I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 224

Episode 224: The Ten Greatest Victories in the World (1)

“Stop! If you come any closer, I will consider you an enemy.”

The man took precautions and recited the rules. However, despite his consideration, the other person approached without hesitation.

His face is clearly showing the horrible scars, as if he has no intention of hiding them. He is so fierce that he is just trying to show off his cuteness.

Drunkard? Photon? Hou Sae's impression hardened. Whoever it was, who cares? There is no reason for the realization of justice.

“Anyone who comes here in the middle of the night probably doesn’t have good intentions. It must be a regrettable step for you. Why did you meet me here, and why did I, the Cheongbi Inspector who is looking at the peak of my power?”

Sreung. The sword was pulled out and Hou-sae's eyes became sharp.

The signatories also drew their swords and took up stances.

According to the rules, there is only one warning. There are no two warnings. Unfortunately, the opponent crossed the line.

“Don’t blame me for being dead. I’ve already given you plenty of chances to go back. There’s no mercy, yaaaaaaah!”

Kwaaaaang! With a shocking noise, the new model of the Hou-sae flew like a ray of light and crashed into the gate.

The eyelids of the witnesses shot open, and a large man with his fists clenched appeared in their field of vision.

When did you come? What's happening now?

It was something that could have been easily figured out with just a little thought, but I didn't have time to realize it.

“The Blue House. Erase it. Order. Received.”

You? Us? Alone?

As each question arose, a bang! bang! bang! An eerie noise would pass by, and the signs would fly off and crash somewhere.

“What the heck……?”

Only the last remaining sign left a will. And with that, Kwaaang! The main gate of the Qingil Sangdan was also brutally destroyed.

Enemy! Invasion! Torches flickered busily, and noises rained down from all directions.

Thud, thud.

But his steps were heavy and calm.

No matter what we do… … the fact that the Cheongil Sangdan will be erased today will not change.

Boom, bang!

His divine power shone brightly toward the crowd of people who came in without rest.

They swung everything they could get their hands on, including their swords, spears, and pillars, and the demons were swept away and killed.

“W, where on earth did someone like that come from…. There’s only one opponent! If you keep pressing on without stopping, you’ll definitely get tired!”

The cries of the headmaster were perfectly normal thoughts and exemplary strategies.

The number of signposts residing here easily exceeds three hundred.

Even if he is the ultimate master, he won't be able to withstand someone who uses all his internal energy like that.

But these guys were unlucky.

“Oh, why… don’t you get tired? No, don’t you feel like you’ve gotten stronger!”

My heart pounded with anxiety, but it was already too late.

Their opponent is Yeomno.

He was once the ultimate flame emperor, Yasun, the ruler of the Northern Yuan.

Pfft! As the warriors fell like autumn leaves, a hail of arrows flew in from afar.

Yasun looked at this indifferently and picked up a large piece of broken wooden beam and held it.

Then he picked up the bow that had fallen on the floor, put the fragments back into the bowstring, and said.

“Arrows. Are not thrown. Are shot.”

Paaaaah!

The sound of the bowstring being pulled back to its limit made Pyodu's ears perk up.

“Wh, what…….”

Phew!

And his last memory was of a wooden pillar spiraling towards him, piercing through a hail of arrows.

Kwaaang!

A fierce fire began to burn in the Cheongilsan Mountain.

* * *

Sacheon Naksan Daeoam

At the time when the Cheongil Sangdan was engulfed in flames, Daeoam in Naksan was also receiving visits from unfamiliar guests.

“The main gate is a bit…….”

Looking at the wide open door, Mo Yong-hui muttered in embarrassment.

It's not like he came to Daeoam to offer rice as an offering, and his intentions were obvious. Why did he come to the main gate in broad daylight?

"why."

But Ma Cheon-so answers as if there is no problem.

“Are you asking me to say that? I don’t think this is a good way to do it.”

“When was it ever good? Come in and stop acting like a sinner.”

“What? Then you didn’t come here to fight?”

“No way.”

“Then what?”

“You haven’t committed a sin yet.”

What kind of pun is this? As Mo Yong-hui frowned, Ma Cheon-so finally took his first step into Daeoam. Then he turned his head over his shoulder and spoke softly.

“I have to do it now. Sorry.”

What a crazy guy! At the moment when Mo Yong-hui was about to reach out his hand in despair.

An old nun who discovered them approached them and spoke to them.

“Amitabha. Why have you come here?”

“Why did you come to the temple?”

“Hmm? Did you come here to give alms?”

“Humble, humble.”

Ma Cheon-so answered curtly without even looking at me, wearing a sacred mask.

Heh heh. The nun burst into laughter. Have you ever seen such an arrogant and presumptuous almsgiver?

I don't want to meddle, but it's a place where the elders of the Amipa reside.

“Hehehe, do you know where the example is?”

The nun responded with a bright smile, as befitting a Buddhist.

“It says Daeoam. Why? Do I need to know other things too?”

At Ma Cheon-so's bold answer, Yeo Seung's gaze clouded as if she had been hit by a bullet.

“Haha, that’s right. That’s right. Daeoam is just a Zen temple that everyone visits. I have finally reached out to a donor whom I have a connection with, and I have been rude.”

“What are you rude about?”

Ma Cheon-so ignored the nun and went inside as if nothing was going on. Murong Hui followed behind him silently, pulling his black hat down even deeper.

Let's take a quick look around. Daeoam was simple and cozy.

A flat stone path was laid on the ground, and small trees swayed on both sides.

That was it. No ordinary Buddhist statues, no pavilions. Nothing.

It was as if I was seeing a true Buddhist temple, stripped of the filth of the secular world.

Ma Cheon-so stopped walking and asked as he passed by.

“It looks like you’ve been staying for quite some time, but it’s quite small.”

