Absolute Sword Sense

[Episode 90: Room leader’s conditions (3)]

- Boom!

Just one advance.

At this, the hundred and eight Arhat monks rolled their eyes and collapsed.

‘!!!'

The hall was suddenly filled with silence.

No one could have predicted this situation.

One of the many things that symbolize Shaolin is the Hundred Eight Arhats performed by Arhat monks.

Many experts have tried to prove their inaction, but no one has ever achieved this result.

Who would have imagined that Arhat monks would fall down in the blink of an eye just by advancing without even touching a hand?

“It’s just that something like this can happen in one go…”

“How could something like this happen?”

There is a saying that one step or one action dominates everything.

This is called reigning.

At this time, the same words passed through the minds of the Shaolin Temple monks.

‘...Blood Demon Reign!'

No one could have known right away that this would become a symbol of the blood demon of the time.

Master Gyeong-o of Yeokgeun-gyeong Jeonju, who was dumbfounded because it was such an astounding incident, came to his senses and shouted to the monks.

“Wu monks, check out the Arhat monks!”

“Yes, yes!”

The monks rushed to the fallen Arhat monks.

The purpose was to find out what had happened, but surprisingly, not a single one of the Arhat monks was asleep.

When I shook them to wake them up, they were incomprehensible.

“What on earth is this?”

“Are you saying the monk fell?”

“Nothing other than the sudden darkness in front of my eyes...”

The Arhat monks’ reactions were almost the same.

It wasn't just the Shaolin temple monks who were surprised to see them like that.

Sima Ying made a fuss and said to his father, Wolakgeom Sima Chak.

“Have you seen my father? “With Confucius’s single advance, the hundred and eight arhats that Shaolin is proud of collapsed.”

Although she has been living in seclusion since she was young and has little experience in martial arts, she at least knows how great the hundred and eight arhanjin of the Shaolin Temple are.

Therefore, she too was concerned about Jin Woon-hwi's challenge.

However, I couldn't help but feel admiration as they collapsed helplessly after just one advance.

Despite his daughter's fuss, Sima Chak kept his mouth shut with a stern expression.

‘I felt energized when I advanced.'

After climbing over the wall, he immediately recognized what that energy was for a brief moment.

If you apply the power of the lower part of the sound to the sound, you can create an impact like a sonic ball or a lion's rear.

However, these results were difficult to understand.

‘There was not the slightest kinship in the energy to say it was a witchcraft. Even if it were a hex, defeating so many Arhat monks...'

It was beyond common sense.

The Arhat monks were not weak enough to fall helplessly to witchcraft.

Didn't he have the most outstanding qualities and mental power among the young monks of Shaolin?

Those people all lost their minds in an instant.

‘Besides the fact that I learned the energy of both cold and yang at the same time, what happened in that short period of time?'

That's how surprising this was.

Sima Chak, who has been watching closely, is also like this, but what about Shaolin's Bangjang Jin-gak, who put forward this condition?

‘What kind of trick is this?'

I couldn't feel the connection between it and calling it a hex or a magic trick.

Rather, I even felt a sense of purity and purity.

That made it even more absurd.

‘.......It's a disaster. Huh.'

Ambassador Jingak Bang, who was shocked for a moment as if his eyes were popping out, could not hide his despair.

I thought it was a trick that stimulated the blood demon's extraordinary temperament and pride.

But who would have known that this result would happen?

[Amitabha Buddha. Ambassador Bangjang. What are you going to do with this?]

Master Jingak’s ears rang with the sound of Master Gyeong-Oh’s voice.

[Are you really going to release Sima and give us the treasure of the headquarters, the Great Hwandan? One of the two eggs was supposed to be dedicated to the monk of Cheonchukguk in exchange for a new scripture, but why did he make such a promise...] Even if there were

ten mouths, there was nothing to say.

The reason he walked all the way to the Great Hwandan was to draw the leader of the Blood Cult into a trick.

I thought that only with some sweet compensation would anyone be able to accept this difficult condition that could not be broken in most cases without getting hurt, but I never thought it would be like this.

[Binseung’s mouth was righteous. Amitabha Buddha.]

Regardless of the location, I felt extremely sorry.

This time, the sound of Ambassador Jang Gyeong-jong's voice rang through the ears of Master Bangjang Jingak.

[......Bangjang Ambassador. A promise is a promise.]

[I know.]

Ambassador Jingak also had no intention of breaking it.

The reason they set such absurd conditions was purely to avoid bloodshed between them.

It was obvious that if you were to deal with two of the five great villains, even if Shaolin had the upper hand in terms of power, there would be countless sacrifices.

The temple is the domain of Buddha.

I couldn't let something like that happen.

‘I thought I had secured enough time for sufficient enlightenment... The fact that I did it so easily is ultimately due to Sima Shizu's luck not running out yet. ‘Everything must be Buddha's will.'

