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Episode 154 There is gold in your heart.
I told the people at Hyeolya Palace what I had in mind.
“At least Elder Heo. “This rare old gentleman.”
“… … .”
“I hope things will change so that people who remain here will think that even if they leave, they will do well.”
Only then did I look at my protruding stomach.
“You ate too much. When I came here, I only ate beef jerky. “I enjoyed it very much.”
The Lord of the Blood Night Palace nodded.
“I’m glad you ate well.”
“Give me a room. I thought I shouldn’t call the doctor and leave first. “I sleep here, practice, drink, and chat here until the teacher comes.”
And poop too.
“If I see a suspicious person while walking around, I will think of him as a member of a religious cult and execute him.”
Only then did the people who were eating together laugh. He seemed to have finally gotten used to my way of speaking.
The Lord of the Blood Night Palace nodded.
“You should do that since you are a VIP.”
I made a Buddha finger and showed it to Gyoyoung, who was looking at me.
“… … “I also practice Takbam.”
I was laughing to myself, but stopped laughing because no one was laughing.
“… … “Let’s get up.”
* * *
Mo Yongbaek, who came running at Hao Wenju’s call, spoke in a cautious tone in front of He Qian’s residence.
“… … “Can I come in?”
After a while, Yongmyeong came out and answered with a puzzled expression.
“who… “Are you there?”
Mo Yongbaek introduced himself.
“I am a member of the council called by Lord Hao Wen.”
“Lord Moon called you?”
“yes.”
“Where is Lord Moon?”
“He came all the way here and told me to go in alone… … “He’s gone.”
Yongming looked at Mo Yongbai with an absurd expression.
‘Master doesn’t like lawmakers very much.’
Heo Gyeom’s voice was heard from inside.
“Take it.”
“All right. “Please come in.”
Mo Yongbaek looked around the residence under the guidance of Yongmyeong and entered a room with an unusually large number of bamboo ornaments. It was a boring room with no pictures or furniture other than bamboo decorations.
Mo Yongbaek bowed his head to the old man wearing a white robe.
“It is called the Moyong bag of the Moyong family.”
Heogyeom answered as he turned from the window.
“If Hao Wenju called you here, you must be a very brave member of the National Assembly.”
Mo Yongbaek thought for a moment and then answered with a faint smile.
“you’re right. “He is a very brave legislator.”
Heo Gyeom smiled and held out his hand.
“Thank you for your hard work coming.”
Mo Yongbaek looked around the room and took a deep breath.
“I’m asking because I don’t know much. Is this the bamboo scent coming from outside the window?”
“exactly. “How can you look so surprised?”
“It is said that bamboo blooms once every few decades. “It’s an unfamiliar scent.”
Heo Gyeom nodded.
“Now that I think about it, the congressman is very young. “Let’s sit down.”
The two people sat across from each other on a long wooden table and looked at each other. Mo Yongbaek asked.
“Senior, may I know your age?”
“I will be one hundred and eleven years old.”
“I thought he was about seventy years old, but my guess was wrong by about forty years.”
“Are you trying to make me laugh?”
“I told you exactly, but should I have lowered it further?”
Heo Gyeom laughed out loud and held out his arms.
“Are you tired?”
“yes.”
Mo Yong-baek stretched out his hand to take a pulse, and started by touching Heo Gyeom’s palm.
“So you were a swordsman?”
“swordsman?”
“yes.”
“Are you here without having heard anything about me?”
Mo Yongbaek blinked and answered.
“Hao Wenju sent a letter… … .”
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“You sent it?”
“They told me to come quickly, so I came in a hurry.”
“Are you rich?”
“I am not a subordinate. “Moonju is my patient.”
“ha ha ha.”
“If you are not a swordsman, are you a thief? Or did you use a window? “This is not an ordinary palm.”
Heo Gyeom responded.
“no. I am… … .”
It was not easy to say that Heo Gyeom was a lifesaver. There was a time when he was proud, but as he looked back on his past days ahead of his death, what he had considered pride was turning into regret. Lately, it has been increasingly difficult to maintain composure because of these regrets.
Heo Gyeom spoke to the young lawmaker as if he were confessing a sin.
“I retired a long time ago.”
Mo Yongbaek opened his eyes wide.
“Oh, I see.”
Mo Yong-baek touched Heo Gyeom’s rock-like palm, and only then did he grab his wrist and look inside the old man’s house.
“… … Have you lost your strength?”
