Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 479

Manggeuk (4)

Jeong Yeon-shin nodded slightly. The insight of the most renowned monk in the world of martial arts is truly profound.

It was not to limit the life-saving medicine that could be used only once in a battle to the Ipdo Gongwol. It was something I had been thinking about even before I crossed swords with Cheon Geuk Mun Ju.

We don’t know how the battle will change in the future, since he is a man of the Imperial Palace.

‘but….’

When Jeong Yeon-shin lowered her gaze, the face of the old monk, Beom-heo Daesa, was reflected in her eyes. The old monk’s face had lost its expression and his eyelids were half-lowered. He looked just like a guardian deity of the Buddhist law.

It felt like it was carrying the whole world in its body, even though it didn’t emit even a single ray of air. The whitish fog was slowly pressing down only around it.

A thousand volunteers.

The flow of energy is perfect.

How ascetic has he been in his practice? At this moment, the heat radiating from the dragon’s scales has become quiet. This is because the great power of Prajna has completely penetrated the body of the living, moving natural disaster.

It is the power of the Chang Geun Se Su Gyeong (易筋洗隨經), which has been described as invincible since its creation by Bodhidharma, and is being used by refining it like a diamond.

The most conservative.

He is the true Taesan of Baekdo Murim. He is the absolute being that countless sect members of the martial arts world follow as their spiritual roots. There was no reason for him to hint at his own death.

“I don’t understand the intentions of the head monk. Why are you giving me such advice now?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked, touching Yeo-roe’s sword wave with her fingertips.

Now, the face of Master Beomheo, who had completely entered the realm of the clear view, was like a plaster statue, and his expression was expressionless, perhaps because he was completely absorbed in the Buddhist practice.

The wrinkled corners of his mouth moved only when he opened them to answer.

“Listen. The third is fate.”

The old monk continued to give advice slowly.

“The affairs of the martial world are ultimately a matter of people’s relationships. Even the peerless warriors who seek the ultimate martial arts are entangled in all sorts of relationships and memories. This applies to the bizarre beings like the Heavenly Sword Master and the inhuman beings like the Sword Master. Even the northern warrior god does not hesitate to tarnish his own honor for the sake of his clan. That must be the reason why he is called the warrior god instead of the warrior.”

“… I don’t know what use such things are when we’ve come this far. Aren’t we stepping on the scales of a dragon right now? Even if we call people monsters and idiots, isn’t it true that a world of non-humans is coming in the future… … .”

“Don’t think like that. You have to live in the world of humans.”

Master Beomheo quietly cut off Jeong Yeon-sin’s words.

“Our mountain sects called Gupa and some of the armed forces of the Iphwangseong Shingumdan are blocking the invisible gate, but that is their original role. In addition, extraordinary Taoists and monks have been the ones to suppress such strange things since ancient times. The monks and Taoists of the Gupa have long been shamans who prevent all kinds of strange things due to their promise with the Ming Taizu. That is why they rarely interfere with worldly affairs.”

“… … .”

“You are overwhelmingly young among the leaders of the Ip Hwang Seong.”

The old monk continued speaking softly.

“It is right to live in the secular world and deal with human affairs. Why did Gupa not ask for your help when we went to stop the Dark Heavenly Emperor’s Horongsul today? Gupa is a shamanic tool used when the country performs rituals. On the other hand, you are a sword that catches people. I can assure you that from tomorrow onwards, this land will not drag you into the middle of spirits and demons. Gupa will be more alert.”

Shaman, aunt, fortune teller, public, Hyungsan.

It is a great sect that Jang Moon-in did not walk to Hangzhou. And since Jongnam Geomseon cut down the ‘mun’ and was exiled, Jongnam’s remaining disciples are reviving the sect in the vicinity.

It was said that his niece, Jeong Hye, was in it, and that the Yunzhong Sword Dragon Wiji Myohwa, who had an affair with Jeong Yeon-sin, sat in the place of Jongnam Jang Moon-in.

