that 1:00 is urgent now?"

Jeokcheongang, who turned his head away from the king of thunder, scanned the crowd with deeply sunken eyes.

"Everyone do just as I say. That is the final meaning of the great sword."

Now I really can't delay time. After exchanging glances, Jeokcheongang and I simultaneously exercised the divine law and left the place.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

The cold liquid touched my cheek as I was teasing my feet in the strong wind.

Clear skies without a single cloud. There is no sign of rain.

However, there must have been tears in the eyes of someone running away after losing a friend and putting off revenge.

no this is rainwater I decided to think it was rainwater.

'Damn it.'

I gritted my teeth thinking of the bell pepper.

I had a hunch that today was going to be a long day.

* * *

Beep!

"Find the beast!"

"May be hiding around here!"

"Everyone calm down. Nothing will happen!"

The Murim Alliance was as noisy as a beehive that

had been disturbed. Numerous Murim people who attended the Seongra Daeyeon were scouring the area to find the bell weight with their eyes on, and the civilians moved according to the control with anxious expressions

.

They still don't know that Zhonglichu has already fled far away and that King Hongdoo is dead.

On the other hand, they thought about telling them, but soon erased them from their minds.

'It only adds to the confusion.'

But that doesn't mean I can't afford to visit the leaders one by one and tell them.

There's only a slight time difference, and they'll know soon.

Right now, I had to do my best just to follow Jeokcheongang.

"Fortunately, the distance to Shaolin Temple is not that far . not.'

Fortunately, it took about three o'clock by carriage to move from Sungsan to Murimmaeng after passing the preliminary exam, so if you use the new method like now, the time will be shortened

dramatically

. The tall buildings on the street disappeared and rice fields appeared.

When crossing the wide open plain, Jeokcheongang, which had been leading silently throughout, suddenly opened its mouth,

"Jongrichu Amcheon Unknown.

The four words uttered in a hushed voice If someone unfamiliar heard it, it would be just a random list of words, but I immediately understood it

because

it was the answer I had been waiting for a while.

"Yes. Even that had to be squeezed out with all my strength."

"..."

"It wasn't strange that he had already stopped breathing. I was holding out to tell the old lady that."

For a moment, Jeokcheongang's trembling voice calmed down.

"What do you think?"

"It's just as Noya guessed."

"It's just a guess, not a certainty. Say it without adding or subtracting."

"First of all, the first two words seem to indicate that the weight of the bell weight is dark, without any need for explanation."

"and?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure, to be honest."

"Do you remember the disciple of the great sword?"

"Oh sure."

The young monk I met at an inn in memory of a year ago that is still vivid was a disciple of King Hong

Dao

. " By the way,

what is a Buddhist field? Did you mean something like the staff that monks carry?"

Jeokcheongang nodded,

"That's right. However, the Buddha Jang mentioned by Gueng Dao refers to the green jade Buddha statue, a sacred object of Shaolin."

"A green jade fire?"

Suddenly, I remembered a scene from the day when Jeokcheongang and Heungdo, whom we had met for the first time in a while, were laughing and exchanging stories

.

'Green jade Buddha. Entrusting a thousand-year-old sacred object of Shaolin with great authority to such a person. Everyone must be blind.'

At that time, the staff that Qingdao took out of his bosom was extremely short, and the smooth surface had a soft green light. I wanted something like that,

but I was quite surprised to hear that it was a sacred object

of Shaolin .

"Not long before his death, Guengdo once told Nobu that he entrusted the chrysanthemum to his disciple."

Just as he narrowed his brows slightly, Jeok Chun-gang continued,

"The green jade fire field is a sacred object of Shaolin, and at the same time, it is also a sign that the headmaster always carries."

"ah!"

A single exclamation flowed without my knowledge. It was because of a thought that flashed through my mind at the moment. The will that

Guengdo uttered with all his strength, the reason why Jeokcheongang turned to Shaolin while delaying revenge for his most precious friend

. !"