As soon as Heo Gyeom nodded, Mo Yongbaek quickly withdrew his hand. Mo Yongbaek needed to clear his confused mind for a moment.
‘I am one hundred and eleven years old. I lost my strength. From Salsu. ‘How on earth did you survive until now?’
The strangest thing is that there are no special health problems.
Mo Yongbaek looked at Heo Gyeom blankly.
‘Did you try to kill yourself?’
Heo Gyeom asked as if he wanted to understand the young lawmaker’s skills.
“How is your condition?”
Mo Yongbaek responded.
“Well, you’ve taken amazing care of your health. Maintaining it like this is itself very difficult. It seems like you have been speaking pretentiously and practicing mental discipline for a long time. “If Hao Wen-ju can just follow the equanimity of your senior, your mania will soon be cured.”
Heogyeom laughed.
“Probably not. The difference is in the way you live. Or it’s a difference in mindset. I was only trained because I had to maintain composure to survive. “It’s not like there was a special method.”
“Is that so? Well, if Hao Wen Zhou had learned about spraying from his senior, he would have run away without even being able to endure even ten days. “It is a martial arts discipline that must be trained from the heart, but it will not suit Hao Wenjue’s temperament.”
Heogyeom laughed.
“If you think about it, I guess so.”
Mo Yongbaek also laughed without saying a word. Heo Gyeom asked while examining Mo Yong-baek’s expression.
“Is there any reason why the young lawmaker keeps mentioning Hao Wen-ju?”
“The truth is, there is.”
“let’s hear about it.”
Moyongbaek looked at the wooden table in the center and touched the slightly cracked area with his hand.
“Datak has split.”
“Because it has been written for a long time… … .”
“Senior, Hao Wenju also has a crack in his heart like this Datak. Madness comes and goes there. What is unique about Hao Wen-ju is that he has little intention of making up for the gold. He does not feel the need to hide, cover, or fill in any gaps. However, I am aware of where the wound is. I also know how big the wound is. I have also realized when it is particularly painful. To some extent, they are looking at their wounds objectively. “That’s Hao Wen-ju’s attitude toward heartache.”
“hmm.”
“Munju lives with gold in his heart.”
Heogyeom asked.
“And what am I?”
Mo Yongbaek responded.
“Senior, thanks to your composure, you have no gold. Even if he did, he would have made up for it without a trace. He was a high-level marksman, so he would have completely cleared his tracks.”
Heo Gyeom nodded.
Mo Yongbaek said with a faint smile.
“But, senior, by nature, everyone has a crack in their heart. Conversely, a person who is not hurt at all no matter what happens is far from human. Perhaps your senior… … .”
Mo Yongbaek pointed to the gold on the wooden table.
“Recently, it seems like a crack has developed in my heart. I guess you had great concerns. “In the past, I was able to erase it with calmness, but now the wound may have become even wider.”
Heo Gyeom stared at the gold on the wooden table.
“… … “It looks like the leader has been afraid.”
“By cult leader, are you referring to the demonic cult leader?”
“exactly.”
“Is it because your martial arts skills are strong?”
“No, no. “If I put it the way the congressman said, he won’t have any trouble in his heart anymore.”
“okay. As far as I know, wasn’t that the same person originally?”
“There was a limitation, but it seems like that has been eliminated.”
Mo Yongbaek nodded.
“Then there is no way a senior who lived his life would be afraid of death. “You must be very worried about those who remain.”
“Maybe it’s because I’m too old.”
“Not necessarily.”
“Why is that so?”
Mo Yongbaek looked at Heo Gyeom.
“… … Senior, just because you laid down your military flag and lost your inner strength doesn’t mean you retired from the military. You have to let go of the life-saving mindset, and that’s when you retire. A high-level assassin has no gold in his heart, but a person who has retired from the profession has gold in his heart. This is because he finally returned from the death penalty as a person who knows compassion. “It took a very long time.”
Heogyeom looked at the table.
Mo Yongbaek said.
“I have the gold in my heart, and Hao Wenju also has it. And now you too have recognized the gold in your heart. In the past, you may have erased it with the mindset of a murderer, but now it’s just… … .”
“Please speak.”
“It’s a vase.”
Heogyeom responded with a puzzled expression.
“Vase?”
“Yes, to some extent, the symptoms are the same as those of Hao Wen Ju. Haomenju also comes and goes from time to time. However, you will handle it well because your mental discipline is deeper than that of Hao Wen-ju. First, I let Hao Wen-ju know that my senior’s illness was Hwabyeong… … .”