Suddenly, Jeong Yeon-shin remembered her maternal grandfather’s letter.

―Yongga and Nobu will exterminate all non-humans, so you will oppress the world.

They say exactly the same thing. It couldn’t be just because the Great Master Beomheo and his maternal grandfather were the same age. They have the same mind that embraces the world and Jeongyeonsin.

Jeong Yeon-shin inwardly agreed.

However, I did not understand what the Great Master Beomheo had planned to do about Hangzhou right away. Wasn’t it already out of human hands?

Hwaak-

Suddenly, a wind blew. It was a gentle breeze that tickled the skin, and it came down transparently like a thread, forming a wall between the two old men. Even though it was far away in the sky, the wind was gentle.

“…I understand what you mean, monk.”

Sarak.

Master Beomheo nodded slowly at the words of Jeong Yeon-shin, whose purple sleeves were fluttering long.

“Yes, it is enough for you to value worldly relationships. The bond between people is stronger than any force. Whether it is good or bad relationships, remember well that ‘relationship’ is what overcomes natural disasters and even causes catastrophes.”

Shamans and Shaolin.

Gongwolmu.

tie.

The Shaolin monk conveyed these three things.

[All right.]

Inyoung, who was leaning against the giant dragon’s eyeball, turns away. In a pure white robe woven with thick fur, there was an even whiter bone shape. It was the Dark Heavenly Emperor who had once again woven the Wonyoungshin.

Earlier, Jeong Yeon-shin had touched the scroll while watching the sight of the bone dust gathering, but she remained silent because of the Great Master Beom-heo, who did not stop talking even though he must have sensed the presence.

[What are you thinking?]

The Dark Emperor asked slowly.

Immediately afterwards, the gazes of Beomheo Daesa and Amcheonje met. The old monk’s lips moved slowly.

“What is your purpose, senior?”

[I’m checking.]

“what?”

[Does a true allegory exist in the world?]

For a moment, Jeong Yeon-shin’s fingertips, which were holding the lightning bolt, twitched slightly, but the two veterans continued their conversation.

“What are you going to do with it knowing that?”

[I will find my own way to enter the immortal world. Don’t get me wrong. I have no interest in this messy land.]

“The afterlife is not something that the living can confirm.”

[Are you saying that while talking to a skeleton right now?]

The Dark Heavenly Emperor speaks in a courteous manner. As expected of a master known as the oldest in the world, his words and actions are old-fashioned.

“Senior, you are still alive. Your body is also nothing more than a spirit. If you have no particular interest in this world, then hand over the Kyo-ryong. Otherwise, you will face challenges like this one again and again.”

[challenge?]

“There are many strong people in the world.”

[Of course, I have to take care of all that. There are still many things I don’t know. I have to find out where this dragon came from right now. The answer might be there.]

“So what happens when this spirit comes to his senses?”

[Isn’t that where my lifeline ends?]

The Dark Heavenly Emperor, who had stepped silently, rose into the air. It was a very natural and empty space. Soon after, a deep blue flame shot up from the eye sockets that were looking down at Master Beomheo and Jeongyeonshin.

There is no limit to the energy you can gather.

It seemed like they were going to continue fighting like this for a long time.

Swish.

The Great Master Beom-heo stood up without saying anything else. Perhaps he felt that there was no room for compromise. Suddenly, the air became heavy and fell with a thud.

At the same time, golden arms formed again through the Shaolin abbot’s shoulders on both sides, and began to distort the surroundings while emitting faint smoke like a temple incense burner.

The energy was divine, even though it wasn’t magic. Jeong Yeon-shin stared blankly at Master Beom-heo and opened her mouth.

“Monk.”

“Let’s talk.”

“You told me to value fate.”

“I clearly said so.”

The old monk answered as if he was asking for something. Jeong Yeon-shin nodded.

“If that’s true, shouldn’t I also value monks?”

