Absolute Sword Sense Chapter 275

<Episode 90: The Room Leader's Conditions (1)>

“Learning the internal energy of the two rivers?”

The master craftsman, Wolakgyeom Sima Zhak, could not hide his surprise.

Mastering the internal energy of the two rivers is not an easy task.

This is because it disrupts the balance of yin and yang within the body.

The disruption of the balance of yin and yang causes imbalance in the body, which ultimately leads to a short life.

The representative constitutions are the Nine Yin Absolute Vessels and the Taiyang Absolute Vessels.

People with this constitution, which occurs in one out of tens of thousands, die young due to the imbalance of yin and yang, but there are some who have overcome this.

The geisha created martial arts to overcome the imbalance of yin and yang, and one of them is the Guyangjinkyung.

However, the Seol-eum-hwa-yang-seon-mu that I learned is different.

Since the energy was raised by balancing yin and yang from the beginning, it was much more stable than martial arts that focused only on yin and yang.

“……It’s a Taoist method.”

He is a master who can guess one's fortune just by looking at one's energy.

Along with Manbakja, he could be called the most knowledgeable person in the martial arts world.

“Where on earth did you find such a famous….”

“Please refrain from speaking, as you need to concentrate.”

-Gooooooo!

The energy of the two rivers of Hwayangseon-kwon seeped into the craftsman's meridians.

It was to drive out any remaining cold air.

'You left enough to save your life.'

I don't know who the master was who drove away the cold air with the Guyangjinkyung, but he was someone who was really skilled at controlling air power to a very detailed level.

Shaolin is not called the origin of Jeongjong for nothing.

After completely driving out the cold air that had reached the bone marrow, everything went smoothly from then on.

-Wriggle!

The craftsman's various meridians shook as if they had been waiting.

'indeed.'

As expected, he was a master craftsman.

The door was sealed and the cold air reached my bones, slowly draining my energy.

When he said he would return if the cold air was driven away, it wasn't a lie.

It's said that a little goes a long way.

Let's focus the gathered energy on one point,

-Bam!

One of the golden needles that had been stuck in the craftsman's nasal passage was pulled out.

As soon as one of the doors opened, the flow of energy slowed down.

Then, as if he had been waiting, the craftsman divided his energy and sent it to the golden needles blocking the nasal passage.

-Papapapapapak!

Six needles were pulled out at the same time.

It was really great.

It's so easy to unblock the Seven Great Gates.

The craftsman who had removed the stuck golden needle was circulating his internal energy and recovering his energy through luck.

“Confucius!”

Sima Ying called me with a moved expression.

She was anxious about having to leave her father behind again.

“Let’s wait and see.”

The reason the craftsman went straight into the fortune telling was to quickly recover his internal energy.

Perhaps it was because they judged it right to quickly recover power in order to escape with us.

I looked towards the entrance of the cave.

“Why are you like that?”

“As expected from Shaolin.”

"yes?"

Already, a large number of people were gathering.

Perhaps he summoned the monks nearby.

I need to buy some time for the craftsman to recover his internal energy, so I should go out to protect the law.

“I’m protecting my father-in-law.”

She nodded, understanding what he was saying.

And then he spoke to me in a choked voice.

"thank you."

“It’s a given.”

It is the job of protecting the father-in-law who will become the family.

How can I expect gratitude?

Leaving them behind, I walked out of the cave.

When I came out, about fifty monks had gathered and were setting up camp in front of Hoegeumdong.

The monks couldn't help but look puzzled at the sight of me emerging from the cave.

“It’s really a blood demon.”

“The blood demon is invading the headquarters.”

“How could this happen…..”

“Amitabha.”

The position that can be considered the leader of the Sapa is the leader of the Blood Cult.

For them, the fact that I appeared in the middle of Shaolin Temple, the center of Buddhism and a symbol of the Buddhist sect, was the worst possible situation.

Among the monks, a middle-aged monk who looked older stepped forward.

“Amitabha. This is the holy land of Buddhism and the center of orthodoxy. How dare you intrude so recklessly into a place where you would be able to enter even if you formally requested entry!”

He couldn't hide his anger.

Then I spoke with force in my voice.

“The father-in-law of the cult leader I saw in Shaolin is locked up in a golden prison. How can we leave him like this?”

“Master?”

“Could it be the Wolak Sword?”

When I said those words, the monks started to make a fuss and chaos broke out.

It seems that the monks who were reciting the sutras in Hoegeum-dong did not hear the detailed story.