If you do that, what can you do if you hold on to it?

It was a declaration made by the head of the house, but the promise had to be kept for the sake of the honor of Shaolin.

It was very bitter to risk the treasure of Shaolin with a gyeonggeomangdong, but he did not show it, put his hands together with a solemn face, and opened his mouth to Jin Woon-hwi.

* * *

“Amitabha Buddha. You truly have great talent. “Cult leader.”

I can't seem to get the word martial arts out of my mouth.

Your mind is probably complicated.

Even though it is said to be not martial arts, if this is denied unconditionally, the Arhat monks will have the disgrace of being subdued by a technique that is not martial arts, so it will be difficult to object to the result.

“A promise is a promise. Please take Sima Siju with you.”

Although he spoke solemnly without showing it, he seemed bitter somehow.

I smiled and said to Ambassador Jingak.

“You forgot the grand illusion.”

“Hmm.”

Those words actually made the Ten Precepts Ten Monks and the Eight Great Guards feel uncomfortable.

This point is fully understandable.

The thought of handing over to me the best Shaolin elixir, which is not only difficult to make, but only one or two pills can be made over thirty years, makes me angry.

Even for monks who do not have material desires, receiving a grand prize from Shaolin's treasures would be the greatest honor for them.

“For the reduction of personnel, go to Bodhi Garden right now and offer a great welcome.....”

“Amitabha Buddha. Ambassador Bangjang. Please wait a moment.”

“A footnote to the scriptures?”

The person who dissuaded him was none other than Ambassador Gyeongjong, Janggyeongakju.

-Why are you doing that again?

well.

Master Bangjang Jingak looked puzzled, then frowned and listened to something.

Ambassador Gyeongjong's uvula was trembling, so it seemed like he was receiving electric shock.

Then he groaned and looked worried, but then reluctantly nodded.

I spoke to them in a low voice.

“Why do I suddenly feel like I’m missing the grand prize?”

Master Bangjang Jingak shook his head at my words.

“We made a promise, so how can we say two things with one mouth?”

“The two ambassadors seemed to be having a very serious conversation, so I was wondering if they were upset, so I asked.”

Even if I thought it was a waste, the grand prize was already mine as promised.

At that time, Master Gyeongjong of Janggyeonggak came forward, put his hands together and said to me.

“Amitabha Buddha. “I already think of the one piece of Daehwandan as a donation, so I don’t think it’s a problem to be upset.”

“But do you have anything to do with me?”

“When I saw the amazing talent of the previous sages just now, Theravada was also amazed. “I now know what it means to have another sky above the sky.”

There is always a reason for a compliment that is overly friendly.

What is the intention behind saying this?

As I looked at him in silence, he looked at the monk who seemed to be the most senior among the eight great monks behind Master Gyeongjong and said.

“I would like you to stop by Boriwon and bring me one pill and two pills.”

“Two summon pills? Amitabha Buddha..... Footnote to the Tripitaka Koreana. Did Hinayana just mishear?”

“Just as I heard.”

“How to do that?”

“I have permission from Ambassador Bangjang, so please bring it.”

The monk Gamwon (senior member of the Paldaehowon), who hesitated at the words of Master Gyeongjong, put his palms together and threw the bird somewhere.

I asked without hiding my curiosity.

“How do you tell me to bring the summons?”

Ambassador Gyeongjong smiled and said in response to my question.

“I was very disappointed that I was not able to properly compete with the Lord, so I made a small request to Master Bangjang.”

“Are you the summoning group?”

“The summons are just extra.”

“Anything extra?”

“Theravada. “If the Lord allows, I would like to make a suggestion.”

It was also a favor with intention.

I guess it's just that they don't want to lose the grand prize.

Are you trying to suggest something like replacing it with two summoning tablets?

“The relationship with Shaolin has been resolved amicably, so is there any need to go through the trouble of accepting the ambassador’s proposal?”

“It’s not such a bad offer for the city lord. If you do well, you will be able to get two more summoning tablets, and even if you are unlucky, you can get two summoning tablets instead of the great illusion.”

I burst out laughing at his words.

“hahahahahahahaha. In the end, isn’t it because you feel like the Great Hwandan is a waste?”

Even with all the rhetoric, the goal was to recover the grand prize.

Unlike other elixirs, Daehwandan, which has been refined over a long period of time and is pure, is known to have 100% of the effectiveness of its medicinal properties.

It is said to be the best nutrition because if an ordinary person eats it, they will live long and disease-free, and if a martial artist eats it, they will gain a full 1% of energy.

Since such a great hwandan is already falling into the hands of a strong blood cult leader, they would want to prevent it at all costs.

“I won’t deny it. However, even though the Summoning Team is not as good as the Great Hwandan, I think its value is superior to that of any other elixir.”