He spoke in a calm tone, and for the first time, the expressionless face of Master Beomheo, who had been like a Buddha statue until then, broke. The wrinkled lips of the Shaolin abbot of the time faintly curled up.

“…You’re young. Very young.”

That was when.

Kkurung! Kwarung!

Something came across the distant sky with a thunderous crash.

It was rapidly approaching, sending out wide, pale shock waves at every moment, and it felt as if thunder had taken the form of a swordsman.

When Jeongyeonshin’s eyes widened slightly.

The human figure that had been racing through the sky was instantly pierced by the dragon’s body, and from that small point of impact, faint waves emerged in a circular shape and immediately exploded into dozens of layers.

Oh my god!

It was the sound of scales shattering.

It felt as if the dragon that had been dreamily flying through the sky was suddenly dragged down to the ground. In an instant, the human figure that had pierced the dragon’s entire body emerged from the other side, making an incredibly loud noise.

It was accompanied by the dragon’s blood pouring down like a waterfall.

A storm suddenly blew in.

Kwaaaa …

It was because of the suction power that the blow created. The transparent river water swirled and was pulled into the air for a moment, and a part of the dark clouds that had been covering the sky dispersed, and bright sunlight poured down.

The bubbles that had risen from the water began to float, caught in the rising and falling air currents.

A wave caused by the sword strike.

It was literally an overwhelming wave.

In the middle of it all, Inyoung, holding a large sword, stood on a piece of scale floating in the air.

“… It works.”

It was a deep voice that seemed to come from a cave, but the pronunciation was somewhat awkward. It felt like he was speaking out loud on purpose, even though it wasn’t necessary.

An incredibly brutal blow, with no regard for whether the dragon awakens or not. It was something that happened out of nowhere.

“Amitabha.”

[… Is this also the challenge that Beom-Heo spoke of? The martial arts of this era have filled the heavens and the earth. The time has come for Heaven to draw its sword.]

The veterans’ reaction was secondary. The figure of the intruder entered Jeong Yeon-shin’s field of vision with her eyes wide open.

Unlike before, the yellow jacket was not tightly packed. His muscles looked lean rather than thick.

The body that once reminded one of armor now resembles a bow, and the appearance matches well with the ears that rise gently to the side of the face.

The bridge of his nose, erected like a divine sword, had an even sharper temperament.

The lord of the sword.

“… … .”

As soon as my eyes met his, I was immediately struck by an empty attraction. His colorless eyes gave off a feeling of emptiness.

It wasn’t the kind of unwavering determination that masters usually have. At that moment, only two words suddenly entered Jeongyeonshin’s upper body.

‘A thousand years.’

It was an insight that even I myself did not understand.

What is a thousand years? It would be impossible for a human mind and body to live that long.

One thing that was certain was that, contrary to what Master Beomheo had said, it was impossible to agitate that non-human being by any means. That was the feeling.

“Just a little.”

At that time, Master Beomheo called the Paegeomjongju.

“It doesn’t look like you came to help us, but you’ve just angered the dragon.”

The old monk, who had been speaking calmly as usual, began to rise through the air. The dragon, whose body had been pierced through the center, was letting out a suppressed roar through its sharp teeth.

Kururung―

A huge noise like thunder erupted, and suddenly the surroundings became dark.

It was a strange omen.

It was similar to when the dragon first appeared, but different.

At that time, there was thunder and lightning and rain and wind, but now it feels like the sky is changing colors as if day is changing into night. Slowly, the phrase “the creation of the world” came to mind.

[The great masters of the later generations have finally done something! Here, the dragon awakens…!]

“There’s no choice. The senior’s dragon must leave the world of martial arts together with this idiot. The juniors must live in the martial arts world of their juniors.”

The Great Monk Beomheo, who had risen into the sky, sat cross-legged. In an instant, a sound like a heartbeat spread widely, and a golden light began to surround the body of the seated old monk.

