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Taejonbirok Volume 1 Episode 1
Prologue – The Secret of the Martial Lord
“You said you wanted to know about Wei Yanhu?”
Ambassador Musan's eyes were deep and clear.
Only when the man met the deep eyes of the Musan Ambassador could he understand why he was called the Living Buddha.
Ambassador Musan's transparent eyes had an unknown power that made one reflect on oneself just by looking at them.
high priest.
Even those who do not have a deep respect for Buddhism will feel infinite respect for someone who has devoted his entire life to Buddhism if they see the figure of Master Musan.
A state where what is in your heart flows out naturally.
The man could only admire the lofty majesty of the Buddha.
“It’s Wei Yan Ho……”
Ambassador Musan's eyes, which had been quietly repeating his name, became wet with nostalgia as if he was recalling something.
“I think he is the one sent by Buddha to save sentient beings.”
A faint smile appeared on Ambassador Musan's lips.
The smile on his lips, covered with long white hair, naturally calmed the hearts of men who saw him.
A person who makes you smile just thinking about someone with such high academic achievements. It wasn't hard to guess what kind of person he was.
Indeed, the words that the man had expected came out of Ambassador Musan's mouth.
“He was fair and compassionate. He cared for the weak, never backed down from the strong, and was more honest than anyone else…….”
It was a strange thing.
Ambassador Musan’s eyebrows trembled slightly as he continued to praise Wi Yeon-ho. And as his words went on, they became intermittent and seemed to be somewhat difficult.
“And he……has a proper demeanor…….”
Ambassador Musan's face twitched slightly.
“Ambassador?”
The man looked at Ambassador Musan with a worried face.
Why is this huge man, who seemed unshakeable even if the mountains collapsed and the heavens turned upside down, suddenly speaking as if he was having such a hard time?
The aura of indifference that had emanated from him when I first saw him was no longer there.
“Ahem! Hehehe! Amitabha.”
Ambassador Musan coughed loudly and smiled.
“I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well.”
"no."
“Yes, where did we leave off? No one can deny the achievements of Wei Yanhu. He is the one who saved the world. However, the reason why people should truly follow him is because he is a gentleman and a role model for everyone….”
Ambassador Musan closed his mouth.
His face seemed to flush slightly.
His breathing was rapid and his long beard was trembling.
“……Ambassador?”
The man was puzzled by this strange change and called Ambassador Musan.
Just a moment ago, the old monk who had been described as a living Buddha was now trembling with a red face as if he had secretly drunk a few bottles of alcohol.
Ambassador Musan's mouth opened slightly.
“This is……crazy.”
"yes?"
Ambassador Musan coughed loudly and waved his hand.
“Amitabha! Amitabha!”
"I……."
Ambassador Musan took several deep breaths, then finally let out a sigh that made the ground sag.
“I’m sorry. Bonseung isn’t feeling well today. Da, next time, next time, won’t you come back again?”
“……Yes, I will do that.”
“Then I guess I’ll get up now.”
Ambassador Musan jumped up from his seat and walked quickly without looking back.
The man stared blankly at the incompetent ambassador.
What suddenly happened to that old monk?
The old monk, who had been so gentle and majestic that he seemed to have no living soul until just a moment ago, was now hurriedly leaving the place, showing his pitiful, shrunken back to him.
Doesn't it feel like you've seen a ghost?
At that moment, the quiet soliloquy of Ambassador Musan was heard in the man's ears.
“Fuck!”
The man's face changed strangely.
Is that old monk swearing just now?
'No way.'
I must have misheard. No way… … .
The man wiped away the sweat that kept flowing down his face as he looked at the back of Master Musan, the great leader of Shaolin, a living Buddha, and a close friend of Wei Yanhu in the past who saved the world from misery.
* * *
“Welcome.”
The man couldn't help but be amazed.
Who is Peng Do-geuk?
Isn't he the legendary swordsman who was once called the best swordsman in the world and whose name was known throughout the Nine Provinces and Eight Territories?
Isn't he a living legend of the martial arts world, that anyone who practices the Tao would want to see his Tao even in their dreams?
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That person came out to the main gate of the Hebei Peng family to greet him.
Given his status, it was not something he could complain about even if he was treated coldly. But who would have thought that, far from being treated coldly, someone would come out and greet him in person?
I had heard that Peng Do-geuk was a great knight who treated everyone without hesitation, regardless of status or age, but I never imagined that he would be greeted so openly.
“Thank you for your hospitality, Grandmaster.”
The play Peng Do-geuk elicited refreshing laughter.
“Hahaha, what is there to be so thankful for when it comes to receiving a helping hand?”
“How could I not be grateful that the great swordsman Peng, who is renowned throughout the world as a great swordsman, personally meets with an unknown commoner like me?”
“I have only gained a reputation. Although my name is high, I am also a human being, and you are also a human being. What is the difference between the two that makes me have to build a wall?”
It was a word with profound meaning.
The man nodded.
The rumors about the Pengdu Theater that spread throughout the world were never wrong.
The person in front of you is truly a great hero and a kind person.
“Would you like to come in first?”
“How could I ever hope for such luxury?”
“If I put one hand here, the world will curse me.”
“Then, can I first confirm whether you would be willing to answer my question?”
Peng Do-geuk smiled.
“Okay. What did you want to know?”
“I want to know about Wei Yan Ho.”
Peng Do-geuk smiled warmly.
“You said it was Wei Yan Ho?”
The man answered forcefully.