Well, they're probably more focused on my intrusion into Shaolin.

It seemed as if he was still confused, but soon the middle-aged monk shouted.

“Even so, there is a procedure for everything. How could someone who is the head of an organization do something so reckless?”

I can't help but laugh.

Shaolin cut off ties with the secular world.

That is why it is more closed than any other group.

They are famous for not bending their convictions even under external pressure, so how could they possibly listen to a request from me, the head of the Blood Cult that is in opposition to them?

“This doesn’t seem like a matter for mere monks to discuss. I will wait for the Shaolin abbot to arrive.”

The monks shouted in anger at my words.

“Hey, have you ever seen such an arrogant and reckless person!”

“I wonder if it is possible for the Ambassador to converse with someone who walks the path of Sima Wei.”

“If you don’t step down, you will be punished!”

But perhaps because they are monks, even their protesting words are dignified.

If I was going to back out here, I wouldn't have come.

I stepped forward and picked up the stencil.

Even though he only took one step forward, some of the monks flinched and did not let their guard down.

-Whack!

As I lightly drew the black ink, a line appeared on the floor due to the sharp tip.

As soon as the line was drawn, the monks could not hide their bewilderment.

He then spoke out loud.

“I warn you. If anyone crosses this line before the abbot arrives, it will be understood that they wish to go to the Buddha’s side.”

“No, really, this guy!”

-Pot!

The middle-aged monk threw a new sword at me in anger.

Even though he has cut ties with the secular world, if he is called one of the five great evildoers, you can guess how much he is incompetent, and his courage is admirable.

A middle-aged monk unfolded his sword with a dragon-like spirit.

I think this is one of the famous martial arts of Shaolin Temple, Yongwangyouquan (龍王柔拳).

“Put the pressure down!”

The power was tyrannical and great, but the opponent was bad.

I lightly kicked a rock on the ground at a middle-aged monk who was trying to cross the line while carrying a backpack.

-puck!

“Ugh!”

A middle-aged monk was hit in the chest by a rock that flew like a shell and was thrown backwards with a scream.

The monk who was thrown like that rolled on the floor several times and then fainted.

'!!!'

The monks' eyes widened at the sight.

I guess you didn't know you could knock someone down with a rock without even touching him.

“I clearly warned you. Do not cross this line.”

I spoke to them with great intensity.

The monks' faces darkened as they became more and more shocked.

Since the gap in power was clearly evident, I couldn't even think of rushing in.

Then a loud roar was heard.

"bout!"

The source of the shout was in the direction of Nahandang beyond the monks.

There, one hundred and eight orange-robed monks carrying staffs were walking forward, sobbing.

“I am a monk!”

“Waaa …

The monks cheered at their appearance.

Most of the monks who have appeared now are first-class masters, and among them there are some who are at the peak of their power.

In proportion, it seems to be 80% and 20%.

'One hundred and eight arhats.'

They seem to be the famous 108 Arhat monks.

These are monks who have practiced the 108 Arhat formations, which are said to be the most perfect of all the passing formations.

It is said that its power is so great that it is said that no one has ever been trapped in the 108 Arhat Formation and escaped safely.

But they weren't the only ones who came.

-What is that? It looks like it's covered in brass.

As Sodamgeom said, monks wearing only lower garments and their entire bodies were made of brass were also coming.

They had expressionless faces like emotionless dolls, but the monks cheered again at their appearance.

“It’s the 18th generation!”

Eighteen years old?

I've heard of it.

It is said that the origin of the word “Diamond Invincible” comes from Shaolin’s “Diamond Invincible Fist.”

It is said that those who have mastered the Vajra Buddha Formation have reached a state of Vajra body that is impervious to swords. To reach this state, one must endure the pain of being torn apart and burned by special drugs once every two weeks for more than ten years.

I heard they do it.

It is said that when you attain the Diamond Sutra, your skin becomes as hard as iron and your entire body takes on a brass color.

– Long time no see.

The voice of the Blood Demon Sword rang in my head.

'Why have you ever dealt with me?'

-I fought against them during the 4th Blood Demon. They were called the 18 Dong In Jin. They were very strong and difficult to deal with.

They even called those people.

It means that I have no intention of sending it for sure.

At that moment, a group of monks were walking through the hall.

Unlike before, they were all middle-aged monks, and their demeanor was extraordinary.

Ten of them were wearing gray garb,

'The Ten Commandments and the Ten Victories.'

I guess they are the ten monks in charge of the precepts.