Immediately, the Dark Heavenly Emperor swung his hand towards him and hurled dozens of blue lightning bolts down like harpoons, but the invisible slash from the lightning that Jeongyeonshin struck upwards canceled out all of them.

Jeez, jeez, jeez!

Colorless ripples blooming like a lake shore. Was it because he had even blown his left arm off in the swordsmanship of Cheon Geuk Mun Ju? Now, Jeong Yeon Shin’s eyes could fully read the unique and unpredictable form of the martial arts of the art of soolbeop.

He quickly looked away.

‘Who is the Sword Master?’

The sight I glanced at was still the same. He was holding the greatsword still, showing no sign of intervening.

Was it enough to just stab the dragon with a sword? The dragon’s blood was dripping down from its fully covered head, but indifference was evident from its deeply sunken eyes.

* * *

Meanwhile, the Dark Heavenly Emperor was exploding with anger. It seemed that he was extremely wary of Beom-Heo.

Kururururung!

At this moment, the long, coiled dragon stretches its body while thundering.

[Hey! Are you willing to risk your life on something you can’t be sure of success?!]

“Did such a young Iphwangseong purple think he would win when he crossed swords with Cheon Geukmunju?”

[Did someone who so easily gave up the world act like a great monk in front of the common people?]

Under the dark sky, Beom-Heo laughed.

“If you sit in the Pure Land and only welcome those who have attained Buddhahood, how can you call that Buddha?”

This is the life of a practitioner, that is, a person who practices Buddhism. The deeper one’s practice, the more one looks upon the troubled world with pity. Naturally, in order to save sentient beings, one cannot help but step into hell.

Hwaaaaah!

The next moment, Beom-Heo grabbed the Dark Heavenly Emperor’s ankle and was falling towards the dragon’s head.

The net of the thunderous lightning set Seung-po on fire and even scorched his wrinkled skin, but it could not do anything about the old monk’s Vajra-like Unmoving Body Technique that shook and plunged down through the space.

Woof!

There was a sound like the sound of a temple bell. At the same time, the old monk’s thoughts spread like the sound of a six-fold battle. The spirituality that arose in the upper hall pushed the thoughts of the Shaolin abbot out into the world.

Gongwolmu.

[Hell is not yet solved.]

All living beings are asking for salvation from below.

Kwaaaa …

In an instant, the sky was filled with bright red lightning.

This is because the dragon suddenly lifted its head upwards at an unbelievable speed and let out a breath.

A rage-like light was blazing from the huge, vertically erected pupil. The speed of reaction of the spirit that had finally regained its wits was truly incredible.

A pillar of fire accompanied by a loud noise engulfed Beom-heo and Am-cheon-je in an instant, and even the space was distorted into chaos. Jeong Yeon-shin, who was keeping the Sword Master in check, was not given a chance to intervene.

At that time, Beom-Heo’s thoughts continued.

[The cessation of my body.]

This body quietly disperses… … .

Those were the two words.

[Hehehe!]

The Dark Emperor let out a tremendous roar.

Phew!

Not only did the presence of Beom-heo and Am-cheon-je disappear, but even the gigantic body of the dragon that was connected to them by a pillar of fire disappeared as if it were a lie.

It was as if the Buddha was blowing his breath while using them as incense sticks in a temple.

It happened literally out of the blue. It was a coincidence.

Swaaaaaaahh …

The Jiang River, which had been filled with intricately coiled dragon bodies, suddenly revealed a vast horizon. It was as if the Jiaolong and the Dark Heavenly Emperor had been suddenly dragged into another world.

Soon, Beom-Heo’s voice was carried by the winter wind and fell to the surface of the water.

-You take a look at the person’s strengths.

It was a gentle message, like the incense of a temple.

* * *

Jeongyeonshin slowly stepped into the river.

Slap.

To my astonishment, the Gongwolmu of the Master Beomheo that had just appeared was a move that bent space. It was different from the emptiness of the sorcerers.