Of course, I heard it.

I heard that if you eat one pill, you can gain ten years of strength.

I heard that this is just as difficult to make as Daehwandan, and there are not many of them.

However, the value was nothing compared to the grand prize.

“I feel sorry for the ambassador, but I have already been able to take my father-in-law with me, and I was lucky enough to receive a grand prize, so I have no greater desires. “I’ll just leave.”

With those words, I turned around to go to my father-in-law and Sima Young, but Ambassador Gyeongjong urgently spoke in a loud voice.

“Amitabha Buddha. If you don't want it, it's only right to refuse it. However, this is not just because of Daehwandan.”

“Then what is it?”

“The headquarters is said to be the source and symbol of King Jeongjong’s martial arts. However, at the slightest advance of the Lord, the Hundred and Eight Na Hanjin collapsed without even using a single hand.”

“Do you want to restore Shaolin’s honor?”

“That’s right.”

“Be honest.”

It would be the icing on the cake for Shaolin if he could restore his honor and retrieve the Great Hwandan.

Moreover, he said that he would willingly present a summons regardless of whether he won or lost, so he was able to show his big-hearted side.

At this, I shook my head and said,

“You are making it impossible for this person to refuse.”

“If so, will you accept Theravada’s offer?”

“If only the Ambassador accepts my proposal.”

“How about a suggestion?”

“Well, I’m just adding one thing to the suggestion like before.”

Ambassador Gyeongjong frowned at those words and then asked cautiously.

“...Tell me.”

“Two pills are enough. “Let’s take three.”

‘!?'

Ambassador Gyeongjong was dumbfounded by my words.

Even the two summoning tablets were probably barely approved.

But you must be embarrassed when I ask for three pills, saying that it is not much.

“dole. Two summoning tablets can give you twenty years of endurance. How could that be....”

“Daehwandan is 60 years of hard work.”

“But...”

“Actually, if you want to compete by betting on the Great Hwandan, it doesn’t make sense to bet at least six Summoning Dans correspondingly. But I think that’s a difficult task even for Shaolin.”

“Huh....”

“Let’s take three.”

Ambassador Bangjang Jingak, who was watching my words, came forward.

“Cult leader. Even so, three pills is too much. “If the cult leader wins, he will be able to take the Grand Hwandan plus two Summoning Dan eggs.”

“60 years can’t be 20 years.”

“Huh. “How do you calculate that?”

“Three pills. If you do that, I will accept Ambassador Gyeongjong’s proposal.”

At my firm words, Ambassador Gyeongjong noticed Ambassador Bangjang Jingak's perception and spoke with an embarrassed expression.

“dole. It's a summons group. “It’s not just an elixir.”

“Three pills.”

“Sir...”

“Three pills.”

After completing the three pills to the end, Master Bangjang Jingak looked at Master Gyeongjong with an uncomfortable expression. Ambassador Gyeongjong could not say anything, as if he were sitting on a thorn cushion.

Master Bangjang Jingak pondered for a moment and then spoke to me in a shaky voice.

“...Good.”

When he reluctantly accepted it, Sodamgeom burst out laughing.

-He's like a devil. Are you going to raise it to three?

There is no need to compete, but if you accept the offer, you can ask for this much.

By the way, three summoning tablets and one Daehwandan are worth the 90 years of training.

I held back the laughter.

And he said it casually.

“What are you competing against?”

In response to my question, Ambassador Gyeongjong spoke with great determination.

“I am still lacking in Hinayana, but I am confident that my inner strength is second to none.”

As expected, he suggested it as his greatest strength.

It was Master Gyeongjong who completed the Se Su-gyeong Yeokgeung-gyeong Guyang Jin-gyeong and possessed a monstrous inner power equivalent to that of his father-in-law, Wolak Sword Samachak, who crossed the wall of the wall.

It was natural to show such pride.

“It’s a skill... it’s good.”

I willingly accepted this and held out both palms in front of him.

Then Ambassador Gyeongjong shook his head at me, put his hands together and said.

“Amitabha. You must have used up a lot of your energy while competing with the Hundred and Eight Arhats just now, so I will give you time to recover.”

“There is no need for that.”

“If we compete now, we won’t be able to get bitten anymore.”

“I guess it’s early.”

At this, Ambassador Gyeongjong clicked his tongue and held out both palms.

The look in his eyes showed the determination to repay everything through this fight.

Thus began the internal battle between me and Ambassador Gyeongjong.

* * *

Only half a hour later,

looking at the backs of the three figures leisurely leaving the main gate of the Shaolin Temple, Master Jingak, the head of the Shaolin Temple, ordered the monks in a seething voice.

“Sprinkle salt everywhere they stepped in the company.”

? Hanzhongwolya

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