Entomologist in Sichuan Tang Clan Chapter 412

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After a while, as soon as the noisy atmosphere caused by Seol Nui and Hwa Eun calmed down, he began to persuade them.

What kind of persuasion is this?

This is a persuasion to clear up misunderstandings.

At first, it was good that the hostile atmosphere with Podalap Palace had eased, but I was worried that if I was misunderstood as Buddha, something bigger would happen later.

I used to think that if I didn’t actively step forward and resolve these big misunderstandings, I would easily be resented later when it was revealed that I wasn’t anything special.

Based on my experience in broadcasting and watching dramas for many years, it was obvious that I would be resentful and ask why I didn’t say anything back then.

If I couldn’t resolve the misunderstanding again, I might not be able to hold the wedding with Hwa-eun and might have to go to Podalap Palace, shave my head, and become a celibate.

If I were the incarnation of Buddha, would they leave me alone?

Wouldn’t you try to take me to Podalap Palace somehow?

After this bachelor’s trip, I could have become a real man, but with a monk right in front of me, that was really difficult.

‘The first night is just around the corner!’

“I think there is a slight misunderstanding.”

“What if it’s a misunderstanding?”

“I am not a celestial being or a Buddha. I am just an ordinary boy.”

“That’s right. He’s my younger brother. He’s just a weird kid who likes spirits and poison.”

“No, you think it’s weird?”

“In times like this, you should just let it go, Little Dragon.”

“Oops.”

That is why I insisted that I was absolutely not a Buddha, but Dorje answered with an expression that showed no doubt at all.

“No way. Absolutely not.”

I felt like I needed to explain in detail why it wasn’t me.

“That’s true. The snake you call Nagaraja is a special snake called Geumgwansawang, which is considered a spiritual being in the Central Plains. It is absolutely not a god like Nagaraja.”

First, in order to break his logic, he argued that the young lady of Cheongyu was not a Nagaraja, but an ordinary, no, extraordinary spirit, but his persuasion was not effective.

The circumstances were just falling into place so well.

“I saw Nagaraja summoning two other large snakes a little while ago. Can he summon other snakes as well?”

“That, that’s true···.”

“Also, in Chinese, doesn’t the Golden Crowned Snake King mean the king of all snakes wearing a golden crown?”

“That’s true too···.”

“A name that means the king of snakes and also commands other snakes? That is Nagaraja and Mujalindah. It is consistent with the story of Mujalindah who helped the devas attain enlightenment.

In the Central Plains, they seem to call him the Golden Crown King, but that could be the case. The language and environment are different, after all.”

It is said that the Nagaraja Mujalindah in the tale is the king of snakes who can command all snakes, and the King of Geumgwansa also has the name of the king of snakes and commands other snakes, so there was no room to escape.

The young lady of Cheongyu was just a jerk and was about to leave.

Because it had the same characteristics and matched the description in the tale.

The meaning of the name is also the same.

‘Oh, this is frustrating.’

A thought occurred to me as I felt a stuffy feeling in my chest, as if I had eaten a sweet potato.

He said with a quick smile.

“Ah! You said we came to help Ambassador Dorje?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“That is also a misunderstanding. We did not come here to help the Ambassador, we were just passing through.

When I heard that a swarm of locusts had appeared near Mt. Mary, I was looking for them, worried that they might flow into the Central Plains and cause trouble for the people.

“To see where it is moving.”

I wasn’t here specifically to rescue Ambassador Dorje and his party; we just happened to pass each other by.

I presented that logic, and Ambassador Dorje sighed and said as I explained it.

“Huh… As expected, you are a heavenly being! My teacher, Daleurama, said, “Even if there is paradise after death, if life is an Avici hell, how can you save those living beings?”

Amitabha, you go around looking for locusts to save everyone from suffering.

And, O Heavenly Being, originally, all things are done as if they were intended, but not as intended. On the path to saving all people, you have saved even this Dorje, so this is truly a miraculous act of Heavenly Being.”

‘Ah… I’m going to go back.’

It was a time when I felt like I was suffocating from the sweet potato-like logic that kept pressing down on my chest.