Because the entire long body of the dragon was taken over and disappeared from the world. The intuition of the upper class relayed this fact to Jeongyeonshin.

The allegory of the Buddha, or Nirvana.

He demonstrated the realm referred to in Taoism and Buddhism through martial arts.

The upper passage of the Seonryongihwagyeol that was connected to the dragon was cut off. It was certain that the Jiaolong had disappeared. The Gongwolmu of the Jeongpajeilin was something that even violated all things in the world.

and.

“… … .”

In the distance, the Sword Master was standing on the surface of the water, still emitting an overwhelming aura.

It’s a life or death situation. The message from the martial artist is clear.

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t bother to look at what kind of appearance or expression he had. After all, he was a person who had achieved a state where he could not be shaken by anything.

Literally, it is unnecessary. It is unlikely that the Great Master Beomheo would show much emotion just because he had the Dragon King and the Dark Heavenly Emperor as his companions. It was highly likely that he was organizing his thoughts based on the sight he had just seen.

The Sword Master is not shaken by worldly affairs. There is no need to speak to him at this moment.

Anyway, Jeongyeonshin had no intention of confronting her family’s enemy here.

If he were to swing his sword, I would have to fight him, but there was something more urgent to do. I had to exchange favors with Master Beomheo even if I got hit by his sword right here and there and died.

Above the Zhejiang River, where the realm of nihilism and contempt has subsided.

Woof―

Rotate the halo of the heart.

Jeong Yeon-shin first thought of three things.

The mind that was blankly looking at the maternal grandfather, Mayanjeok, who was trying to oxidize with the Blood Flame Cult Leader in the Cheongyeon, the invincible Lee Hyeong-gong-heo who took Baek Mi-ryeo away, and the Shaolin Seventy-Two Jeolye whose every temperament is in line with the magical power.

Kiiiiiing!

The trajectory of my life thus far stretches out like a warp, fitting together here and there, and soon transforms into a single sword path in the shining white upper chamber.

The magical power vibrated as if it was searching for something in the fingertips that held the lightning bolt.

Right after.

He slashed the air, recalling the sword strike of the Heavenly Sword Master that had hit him all over his body a while ago.

Swaaaah!

The air was murky. It was a sight I would never be able to create if I tried again. It was enough if I just succeeded in this moment.

‘please.’

Jeongyeonshin put her hand through the gap with a single thought, and as soon as she felt someone grab her shoulder, she pulled herself out.

As the hem of the orange robe began to appear for a moment, he spoke quietly and absentmindedly.

“Because it is connected, it is called ‘yeon (緣)’.”

It was clearly a supernatural act.

A very large surprise flowed through his palm. It was an expression he had never seen before from a Shaolin abbot. Jeong Yeon-shin, who respectfully took the old monk’s body out of the gap, muttered like a Cheon Geuk Munju.

“You’re lucky.”

grasp-

Then it rotates half a turn in place.

That’s why a figure was falling from the distant sky, wearing a fluttering pink uniform.

Hwaaaaak!

It was Yulhanangrang who had been trying to restrain the dragon, but after pushing away its large body, it seemed as if it had been hit by the lightning bolt that had just risen. Not only was his hair waving helplessly, but even his white face looked extremely pale.

He tried to slow down his descent by spurring a few thrusts with his bare feet, but it only lasted a split second before he crashed straight into the water below.

“Come here.”

Jeongyeon Shin quickly stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms, supporting the back of her knees and lower back.

In that moment, the remaining waves were released with a slap and drew concentric circles in the river, and as Jeongyeonshin completely released her strength, warmth flowed between the taut hems of their clothes. It was extremely warm and hot.

‘no one…….’

Not dead.

Jeong Yeon-shin stood there blankly for a moment. The head of the Gogeomjinin rolling on the floor at the top of a certain pavilion flashed through his mind.

Suddenly a shiver ran down my spine and spread throughout my body.

Yulhanangrang, who was in his arms, raised the corners of her lips and gently stroked the back of his head.