“Small or big things depend on the person who receives them. If you have no wishes, there is nothing to regret.”

“Really? I have a lot of wishes.”

“Oh… is that so? However, when you wish for something, it doesn’t necessarily turn out to be a good thing. Sometimes, things you didn’t wish for turn out to be good.”

Ma Cheon-so chuckled at the nun’s Zen-like way of speaking.

And when we arrived at the temple, there were eight old monks sitting cross-legged on either side of a large Buddha statue in front of us.

These were the elders who could be said to be the true strength of the Amipa.

Although they only had old, shrunken backs, each one of them had an extraordinary aura, unlike the nuns who had guided them here.

“Is this all?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“The elders of the Army say, ‘Is this all?’”

Hwaaaaa- The eyes of the nun who had been smiling brightly suddenly hardened and turned cold.

Are you saying that he is not a Buddhist who came by unknowingly, but a martial artist who came knowingly?

“Where did you come from?”

“Haewoogak.”

Ma Cheon-so answered honestly and without any lies. Then the nun’s eyes widened.

“Maybe you are the one who drinks?”

This time, Ma Cheon-so's eyebrows twitched.

“Did you hear from Baekryo?”

Who would call the head of the world's Amipa by his Buddhist name as if he were their close friend? This is like openly declaring that he is an enemy.

“Hehe, I wonder why the headmaster is asking the elders for something he has never asked them before…….”

Amihoryang Baekryo. She is definitely not an easy woman. She must have told Daeoam.

Of course, that won't be a good thing.

The nun took off her shoes, went up to the temple, and took a seat in the innermost center.

He then said with a kind face:

“Welcome, drink. This is Daeoam’s monthly salary.”

Mo Yong-hui's eyes became heavy.

Wall Street.

This was the first time they had met her like this. Her Buddhist name was not widely known either.

However, her nickname was so famous that no one in the Central Plains knew it.

The chief monk of Daeoam Temple.

She was the only Buddhist who belonged to the Ten Temples of Heaven along with the Shaolin monks.

That means… …a world-class master who has reached the level of Hwagyeong.

Ma Cheon-so frowned even more at the corners of his mouth as if he already knew. Then he spoke directly to Mo Yong-hui.

“Don’t let anyone in.”

“……Okay.”

Creak, thud. Ma Cheon-so stepped into the temple and closed the door with both hands.

Then Hyopseung spoke to him affectionately.

“If you came with a purpose, distinguishing between the two should come first. Do you understand?”

Does that mean you are hiding your learned martial arts skills? Ma Cheon-so nodded with interest and answered.

“Can I please deal with the people sitting here?”

“Haha, that’s not something that Mashiju can handle.”

Really? Ma Cheon-so laughed and asked back.

"then?"

“Come this way.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Ma Cheon-so started walking naturally.

Then, following her gesture, the old monks joined in chanting their mantras.

“All those with unkind hearts will come and jump. Listen to the sound of the Dharma that I have taught you.”

“All those with unkind hearts will come and jump. Listen to the sound of the Dharma that I have taught you.”

Woohoo!

As their ensemble continued, my ears started to feel blocked as if they had been struck by a sound hole, and before I knew it, I couldn't even hear their pronunciation clearly.

Soon my head started pounding as if I had been hit with a hammer, and my vision started spinning.

Is it Yin Gong? Even Ma Cheon So, whose realm had reached the heavens, was not at a level that could be easily endured.

Damn it.

But he walked without erasing his smile. Even the direction was correct.

'It's certain that he's someone who can endure… …the Demonic Cultivation?! But why don't I feel any bets?'

Hyeopseung looked at Ma Cheon-so, who was approaching him clearly, with meaningful eyes.

The mantras recited by the elders were a ritual that was always performed when guests arrived.

Once you have mastered the martial arts, you will never be able to endure it without raising your internal energy, and if you make any impure remarks, turbid smoke will immediately flow out.

But this time, it was really strange.

To be exact, I didn't feel any internal energy and no abnormal phenomena were detected.

“You recite the Buddhist scriptures so loudly… You are so sincere for an old monk. You will attain Buddhahood.”

The elders of the army stopped their advice as they saw Ma Cheon So finally approaching them and sitting down.

“As I get older, I become more passionate about my hobbies and find fulfillment in small pursuits, so please understand.”

“As much as you want.”

Ma Cheon-so smiles, revealing his gums.

On the other hand, Hyeopseung couldn't laugh anymore as he kept seeing unexpected sights.

'Who on earth is he? I was curious when Baekryo asked me to take care of him if something happened to him, but now that I look at him, he really is an unpredictable person. On the outside, he seems to be a member of the Sapha faction, but he endured the resistance. Do they have different opinions, or do they have different paths?'

Hyeopseung recalled the letter Baekryo had sent him.

It was a request to me to get rid of Haewoo-gak's drinking water if something happens to me.

But that Ma Cheon So immediately went to Dae O Am first.

He also left his companion behind and entered the temple alone.

“Yes, Lord Ma, why did you come all the way here?”

Ma Cheon-so answered Hyeop-seung's question lightly as if he was just passing by.

“I don’t know if I should call it Qing. Let’s just say I have a wish.”

“Hoo…… What can I wish for from the old monks who are just waiting for the day to pass?”

When Hyeopseung noticed something strange, Ma Cheonso raised three fingers from the thumb to the middle finger.

And said.

“Three years.”

"hmm?"

“I will give you a chance to live and breathe even after today passes. In return, for three years, no one will leave here, and no one will come in.”

"her……."

Amitabha. The elders' sighs erupted simultaneously.

What kind of nonsense is this?

His words were truly simple.

Seal the gate.

It means that you must not interfere with the martial arts world at all for three years.