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Chapter 8 - Episode 8. Face to face with the cult leader (3)

Episode 8. Face to face with the cult leader (3)

It is called Seongyeong (仙境), or Mureungdowon (武陵桃源), referring to a place with a nice view and a cozy place. It meant that it was as beautiful as the world where immortals live.

But it was clear that this place was truly a paradise.

Tweet.

Small, pretty birds sat on the tree and sang.

Sabagsabag.

Deer with shiny, shiny fur were leisurely grazing the grass. Even though he felt like he was popular, he didn't care at all.

Slurp.

A stream flowed on one side, and the sky was clear without a single cloud.

The flower petals danced among themselves in the wind. The warm wind blowing was filled with the scent of spring, and on one side, a lilyflower was in full bloom.

'omg… … .'

what's this?

It's obviously winter now. Because it was a regional area, it may have been warmer than the north, but it was basically very cold.

But it's spring here, right?

'what? 'Am I dreaming now?'

Cheon Ha-jin raised his hands and pulled his cheeks to both sides with a blank expression.

sick.

'It's not a dream?'

At that moment, Cheon Ha-jin's eyes sparkled.

'Fantasy camp?!'

The magic method that deceives a person's five senses and causes hallucinations is called a phantom illusion.

Since the season is winter, this scene makes no sense. Didn't he even come inside the building instead of outside?

If so, this must be an area with a fantasy formation.

however… … .

'Why are there so many really similar strategies?'

In order to be good at spraying water, you must have a certain degree of expertise in the method of casting.

Moreover, in order to hear the sound of Salsujiwang, one must acquire almost expert level knowledge of Jinbeop.

The level of the fantasy camp here was so high that even such a world class camp was difficult to overcome.

Although it is impossible to jump to conclusions, it would not be unreasonable to say that it was a top-class attack method.

'Huh, anyway, it's good.'

After retiring from Gangho, I wanted to build a big house and live in a place like this. This was exactly the ideal home site I had dreamed of in my imagination.

It was time for him to open his mouth and look around.

"This way."

Wow, what a surprise!

Cheon Ha-jin turned his head to where the voice was heard.

"… … !"

A large sperm was caught in his field of vision.

It was a pavilion that did not exist until a little while ago. If there was such a large and antique pavilion, there was no way I wouldn't have known about it.

And there, a man wearing a dragon robe was sitting with his back turned.

Kuuk.

His fingers curled and his fists clenched.

Cheon Ha-jin, who looked at the man's back for a moment, slowly walked away.

Jump and jump.

One step at a time, walking carefully and cautiously.

Then something surprising happened.

Slurp.

Where he took a step, the grass grew up to his shins, but as soon as he took his step away, it withered and crumbled.

When he took a step again, other grasses came up, and when he took a step back, they withered and died.

Life is contained in one step, and death permeates in two steps. However, Cheon Ha-jin, who was walking while looking at the man's back, did not notice it.

Cheon Ha-jin walks as if possessed by something.

The man's eyes sparkled as he lowered his head and brought the glass to his mouth.

'Life and death?'

He slowly put down his glass and looked around.

The atmosphere of a peaceful fairyland gradually invades his world, which was at the edge of a cliff.

'… … 'That's fun.'

How much time has passed like that?

flinch!

Before he knew it, Cheon Ha-jin had reached the stairs opposite the pavilion and his feet came to a shaky stop.

He felt something unexplainable.

'huh?'

Cheon Ha-jin hurriedly looked around.

The world was the same as before. The wildflowers were in full bloom, and deer and birds were playing peacefully.

'I definitely felt something strange?'

flinch!

At that moment, a sharp pain of unknown origin went up his spine and all the way to the back of his neck.

'… … .'

Cheon Ha Jin flinched and massaged his neck.

He felt as if he had been stung by a bee. The sharp pain brought him to his senses.

'What can I say… … I don't know why... … .'

A strong light shone in his hazy eyes.

'It's dangerous here.'

The mind and body are ultimately one.