Heo Gyeom quickly raised his hand.
“Oh, don’t tell me.”
“yes?”
Heo Gyeom said with a complicated expression.
“I can handle that much. Hao Wen-ju is enduring it, but I can’t even endure it… … .”
“Senior, that guy is such an ugly guy that he doesn’t have the heart to endure the fire in the first place. He just throws a tantrum every now and then to relieve himself. “How bad of a bastard is he?”
“Oh, because you lose your temper around people?”
“Yes, senior. He has a very bad temper, so be careful and start a fight with the cult leader. Still, it seems like he is very worried about you, seeing as he called me in such a hurry. Until I got here, I couldn’t figure out if they were going to check on a patient or if they were being kidnapped. “How did you become friends with that temperamental man?”
Heogyeom laughed.
“I don’t know. “I heard he likes you when you call him a manly man.”
“It appears that about a hundred bandits were beaten to death not long ago. I asked someone to give me some medicine and when I went to see him, I found a patient lying in the hot sun, suffering from severe beatings. “I don’t know if I should treat him or not, but he is a very vicious person.”
“Ah, weren’t the congressman and Moon-joo close friends?”
Mo Yongbaek nodded.
“Before we became friends, you were my patient. We are close, but he has a temper, so I have to be careful about what I say in front of him. “I could get beaten too.”
Heo Gyeom, who was trying to hold back, eventually smiled politely.
“Right.”
Mo Yong-baek lightly held Heo Gyeom’s hand and then spoke.
“Anyway, senior, mental illness is like an illness that comes suddenly and disappears as if it never happened once you endure it. You are doing well, get well. This is what Hao Wenju is also enduring, so we cannot afford to lose easily to this.”
Heo Gyeom nodded.
“Overcome.”
“Actually, you don’t need any medicine or acupuncture at all. “I will get up now.”
When Heo Gyeom tried to get up, Mo Yongbaek supported him.
“I’ll just accept the sendoff here. “Thank you for your hard work in listening to the local doctor.”
Heo Gyeom nodded.
“Thank you.”
“Yes, then.”
Mo Yongbaek made eye contact with Heo Gyeom, bowed his head, and then came outside.
Yongmyeong, who was waiting outside, stood up and said.
“Are you going?”
Mo Yongbaek said in a calm tone.
“It can be a little difficult, especially during the hot summer months. If summer is hard, you may get mild summer sickness, so disciples should learn how to pick plums and offer them to Master often. Since you are learning a martial art that requires special patience, it would be good to have it together.”
Yongmyeong lowered his head.
“thank you. teacher.”
“Yes, then.”
Mo Yongbai came out of the living quarters and went back the way he and Hao Wenju had come, and looked at the large trees lying around along the way.
“… … Lord Moon?”
After a while, a rustling sound was heard, and Hao Wenzhou fell from the tree and landed lightly on the ground.
“Are we finished?”
“yes. “Why did you climb the tree?”
Hao Wenzhou said while looking around.
“I tried imitating a sprinkler. “This is more fun than I thought.”
“… … “You always have fun.”
“I try to do that. “Anyway, it looks like the Demonic Cult planted ganja here.”
“okay.”
Hao Wenzhu held out his hand as if to walk.
“Let’s go for a walk. “How was your senior?”
Mo Yongbaek lowered his voice and said.
“It’s a vase.”
“Oh, really? “Thank goodness.”
“Your energy has weakened a lot. “It looks like you aren’t eating well.”
“Well, then what should I do?”
“Plum stimulates the appetite. “There won’t be any major problems.”
Hao Wenzhou nodded.
“As expected, it’s our teacher Moyong. You had a hard time coming here in a hurry. This will happen often, so Teacher Moyong should hurry up and find a disciple… … .”
Mo Yongbaek stopped walking.
“yes?”
“Why are you so surprised?”
“You call me often?”
Hao Wenzhou said in a calm tone.
“Isn’t the important thing to save people? If I had learned medicine, why would I have called a teacher? I did the treatment. The teacher came in a carriage. I ran on two legs from the black cat room to here, chewing beef jerky. Let’s go.”
Mo Yongbaek, who was at a loss for words, barely answered.
“yes.”
Hao Wen-ju muttered as he walked with his back turned.
“Shall I try some plums too?”
Mo Yongbaek responded.
“Have a drink.”
“Good. “Let’s go have a drink.”
“… … .”
Mo Yongbaek was dragged away without saying anything to the patient.
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