Heavenly Inquisition Sword

Chapter 360

360 times. See your fate

Early morning. Eighthwangsinmo washed herself clean in the valley and then went to the rocky cliff.

There was no wind, but the mountains in late summer were rather cool.

Eighthwangsinmo took out a golden prince (gold bell) from her bosom after taking long breaths several times.

“Om Nanen Kaya Nebata de Dance!”

Once loud, once small, and the third and last six mantras were recited, the bells swayed.

with my daughter with my daughter with my daughter-

Then came the familiar voice of the clear stream god.

– Did you call?

“Yeah, I called because I thought you would be back by now.”

-...

When the expected words did not come out from the god of the clear stream, the mother of the god of eight emperors sighed quietly.

This is not something that can be done by accelerating, so you have to be patient.

As expected, after waiting for a while, the cheongryu god opened his mouth.

-In ‘Heaven of Kings’, I met Cheonjama, the king of the realm of desire. At first, he was very angry.

“Are you angry?”

– He said that your mother’s soul belonged to the Demon King, so it was useless.

“Yeah, I didn’t know that either. So you said there’s no other way?”

-He said he would let you rule the kings if you offered him a suitable sacrifice.

“What I want is immortality, not a new species. What did they say about it?”

– It is said that among those kings, there is one who holds the secret of immortality. Wouldn’t it be nice to be taught by him?

“I thought I had to give my soul to the Cheonjama in order to obtain immortality. Are you saying it’s possible even if it’s not?”

– I saw that all the beings in the ‘Heaven of Kings’ were immortal. There must be a way other than through the Cheonjama. Because all the kings looked similar to the Cheonjama.

“Is that so? What does it mean to offer a worthy sacrifice?”

-Sacrifice a human at the level of kings. Then the king will descend in his place.

“Are you going to kill me at the altar?”

-no. When he is in the center of the pentagram, the king will take him. Then, the alter ego of the king who took him would manifest.

Only then did the Eighthwangsinmo understand the words of the clear stream god.

‘Depending on the value of the sacrifice, the king who descends to this world may change.’

But I couldn’t understand why they took the sacrifice without killing it.

“Where does the sacrifice go?”

-...Exchanging sacrifices with the king’s alter ego. My mother has nothing to lose. Because there is no reason for a mother to become a sacrifice. Rather, the king’s alter ego will serve the mother.

The cheongryu god quietly changed his words, but the eighthwang god didn’t go over.

“I asked where the sacrifice was going.”

– ‘Heaven of Kings’.

“joy! That means you’re going to lend an alter ego and take a living sacrifice.”

– That’s how it is.

“Is that what the Cheonjama wants?”

-Because ‘Heaven of Kings’ always lacks offerings.

The Eighthwangsinmo, who was staring into the air with burning eyes, spoke in a resolute tone.

“If you offer me as a sacrifice, will I be able to go to the ‘Heaven of Kings’ too?”

For the sake of immortality, she was willing to do more than sacrifice.

– Have you already forgotten? Mother is dedicated to the king of flames and cannot be sacrificed. And in ‘Heaven of Kings’, sacrifices are worse than dogs and pigs. Just learn the secret art of immortality from another king.

“Which king knows the secret?”

-I don’t know that either. Mother must ask the King incarnate directly. Talking for too long is exhausting. I think I should rest for a while.

The Eighthwangsinmo’s eyebrows curled in a reverse shape.

To tell the owner not to look for it for the time being on the subject of a salt hawk?

I felt that something was wrong, but the Eighthwangsinmo did not reprimand me.

There was still a need for a clear stream god to come and go in the sky of the kings.

It is not too late to punish the god of the clear stream after finding out even a little more information about the world of desire.

The bell, which had been shaking its body alone and spewing out a clear sound, suddenly became quiet.

The cheongryu god disappeared.

Eighthwangsinmo wrapped the golden prince in silk and kept it in her bosom.

‘God of the clear stream, even if you can freely enter and leave the sensuous world, you won’t be able to escape from my hands.’

It was only then that the Cheongbulno, which entered the deserted rough terrain, stopped.

He said calmly in the middle of a forest that was so thick that he couldn’t see.

“Looked at me last night. Just as Baek Il-woon knew at a glance that you weren’t poisoned, I had to know that you were caught in the spell of Eon-syeong. But I only listened to you and regarded it as the aftermath of my addiction.”

I listened silently to the self-deprecating words of my master.

From the point of view of a master who had reached the level of skill, it was reasonable to think so.

“... so I thought about it again. I wonder if it is right to teach only the techniques of magic to you. Maybe it’s like putting a treasured sword in a child’s hand. Your thought style and my ‘speech law’ should be used for the sake of the creation of the world.”

“...”

“Before teaching that, there is a course that a non-partisan disciple must go through.”

“A course?”

Yeonjeokha looked at the blue fire with puzzled eyes.

What else could there be besides recitation and sermons at dawn?

“To see your destiny in the dark cave.”

“You see your destiny?”

“okay.”

A happy smile appeared on the young man’s face as if he was happy just thinking about it.

Non-partisan guru all go into darkness at least once.

This is because of the mysterious legend passed down through oral tradition.

– If you live in a deep and dark cave, you will see your destiny without realizing it.

Only the practitioners of the Palseongak were an exception.

That is why practitioners climbed Wudang Mountain to learn the art of magic.

I was puzzled by the relationship, but I didn’t ask how that was possible.

It is because of the belief in the master.

After going into the dense forest for about half an hour (about 30 minutes), a cave that looked like a bear’s den appeared.

The small clearing in front of the cave was neatly organized, as if it had been cleaned.

Cheongbulno pointed to the cave and said.

“Go in and think about who you are and why you were born into this world. Then something will appear before your eyes. Don’t even think about coming out until you see it.”

“Are you sure what’s showing up?”

“Nothing. Sajo saw a golden dragon and I saw a rock.”

The young enemy’s mouth was wide open.

Among the many things, ‘a golden dragon’ and ‘a rock’?

For a moment, I was confused as to whether he really saw it with his own eyes or if it was a metaphor.

“Master...”

Yeonjeokha tried to ask in detail, but Cheongbulno quietly pointed to the cave.

“You will know it naturally when you experience it yourself in the cave.”

“....”

I swallowed the words that had risen to the throat of the enemy and walked to the cave.

The cave was deeper than it looked from the outside.

After walking for a while, the faint light disappeared and was filled with darkness.

‘It’s a strange place.’

After coming out of the warehouse, the night was as bright as the day.

There was no distinction between day and night even without the use of air power, but now it was different.

I only entered the cave, but I couldn’t see an inch ahead.

It’s like falling into a fog of truth.

As he tried to go further inside, he stumbled once upon a stone beak.

‘Is it Heaven’s will to stop here?’

Of course, that shouldn’t be the case, but Yeonjeokha roughly settled down and sat down.

After coming to Wudang Mountain, I was just dazed at first, probably because of my busy life.

I belatedly thought about food and water.

‘It’ll be okay if I see that Master didn’t say otherwise.’

If I needed it, I would have brought it before I went in.

From that point on, all sorts of bizarre thoughts followed.

I remembered the forgotten life of Waryongjang, my aunt and my half-brothers.

‘Can I see my destiny like this?’

Contrary to the worried mind, the thoughts continued unabated and persisted.