Although he had never felt at ease even for a single day, Hogang, who had never enjoyed anything in his life, made his mind and body flexible for three months.

However, the instinct to kill, which had been honed throughout his life, was not going to disappear in just three months.

The instinctive cry that I had cried out countless times until now reawakened in an environment I had never encountered before.

And I told you. That this place is not safe.

Knowing with your head and 'understanding' deeply in your heart are completely different.

Only now did Cheon Ha-jin clearly realize that this was a truly dangerous place.

How dangerous is this place?

'Enough to suppress even the sixth sense engraved in the soul!'

He put one foot on the stairs.

Excited.

My heart was racing.

My heart is pounding.

The gaze that was slowly heard opened the world above, little by little.

Sreuk.

Cheon Ha-jin finally came up to the pavilion.

"Sit down."

Wooooow.

The clear voice that comes in as if he had been waiting for it is truly overwhelming. Cheon Ha-jin's uvula fluttered along with the saliva he swallowed.

A man came into his field of vision.

The man was sitting at an angle with one arm resting on his side and pouring a drink with a languid movement.

Grrr.

A cup that fills slowly.

However, Cheon Ha-jin's attention was not captured by the cup, but by the man himself.

'big!'

It is truly a magnificent physique.

At first glance, his body was almost seven feet tall, and his shoulders were wide open to the left and right, reminiscent of a mountain range.

His hands were also very large, so a fairly thick bottle of alcohol was wrapped around his fingers.

His tangled hair covers half of his face, and the underwear he wears underneath his loosely draped dragon robe exposes his entire chest.

He was disheveled.

The strong yet smooth chest muscles and upper abdominal muscles that looked as if they were about to burst disturbed his vision.

It was difficult to guess age from the half-revealed face.

Rich, frost-free hair and wrinkle-free skin. But I didn't feel young at all.

A very languid and decadent atmosphere that does not suit his size.

What created that atmosphere was a sense of dignity and leisure that could never be created by energetic youth.

'Master of the Demon Cult!'

Finally, we meet the master of the Heavenly Demon Church of the time.

It was the moment when I encountered Lee Cheon-sang, the Nine Great Heavenly Demons, who received the divine command of the Heavenly Demon for the ninth time in history.

* * *

"Has the Three Dukes gone in?"

"That's right."

A middle-aged man, the Great Protector of Shinkyo, Mu Dam, stared at the door with complicated eyes.

A silent conversation.

The man next to him with a blunt expression opened his mouth.

"Do you have any issues that bother you?"

"… … ."

"… … ."

"… … ."

"sorry. "The boy made a mistake."

Mudam did not answer this time either.

How much time has passed like that?

"Since the reign of the sect leader, there have only been two times that anyone other than the sect leader has entered Panmajeong."

The calm voice contained tension and concern that could not be hidden.

"Once, twenty-five years ago, when the leader accepted his first disciple."

The man's eyes sparkled.

"The first disciple… … "Do you mean that?"

"Yes."

"What if the Archduke?"

"Not like that. "The Archduke became your disciple exactly twenty years ago."

"Are you saying that there was another disciple before the current archduke?"

"Yes. And the disciple in the shadows that you don't know about died here at Panma Pavilion."

"… … !"

"His whole body was torn to pieces, as if he had been eaten by animals."

The man's face turned pale.

"The leader… … ?"

"If the cult leader had intended to kill him, he wouldn't have even brought him here."

That is correct. So I couldn't figure it out even more.

The man, who had never been to a place called Panmajeong in the first place, had no idea what kind of place it was.

All I knew was that there was a private pavilion that the religious leader favored.

"So who else went in here?"

"It's a total military force."

"… … !"

"The supreme authority who oversees the major and minor affairs of our school.

The only man in our school who rose to the position of one person or one person through intelligence rather than martial arts. He was the second person to enter Panma Pavilion."

"He… … ."

"okay. "He walked out proudly."

Mudam's eyes deepened.

