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Taejonbirok Volume 25, Episode 13
Chapter 135: Laziness, Confronted (3)
Everything was on fire.
The ancient pavilions were already engulfed in red flames, emitting acrid smoke.
Not only the halls that held the energy of the thousand-year-old Shaolin Temple, but even the sacred Buddhist statues and stone pagodas filled with Buddhist faith were destroyed and trampled.
“Keep kek kek kek.”
The horse clicked its tongue at the sight.
“Not enough, not enough at all.”
This wasn't the painting he wanted. He needed one more to complete the painting he had drawn when he came to Shaolin.
“Nothing is complete without the flow of blood.”
The horse licked its lips and turned its head.
Gulp.
Blood drips down his hair.
It's not that he hasn't seen blood. His feet are already soaked with the blood of those who died at his hands.
and…….
“Coo-hoo!”
The prince also looked miserable.
“Cough! Cough!”
His arms were completely severed, his legs were twisted in strange directions, and the long beard that grew along his chin was stained red with blood.
The sight of Shaolin's robes dyed red will make everyone frown.
“Amitabha.”
The prince softly recited the incantation.
I knew it was futile. They alone could never stop the bishop of the Demonic Cult. And if there were two of them, it would have been wise to flee without looking back.
But the prince couldn't do that.
I don't know what the bishops of the Demonic Cult are after in coming here, but what they are after is definitely to dye the martial world with blood.
Shaolin, which protects against illegality and corruption, cannot turn a blind eye to the slaughter that is about to unfold.
A person's life is important not only in how they live, but also in how they die. Even if they escape from here and survive, they will never be able to hold their head high.
In that sense, Gongryung's choice was not wrong.
but…….
The corpses of the fallen disciples were painfully fixed in the eyes of the spirit.
Isn't it fleeting?
Who can compensate for the lives of those sacrificed under the values of protecting justice and lawlessness?
Life and death are the same.
This life isn't the end. The merits you accumulate in this life will continue into the next. But…
'Did they want that?'
Some might desire comfort in this life rather than the joys of the afterlife. After all, even Gongryung himself desires that. Isn't sacrificing one's life for one's own values another form of violence?
“Tsk tsk, it seems our ambassador has a lot on his mind.”
The horse came walking, trotting.
“……Amitabha.”
The prince closed his eyes and held the captain's arm with his remaining arm.
Life is ultimately suffering.
Life is neither fair nor pleasant. The only thing humans can receive in life is suffering.
Even so, isn't it too much for them to be given that much power?
If there is an absolute being that governs the world, or even if there is not, if there are Buddhas who strive to establish the world's laws, why are they allowed to be granted such unreasonable power?
'How!'
My faith is shaken.
It felt like everything he had built up until now was crumbling.
“Look here, Ambassador.”
“…….”
“Haven’t you believed in Buddhism all your life?”
The spirit raised his head and looked at Soma. As he watched Soma, who had a smile on his face, something inside him began to boil.
What's so fun about it?
What the heck!
How can you laugh after killing so many people! How!
The prince gritted his teeth.
“Hahaha, how can the great Buddhist master, who is so compassionate, make such a face?”
“I’m going to hell…….”
"hell?"
Soma gestured around with his chin.
"Yes. We might die and go to hell. But Ambassador, isn't this your hell?"
The ghost's eyes are torn.
The blood flowing from the corner of his eyes turned into bloody tears.
"Hell after death and hell after life. Ultimately, isn't it a matter of choice? Am I going to die and fall into hell, suffering for eons? And that's how I pay the price for my sins?"
Soma chuckled.
"But why do you look like that? Ambassador, if I were to be punished as you say, you wouldn't have to feel so wronged. But doesn't your expression say that my damnation isn't enough?"
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Soma whispers softly.
“If not… you either don’t believe it.”
The spirit's body trembled as if struck by lightning.
He realized through Soma's words that his faith was wavering.
“Now, look. Ambassador, can you see it?”
Soma pointed to one side.
There were novice monks and student monks gathered there. The prince saw them kneeling, trembling with fear, unable to even escape from the two giants' threats.
“What do you think I’m going to do from now on?”
“……Amitabha.”
"Yes, recite the Buddha's teachings. If the Buddha looks after you, they will all survive. But if they don't, wouldn't that prove there is no Buddha?"
“That’s not what Buddha is! Buddha! Buddha is….”
The enlightened one.
One who has learned the law by himself.
and…….
This is of no help at this moment.
Tears of blood flow.
“They are innocent.”
"Ambassador, you're talking nonsense. So, are you saying that those who are dead now died because they sinned?"
“…….”
Soma laughed lightly.
"People often say strange things. They say, 'Weakness is a sin.' That's a strange thing to say. How can being weak be a sin? Being weak is simply being weak. It's not a mistake or a sin. That's not what we should be saying in times like these."