"okay."

Jeokcheongang's sinking voice continued,

"Amcheon's real purpose is not to kill Goongdo, but to steal the chrysanthemum."

With this, everything became clear.

It is clear that Zhong Lichu, or Amcheon, wanted Shaolin's divine object.

Guengdao exerted his last strength to announce that fact and left a will about him

. Even a three-year-old child could tell where Amcheon's footsteps would go as long as he knew

.

When I remembered what Jeokcheongang had said to King Byeolgyeok, my head seemed to go cold

. Footsteps moving

fast

and breathlessly.

It was an old voice that stopped the middle-aged man who was speeding along the mountain road.

"Your young friend must be busy."

The owner of the voice was an old man with a beard that stretched to his chest.

He was tall and neatly trimmed, and at first glance he looked like a retired university student

.

The middle-aged man's neck trembled greatly, and

a voice that could not hide the tension escaped his lips.

"Who are you?"

"He's just an old man who came out for a drink. I came here to do some chores because I really like the light of Mt. Song."

"Is it a pastime?"

The middle-aged man shouted at this,

"Stop the bullshit! You, too, must have been possessed by wicked demons!"

"huh?"

The old man, who opened his eyes wide, immediately smiled.

"Young friend has a fiery personality. Still better than the guys I met before. They were busy telling lies."

"I heard you met earlier… Could it be?"

"Woodcutter herbalist. Why are there so many crooks? Ah, those who disguised themselves as a couple to pray for a pregnancy were at least okay. Even the old lady was almost fooled by something."

"...!"

"That's why they killed all of them, regardless of whether they were Murim people or civilians. I thought that would be much more comfortable."

The middle-aged man's new face trembled as if struck by lightning.

Undoubtedly. The comrades who scattered to deliver the urgent message must have already met death.

Perhaps soon he will meet the same fate.

'I should be thankful that my death wasn't in vain.'

Those on earth were caught in nets, but not in heaven.

It was that moment when I embraced a ray of comfort while watching Jeon Seo-eung flying vigorously over the plains far away.

Beep profit!

Along with a sharp giseong (奇聲), something black attacked Jeon Seo-eung.

Even at first glance, it is three or four times bigger. The fight between the two flying beasts in mid-air ended hopelessly quickly.

hey hey Blood flowed from the teeth of the middle-aged man who clenched tightly at the sight of Jeon Seo-eung falling with a despair.

"Amcheon…"

"Oh, do you know us?"

"Why don't you know? You're an old man who's going to be angry!"

"Most of the open beggars don't know. Judging from the fact that Mu Gong is usable, it's not like Haowen's slobber… That's right. It was Eunyeonggak."

The old man who had been stroking his beard raised a corner of his mouth.

"However, I am a bit uncomfortable hearing the word 'Chun In Gong No'. What do you think?"

"Even if you dare to do this…"

the middle-aged man was about to shout, his bloodshot eyes wide open, when the old man shook his head.

"No, not you."

Then he raised a skinny finger and pointed over the middle-aged man's shoulder.

"I think you asked that friend."

"...!"

Wood deok!

The middle-aged man couldn't turn his head.

The sky and the earth turned upside down and the vision shook.

The last sensation he felt was only one.

'hot.'

Fire. dump.

The charred corpse was dismembered.

Then, someone's foot trampled on the middle-aged man's head, which had become a lump of charcoal.

"Han Su (寒嗽). What kind of dog are you doing? I'm playing with these guys."

The owner of the rough voice was an old man with a solid physique. The unruly beard was unusually red.

At the appearance of an old friend who had been together for decades, an old man like a college student smiled

. What about the stomach?"

"I'm busy having fun for a while. Ah, the chrysanthemum field is said to be owned by that disciple."

"okay? Then let's go together. Salt lake."

The two of them smiled and walked slowly.

With each step, the screams from the Shaolin Temple drew closer.