Dorje continued speaking.

“Oh, Heavenly Beings. In our Potala Palace, we believe that enlightened beings reincarnate on purpose to save sentient beings. That is Dolku.”

And the following sound.

[Don’t you know that you are a reincarnation?]

I couldn’t give any other reasons to say no to his question that I heard over the phone.

Even though I am not a Buddha, I am a reincarnation, and since Young Lady Cheongyu is the same as Nagaraja, I could no longer deny it.

No, it was no use trying anymore.

Because nothing came to mind that could break their solid logic.

‘Why is it so solid!’

In my previous life, I knew a reporter who covered heretical cults.

Among the pseudo-religions, there is a religion that says that if you receive powers from your god, you will not die even if you are bitten by a snake. I gave advice about that religion.

The leader had just explained to me that the reason I was fine even if I got bitten by a snake was because of the serum I had created. Anyway, I was talking to that older brother and he answered my question like this.

“I don’t understand. Why do people fall into cults?”

“I can’t guarantee that. Even students from prestigious universities can never escape after hearing their stories three times.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I go out to cover stories too, but that’s why I don’t listen to it three times.”

“No, then how do you save people who are caught up in cults?”

“It starts with breaking logic. You have to make them face their mistakes and face the fact that they are wrong one by one. That is an incredibly difficult and arduous process.”

‘This is the last and difficult process!’

Originally, I tried in many ways to break away from heresy and cults, as they said that logic must be broken first, but I couldn’t come up with any more methods.

I asked back in a voice.

[So, the word ‘Tolkku’ means someone who has achieved enlightenment and is reincarnated to save sentient beings. I am such a reincarnation and am under the protection of Mujalanda, so I am the reincarnation of Buddha. Is that what you mean?]

[That’s right! As expected, you’re very smart. Seeing that you understood it all at once, I’m sure you’re a genius.]

‘I don’t know anymore.’

Since it has come to this, I decided to just leave.

So what, whether it’s a miracle or not? I’m telling you to get rid of it.

“Okay, but what do you want me to do whether I’m a genius or not?”

Then Ambassador Dorje said with a very apologetic expression.

“I, I feel like I have made you uncomfortable. I never asked you to do anything for me. After listening to you for a while, I heard that you have been reincarnated and are working hard to save sentient beings. How could we dare to interfere with that path and expect anything from you?”

‘Oh, what? Was that it? Oh! Even though it’s high, it’s because it’s too high?’

I thought he would come to Potala Palace again and ask for help, but he seemed to be mistaken for an incarnation of Buddha, so he didn’t dare ask for help.

When God is busy with other things, how dare his followers tell him to go somewhere else?

I would appreciate it if you let me go, but taking me by force? That would be ridiculous.

It was when I thought I was nervous for nothing.

The cautious voice is heard again.

“Yes, but. If you could visit our Podalrap Palace just once, it would be a great favor to you!”

“You want me to visit? No, that’s a bit···.”

His request to come to Podalap Palace was immediately rejected because he was afraid that he would get caught and have his hair cut if he went there for no reason.

When he looked sullen at my refusal, one of the lamas who had been lying down behind him approached him and whispered something earnestly.

“Dorje Lama. Please listen.”

“Oh my! Where are we in front of Cheoninsa Temple···.”

“Yes, because it is an important story.”

“Important story? Tell me. Huh? Huh? T, is that so? Oh! That’s right!”

After a while.

Dorje looks at me with a bright expression again, as if he heard something.

He asked, rubbing his hands together.

“Oh, Heavenly Being. I heard from my older sister in this life that you like spirits and poisonous things?”

‘Do you like it?’

It was a question that would make your mouth hurt if you asked it twice, and would make you angry if you asked it three times.

Rather than saying I like it, it was love, yes, it was love.

“Yes? That’s true.”

“Then it is good. In the middle of our palace there is a dead tree, and on it there is a dead fruit.”

“But?”

“Yes, that tree has been there since before we built the Podalap Palace. According to stories passed down from our ancestors, the dead fruit released a tremendous amount of poison when it was alive.”