The spirit looked at Soma with trembling eyes.
"In times like these, this is what Madhu should say. The crime doesn't matter. I just kill because I want to. I kill because I want to prove that lawlessness, that braggart, is wrong. Do you understand what I mean?"
"this……."
"If you are guilty, it is not because you are weak, but because you failed to accept the Holy Spirit long ago. Even if you become a vengeful spirit, you will regret it. I will kill them with the utmost cruelty."
"How much more sin do you intend to commit? End it with this old man's life! They don't even know martial arts!"
"Keep on talking, how much do I have to say for you to understand? I told you, that doesn't matter. I just want to kill, so I'm going to kill. Don't you know that in my eyes, they and the ambassadors are no different?"
The spirit reached out and grabbed Soma's trouser leg, pulling him down.
Soma lightly stretches out his foot and kicks the spirit.
“Coo-hoo!”
The spirit falls out, spewing blood.
“We have to go. Isn’t that Shaolin? Hahahaha!”
Wood crack.
Soma clenched his fist and walked towards the monks.
"Now, recite the Buddha's name. And pray to the Buddha to save you. I will prove to you that there is no Buddha in the world."
That was when.
“Buddha may not exist, but Heavenly Horses exist.”
Soma and Jeonma's gaze turned towards the entrance.
"hmm?"
“Tsk.”
The faces of the two bishops distorted as they saw the man who had revealed himself.
“What are you doing here?”
The man who appeared answered in a blunt voice.
“I came to make sure you scum were following orders properly.
“How dare you!”
The two bishops gnashed their teeth, but could not act rashly.
And the spirit opened his eyes wide in shock at the sight.
'I, the author!'
Young man.
A young man, who was clearly still young, was threatening the bishops of the Demonic Cult. And the bishops of the Demonic Cult silently endured the threats of this young man.
This is nonsense.
It is a wonder to the world.
But that wasn't why the prince was shocked.
youth.
Because the young man who threatened the bishops was someone he knew.
That face.
A bold face, worthy of being called a peerless beauty. That face is all too familiar.
'Up, up coral!'
The spine of the swordfish.
It was definitely him.
Why on earth is the spine sword coral there?
And how can you speak as if you know the bishops of the Demonic Cult so well?
Before he could even control his shock, Weishanho opened his mouth.
“I’m sure I told you not to kill needlessly.”
“Oh, so you think there is such a thing as useful killing?”
Despite Soma's groaning, Wisanho's expression didn't change at all.
"I have no interest in playing words with the likes of you. I simply ensure that you carry out your orders properly."
“So? What if I don’t do it properly?”
Weichan looked at Soma quietly.
"Don't think of the demon blood as something extraordinary. While some in the church worship it as a god, others, like me, believe it's nothing. If it goes too far…"
“What if it falls?”
The coral revealed this.
“What will happen if you overdo it, Soma?”
"this……."
Soma's body trembled.
“If I cross, will you kill me?”
“This son of a bitch!”
"That would be fine. That's what I want, too. But even then, would you be safe? You'd have to bear the full brunt of his wrath?"
At the mention of that, Soma trembled like an aspen leaf. The thought of his wrath being directed at him caused his terrified body to begin to slip out of control.
“I, I…….”
There is no escape from his anger.
The moment you incur his wrath, even death cannot escape. He is the one who conquers even death. Far from becoming one with the Holy Spirit, your soul will be torn apart by him.
“…….”
Wisanho looked at Soma, who had his mouth shut, and nodded.
“If you know what you’re doing, just do it.”
“Fuck.”
Soma and Jeonma turned around roughly. Then they began walking toward Janggyeonggak.
The Duke looked at the two bishops passing by him and wondered.
What on earth is going on here?
The coral reef also began to move following the two bishops.
“Poetry, poetry!”
At the spirit's shout, Weishanho turned his head.
Cold eyes.
Eyes as cold as ice.
Those eyes stare at the spirit.
“Donation… why?”
Weichan shook his head quietly.
"line."
“…….”
"It's a stroke of luck that you survived. If you have any strength left, lead them. The martial arts world is over. No, perhaps even the world is over. So, take them and flee to a faraway place."
“Donation…… why…….”
Weichan smiled slightly.
A smile that feels so bitter.
"People have things they must do, even if it's not what they want. I think any ambassador well-versed in the law would understand that."
“…….”
The spirit couldn't say anything.
Something extremely heavy was felt from the speaking Wiccan. That heaviness closed the spirit's mouth.
“This might be the last time I see you. So if I ever see my father or brother again….”
Weichanho, who had been looking at the distant sky for a long time, turned his head.
"No, no. Go, Ambassador. I don't know how much longer I can hold them off."
That was the end of it.
Gongryung stared blankly at Weishanho for a while, who was walking away without even listening to his reply.
Those shoulders that look so heavy.