They are monks who manage the ten precepts that monks must keep: precepts for killing, fighting with a cock, avoiding sexual intercourse, avoiding sexual immorality, avoiding drinking, avoiding music, avoiding sexual desires, avoiding greed, and avoiding discipline. They are the second highest position in the temple after the preceptor.

-They're coming too.

There were eight middle-aged monks wearing yellow robes entering the southwest pavilion.

“Amitabha Buddha. I see the Eight Great Avalokitesvara Buddha!”

“Meet the Eight Great Leaders!”

When the monks saw them, they all clasped their hands together and greeted them.

The eight monks escorting the Shaolin abbot have appeared, so it seems the abbot will appear soon.

Then someone's voice was heard from behind.

“You did a good job.”

The owner of the voice was none other than the craftsman, Wolakgyeom Samachak.

He could have recovered some more air power, but he came out faster than expected.

“Are you okay, Master?”

My father-in-law just snorted at my question.

It was difficult to gauge how much the craftsman had recovered, as he had completely recovered his energy by climbing over the wall.

Still, judging by the reddish tint to her complexion, she looked much better than before.

“Confucius… what can you do?”

Sima Ying, who followed the craftsman, asked me.

I guess he is worried about the sight of so many monks flocking in.

It was my father-in-law, not me, who answered that question.

“If there is no room, there is no reason to attract attention. Are you hiding an ambush outside?”

“……You said you came alone.”

The old man frowned at Sima Ying's words.

My father-in-law must have thought I was up to something grand.

“Is that true?”

“Yes.”

My answer made my father-in-law feel dizzy and he put his hand on his forehead and said:

“Then what kind of nerve did you have to provoke Shaolin?”

"that….."

“Could it be that you were trying to break their fighting spirit by charging straight ahead and preventing them from pursuing you?”

He was a master craftsman who could guess my intentions right away.

The craftsman shook his head and said.

“You underestimated the power of Shaolin. Shaolin is not just about the 108 Arhats and the Jin Gak Master. The truly fearsome one is Janggyeong Gak…”

Before I could even finish speaking.

All the monks who had gathered and surrounded him bowed and clasped their hands together.

The middle of the crowd opened up like a wave, and among the monks appeared an unusual old monk wearing a red robe and holding a golden staff that appeared to be a Buddhist ritual implement.

“You’re late.”

The craftsman muttered while looking at the old monk.

That person was none other than the head monk of Shaolin Temple, Master Jin Gak.

'…….The rumors were true.'

It was said that when the great master of Shaolin, Jin Gak, appeared, the landscape of the Eight Great Masters changed.

But that was true.

Master Jin Gak was a master who could overcome walls.

But what really surprised me wasn't him.

There were two old monks wearing vermilion robes standing behind the head monk, Jin Gak. The one standing on the left was a peerless monk standing in front of the wall.

In other words, he was much stronger than the head monk, Jin Gak.

The craftsman spoke to me in a small voice.

“That person is the great master of Janggyeonggak, Jinjong. He is the next abbot and the second person since the founding of Shaolin to simultaneously master the Guyangjinkyung, Yeokgeunkyung, and Sesookyung. In terms of internal energy alone, he is on par with me.”

Even without saying it, I can feel it.

He has such incredible internal energy without even going beyond the walls of the wall.

Who would have thought that such a huge monster would be hiding in the Shaolin Temple, which was cut off from the world and martial arts world?

The old man, who was sighing, spoke to me.

“……I will stop you, so take Yeong-i and get out of here using the Sword Flight.”

"father!"

“It’s not something that two people can handle. If there were two more people, it would be possible to do it somehow…”

“Master.”

“Oh my.”

“Please leave this matter to me.”

My father-in-law urged me to listen to those words.

“That’s not the situation. Take Youngi and go right away…”

Before the craftsman could finish speaking.

I completely released the energy of the lower abdomen that I had been holding in.

Then the craftsman stopped talking and looked at me with surprised eyes.

“…….Have you gone beyond the wall of walls?”

At this, I smiled and nodded.

The craftsman muttered as if he couldn't believe it.

“What happened in just seven months?”

“…….A lot of things have happened.”

It wasn't seven months for me.

I walked forward, leaving the surprised craftsman behind, and shouted with all my might in a booming voice.

“Shaolin, listen up!”

“Huh!”

“What is this!”

After the lion's roar, which resonated like an echo, the common monks all covered their ears.

ⓒ Hanjungwolya