"As of today, Panmajeong was held for the third time. Will the Three Confucius be able to return alive?"

* * *

The full tension knocked his abdomen and back out of his power.

After a word to sit down, Lee Chun-sang did not open his mouth. He simply repeated filling and emptying the glass with a slow motion.

Interjection. Interjection.

Cheon Ha-jin took a deep breath lightly and walked one step again.

When you're about five steps away from the liquor store.

"I see the Pontoon."

The eyes of the two heavens shone.

Cheonha-jin stops walking and bows his back to greet him. Then there was a gentle civility in him.

'....'

Lee Chun-sang, looking at him inquiringly, moved the cup he had placed next to him to the other side.

Squealing.

"Take it."

With his back to his side, Tianhe-jin sat in his seat and lifted his glass.

Chalang is a drink. The venomous and luxurious aroma made his head ache.

Cheon Ha-jin, who closed his eyes for a moment and savored the liquor, emptied his glass.

'Big, Joota!'

I was drinking only a cheap white wine on a fictional day, and when I drank this drink, my hands and feet were tingling.

He placed the glass carefully, looking straight at Lee Chun-sang, noting that he almost had admiration out of his mouth without knowing it.

'...!'

It's different.

The presence of Lee Chun-sang, facing the small prize, was overwhelming.

Taishan-like majesty is conveyed even when it does not exert any momentum.

One light hand, one short breath, the pressure of crushing a person was thick.

'The word Mado Daejongsa, the Lord of Manma, is colorless.'

Although he was better at politics than he was at war, the old man of Uicheon was also a skilled man in the ten great ranks of Heaven.

I've never seen iron blood liquor, but it's probably at a similar level. He could say that he was one number below the two of them.

This person is different.

Here is the first God of Heaven, who has no reason to be trapped in the framework of Teenage Gorosu.

As long as it was possible for the Mind to hold up as a god, it was a strong man of half-goodness who played on a different level altogether.

Before admiration was questioned.

'Why didn't you go strong like this?'

Were you not interested in Madotenha?

It was time for Cheon Ha-jin to look inwardly.

"You said you'd let me see you?"

There was no emotion in the words that flew like a throw. It was actually an extreme of heartlessness.

"Oh, yes."

"Why?"

It's ignorant.

But you're not a priest? Is the priest in this neighborhood so bloody?

Cheonha-jin, in a mood for some reason, spat out a few times in vain. Anyway, this man, it was clear that he didn't like to turn his horse.

Don't make excuses for your reluctance, let's be honest.

"I have something to ask you..."

"Please?"

It was surprising. Lee Chun-sang's eyes once again set off Lee Chae.

"What kind of favor do you say."

In unabated tension, Tianhe Jin swallowed his spit. I'm a little trembling because I'm just trying to talk.

But, well, if you want to find freedom, you have to pay enough money.

"Kherhum! That... I mean."

"...."

"...."

"...."

"Can I leave the school.....?"

At the end of the day, Lee Cheon-sang looked at Cheon Ha-jin without speaking.

Cheon Ha-jin felt a cold sweat flowing behind his back.

Erai, asshole! Tell me a little stately, stately! I'll go out for a minute! I want to get a little wind outside! You're gonna say this, aren't you?

Can I leave school? Is this a request to cut all the front and back of the pig?!

'... Damn it, it's so bloody!'

More than anything, the pressure was not a joke. It was so damp all over my back that I just uttered that word.

'I said it anyway.'

You'll allow it, right?

Yeah, I'll allow you.

You're not going to have an accident, you're just going out, right? I can't listen to a disciple's request, can I?

He laid his eyes on my friend, and looked up to a vague expression. The nervous body also relaxed the axis and worked hard to create an atmosphere.

My pride was a little hurt, but once I got out of here, my bloody life was over.

The true new life of human Tianhe Jin begins. For that, he could dance in front of the pontoon.

How much time has passed.

Lee Chun-sang, staring at Cheonha-jin, lifted his cup.

"Follow."

"Oh,