"yes!"
bang!
At that moment, the front door closed with a terrible noise.
Usssss.
The door was slammed so hard that dust flew everywhere and the tiles decorating the top of the gate shook.
The man stared at the closed door with a blank expression.
The voice of Peng Do-geuk could be heard through the tightly closed gate.
“Is anyone there?”
“Yes! Here you are, Your Majesty!”
"salt!"
"yes?"
“Haven’t you heard? Salt! Bring me salt! Bring me a bucket, no, a whole sack of salt and sprinkle it in front of the gate!”
“Yes, I understand.”
“I’ve been unlucky since the morning, with all kinds of beggarly people coming to visit me. Oh my, I’m going to have no luck for the next three months.”
The man's mouth slowly opened after hearing Peng Do-geuk's curse.
“Damn it! Contact a nearby temple and have them do some exorcisms… No! How can the other monks handle an evil spirit that even a Musan Ddaengjung can’t handle? Just sprinkle salt on it. Bring a sack, no, all the sacks of salt from the warehouse over here and block the gate!”
The man wiped away the cold sweat with a cloth he had prepared in advance while listening to the nervous voice of the Pengdu Theater.
Peng Do-geuk, the former head of the Habuk Peng family, known as the best traveler and the best family in the world, and above all else, a close friend of Wei Yan-ho, was famous throughout the world and never met the man again after that.
* * *
“Historian?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
The Supreme Being of Openness, Gwanggu Shingae, tilted his head sadly.
“What is that?”
“A person who records history.”
"history?"
“Yes.”
Gwanggu Shin-gae yawned and looked at the man.
“Why did that beggar come to see such a person? How much does a beggar know about history?”
“I want to know about Wei Yan Ho.”
“Wei Yan Ho?”
"yes!"
“The brilliant and martial master, Wei Yanhu?”
“Yes.”
Gwanggu Shingae turned his head absentmindedly.
“Is there anyone who doesn’t know about Wei Yanhu?”
The man nodded.
“Everyone knows.”
"yes?"
“Yes. The glorious and invincible Wei Yanhu! A mythical figure who brought an end to the world’s calamities. He was a gentleman, a great man, and a great swordsman, and he is remembered throughout the world. Some say he is the greatest man of all time, while others say he is the greatest swordsman of all time.”
“You know a lot. But what are you curious about?”
The man's eyes lit up.
“While I was looking for records of Wi Yeon-ho to record the history of martial arts, I discovered something strange.”
“What’s strange?”
“Reviews of Wei Yanhu and his achievements could be found anywhere in the world.”
"however?"
“However, the records of Wei Yanhu’s activities are very sparse.”
“Hmm…….”
A playful smile appeared on Gwanggu Shingae's lips.
“It’s strange. He is the most famous man in the world, the most praised man in the world. But there are strangely few records of what he did in the past and how he lived. This is because he lived only a hundred years ago.”
“I guess so.”
“That’s why I dared to come to see Shingae! I believed that Shingae, who had traveled the world with Wei Yanhu in the past, could tell me the exact memories of him.”
“So you came to see me?”
"yes!"
“With such a beggarly appearance?”
“…….”
As expected, the man's appearance was that of a beggar, in no way inferior to that of the madman before his eyes.
“I thought you were going to open up again.”
The man blushed.
“Because the new owner is like the wind.”
“I heard that you chased after me for about half a year. But you must have had somewhere else to go, so why did you come to me? It was a struggle.”
“Master Wushan of Shaolin said he was not feeling well, and Master Peng of Pengga treated me coldly.”
“Hehehehe, those guys?”
Gwanggu Shingae burst into laughter as if he had known this would happen.
“Tell me! In the past! What on earth happened?”
Shin-gae waved his hands.
“Arthur. It’s better if you don’t know.”
“I want to know.”
“It’s better not to know.”
“It’s already been five years since I started following Wei Yanhu’s footsteps! I am a historian who has the duty to tell future generations the correct history of the world!”
“There are good histories that are not known.”
The man lay flat on the spot.
“Please help me. If you don’t tell me, no one in the world will know the truth about Wei Yanhu.”
“Isn’t this a story that everyone in the world knows?”
“No! My intuition tells me there is something! Please tell me! Now, the only person I can look to is Shinkai. Please, I beg you! Don’t you know how important it is to convey the correct history to the world?”
Gwanggu Shingae smiled at the man's firm words.
There was something odd about that smile.
“Correct history?”
"yes!"
“Do you really want to know?”
"yes!"
The man nodded repeatedly as if he was afraid that Gwanggu Shin-gae might change his mind.
"really?"
"yes!"
Gwanggu Shingae's smile grew even deeper.
There was an obvious playfulness in his smile.
“Okay, then let’s talk about it…….”
"thank you!"
“There’s nothing to be thankful for.”
"yes?"
Gwanggu Shingae clicked his tongue with a mysterious expression.
“It’s really better not to know.”
“…….”
The Gwanggu Shingae opened its mouth.
“Wei Yanho, Wei Yanho…… Almost everything known about him is true. Except for one thing.”
The man's eyes lit up.
“Which part is it!”
“Well, what is that…….”
The Gwanggu Shingae dug out the earwax by picking at its ear, then blew it out with its mouth.
Then he said calmly.
“Well, it’s obvious. It’s personality, personality.”
“Personality?”
The Gwanggu Shingae opened its mouth with a hearty laugh.
“That human, he’s a complete piece of shit.”