“So.”

“And he said it wasn’t dead yet.”

I thought, “This is another strange tale,” and that was the moment.

The sound of a blessing is heard.

[Little Dragon, it’s the fruit of the twenty-four poisonous branches of the flower, tree, grass, and fruit family! If it looks like a fruit, it might be that!]

‘Ugh, ugh, ugh!’

The fruit of the twenty-four poisonous plants and the wood and grass family.

At those words, the content I had seen in Cheonha Dokmul Bok-ri came to mind.

That’s what it looks like, fruit hanging from a tree.

‘Yeah! That could be it!’

As Hwa-eun said, the dried fruit spewed out poison, and I thought that it could be a fruit of the Hwa-mok-cho-gwa.

He approached Dorje and put his hand on his shoulder, saying:

“Come to think of it, it wouldn’t be a bad idea for me to visit for the sake of reconciliation between the Central Plains martial arts world and the Podalap Palace, which have been at odds for some time.”

He said that he came not because he was greedy for poison, but for the sake of peace in the Central Plains martial arts world.

Wasn’t Buddhism originally about peace?

Or what else?

Then the worship poured out.

The lamas began to bow down to me again.

“Ohhhh! Thank you, my lord!”

“thank you!”

“Thank you, you smartass!”

They were extremely grateful that I came to visit, but I was thinking of something else.

In my previous life, my older brother, a reporter, said that it was dangerous to listen to the fanatics’ story three times, so I decided to leave it for two days and check if the fruit of the dead tree was from the Hwamokcho fruit tree before picking it.

***

Since we had become quite close with Ambassador Dorje, we explained to him why we were heading to the West.

An explanation of what the Odogmun bastards did and the aftermath of their actions, and that he was going to the West.

Even if I went to Podalap Palace, I had to deal with the Odokmun guys first.

To be honest, I wanted to go to Podalap Palace first, but I had a promise with Changcheon, and I was worried that the Odokmun guys would send Hwangchung again while I was at Podalap Palace.

Now that there was no more Changcheon at the crossroads, the guys could have poured into the central plains.

Then Dorje gets excited along with him.

“Are there people who need that kind of nirvana!?”

“Nirvana? That must be good?”

“It originally meant complete enlightenment in which all defilements were extinguished, but for the wicked it meant only annihilation.”

“Ah. So you can use it in that sense too? It’s a good meaning. Nirvana.”

I thought I should use the word nirvana more often, I said to Dorje.

“By the way, I’m a little worried.”

“Why are you worried, Cheon In-sa?”

Dorje tilted his head, wondering if he was worried.

Do you think that since I am Buddha, I have nothing to worry about?

I explained why I was worried.

“I heard that Ambassador Dorje crossed the border with Buddhist scriptures this time, and there was a commotion near the border. I was wondering if it would be okay for us to pass through there as well.”

“Ah, I see what you mean. It’s because of the Muslims?”

“Yes, persecuting monks. I wonder what to do with our group from Shaolin. If they see a monk with his head shaved, the Muslims won’t leave him alone.”

Dorje smiled at my concern and sent one of his men to us.

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty. Those who were chasing us have probably already turned back, and here is a regular monk named Tenzin, known as Gelong in the Potala Palace, who will assist Your Majesty’s procession.”

I thought Tenjin would be our guide, but under his guidance, we arrived at a village right after crossing the border.

He shouted loudly, leading the way with King Geumgwansa Cheongyu.

“Nagaha yea. The Lord has come! Come out and meet me!”

Then, a scene like something out of a movie unfolded, with people rushing out, bowing in shock, and throwing flowers they had picked from somewhere.

My fears that Muslims might pounce were justified, as Dorje had said.

The Muslims who had been chasing Potala Palace were nowhere to be seen, and since only the ruling class were Muslims and most of the common people were Hindus, most of these small villages worshipped the young goddess Cheongyu as a god.

‘Can I blow my nose without touching this?’

I thought that if I did well, I would be treated well by the village and I would quickly find those Odogmun bastards.