Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Chapter 319

Episode 319 The Creation of Heaven and Earth (1)

“Master! We’re in big trouble! The current leader of the Little Church…!”

“You’ve already entered Shaolin.”

Hu Yaosheng’s eyes wavered.

It is said that Seoliang headed to Shaolin.

It is meaningless to ask what kind of intentions he has. It was a huge deal in itself that Mine, and the person who would become the next master of Shinkyo, headed to Shaolin.

“Did you know?”

“That’s right.”

“Have you read the Book of Demon Emperors and the Reign of Xiao Jiaozhu?”

“That’s not true.”

“yes?”

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes, looking at the window, contained an unknown emotion.

“You don’t have to be the reigning Demon Emperor to know. “Liang’s demon energy stands on the border of Xiancheon and is constantly on guard.”

Hu Yaosheng’s face hardened.

Magi sends a warning? I didn’t know exactly what it felt like, but it was an unusual remark even at first glance.

“Then now, So Jiao-ju….”

“You met Deng-jung.”

“yes?”

Push!

The wine glass in Lee Cheon-sang’s large hand shattered.

Just thinking about it makes me unable to control my strength. This means that it is a surprising thing even for Lee Cheon-sang.

“I met that old man.”

“Red pine…? “What do you mean by red pine?”

“The person who was first created and bestowed by the Millennium Shaolin of the previous generation to the position of Elder of the Buddha Taisang.”

“…?!”

“I’m talking about Daengjung, who is good at throwing punches.”

“omg!”

There was no way that Ho Yo-seong did not know the name of the law, Red Pine. However, the name was already forgotten in this era, so I couldn’t immediately think of it.

Gwonsin Red Pine.

He was the invincible master who dominated the Jungwon martial arts team of all generations. Together with Hyeon Cheon Jin-in, who was known to be a master of equal skill, he was called Ssangshin.

The political faction of the previous generation guarded by the two monsters was no different from an ironclad fortress that reached to the very end of the sky. There was no expert in either the magic world or the four factions who could deal with them.

Until another absolute expert appears in the magic world.

“It is visible through Liang’s demonic energy. It seems like the old man has gained some insight. “It’s different from 30 years ago.”

Ho Yaoseong, who was looking at Li Cheon-Sang blankly, soon sighed.

“It’s too late to send troops now.”

“There will be no need for that.”

“Why is that so?”

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes deepened.

“You are so fragile. “Especially if I knew that you were my student, I wouldn’t try to do you any harm.”

“…Have you met Kwon Shin?”

“Long ago.”

Hu Yaosheng swallowed his saliva.

At this moment, he was more curious about what the meeting of the two absolutes would have been like than the shock that the next master of Shinkyo had gone to his archenemy, Shaolin.

“How was it?”

“It was shocking.”

Shock.

Ho Yaoseong was also shocked. Because I had no idea such words would come out of Lee Cheon-sang’s mouth.

“No matter what my qualifications were, I was quite arrogant at the time. “The dream of building a new religion on a rock burned stronger every day, but I never doubted that my skills were the best in the world.”

“….”

“The old man who shook that steely confidence to its core was in the middle of nowhere.”

“…!”

“I was young back then too. My pride was hurt, but at the same time, my desire to win was burning. “I wanted to prove that I was one step above the old man who was said to be the strongest midfielder.”

A strange feeling appeared on Lee Cheon-sang’s face.

A demon who reminisces about himself in his younger days. Reminiscing about his inexperience in the past was quite interesting even for someone with unwavering confidence.

“So did you fight?”

“The old man said he was scared and backed off.”

“I see.”

“You stupid old man. “I was clearly behind in terms of ability by just one point.”

Hu Yaosheng’s eyes widened.

“Is it unexpected?”

“…That’s right.”

“I couldn’t help it. At that time, I was around 40 years old and Taengjung was past his 60th birthday. To those who have glimpsed the ultimate state, time brings experience and maturity, not decline. “No matter how much I am, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the power of time.”

Lee Cheon-sang chuckled.

“Of course, if it were a real life-or-death situation, I would win.”

“I have no doubt in the leader’s victory.”

“It’s not because of the actual variables.”

He poured alcohol into a new glass and emptied it refreshingly.

“Even though he obtained the ultimate martial arts skill, he is a man with a broken heart. “Even if it’s a life-or-death situation, I’m not the kind of person who can use assassination skills properly.”

Hu Yao-sheng’s eyes lit up.

“I guess that’s what you meant when you said there wouldn’t be a need to dispatch troops even if you knew in advance.”

“There were times when I was strong and there were times when I was overly soft. Still, Shaolin is Shaolin. I don’t like it, but they will never be corrupted as long as Taengjung lives.”

“Then the problem is….”

“That’s right.”

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes shone.

“How does Dingzhong view Liang Yi, and can Liang Yi persuade Dingzhong? “I guess that’s the key.”

* * *

Seo-ryang took a deep breath.

I thought maybe. I thought that if I met a Shaolin master, one of them would be able to read the traces of the dark energy contained within the Guyu Demon Gong.

Of course, the probability of that happening was extremely low.

The dark spirit machine was almost completely disintegrated and scattered into the spheres of the old Yu Demon Gong. Even with the eyes of a martial god, it would be difficult to understand what the basis of magic is.

Should we say that it was bad luck to have met Master Jeoksong?

‘…misfortune? it is not so.’

A strange light flashed in Red Pine’s eyes.

‘Smiling?’

Surprisingly, Seoryang was smiling.

It was a smile that seemed much more refreshing and peaceful than when he cried out for freedom just moments ago.

It was because Seo-ryang was truly in a good mood.

Amyeonggi was a world-class new art that was created by gathering only the secret techniques of the old schools of martial arts and breaking them into pieces. As for that part, Shaolin martial arts were used the most.

Although it is a technique that kills the Buddhist energy and makes it more practical, it is not enough to be called a Buddhist martial art. Didn’t Lee Cheon-sang also see clearly that the foundation of Guyu Demon Gong was Buddhist martial arts?

Amy Yeonggi was such a martial artist.

In the past, it was the power that enabled Seoryang to obtain the name Salwang and the foundation that helped him become the leader of the Protestant religion.

Kwon Shin, the legendary master, knows such martial arts skills. I don’t know how he knew about that martial skill, but Seoryang felt more proud than surprised.

“Do you know the dark spirit?”

“…Yes.”

“How was it? “Amyeonggi is a martial art.”

Red Pine’s eyebrows twitched.

This time, even he couldn’t read Seo-ryang’s intentions. He answered obediently.

“It was an amazing feat. Although there were some gaps, I wonder if Shaolin’s martial arts skills are sufficient. Although his strength was accumulated through killing, the talent of the child named Salwang, who created the dark spirit machine, was truly a gift from heaven. “If you have such amazing talent, I wanted to give you a few words of advice so that you can wash away your killing karma and devote yourself seriously to martial arts.”

“…I see.”

“Now answer me. “How is it that traces of dark energy can be seen in your demonic energy?”

Xu Liang smiled.

“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”

“I just want an honest answer.”

“The original owner of that martial arts skill is dead.”

“know.”

“And that martial arts ended up in my hands, and I just created another martial arts based on it.”

“That’s not the answer I want to hear.”

“I have nothing more to say. “I am just who I am today, having risen to a higher level based on the martial arts skills I happened to acquire.”

Suddenly, the smile disappeared from Seo-ryang’s face.

“Rather, I would like to ask. How does Noh Seon-bae know about the secret spirit created by King Sal? Although it is a martial art created based on the old school’s teachings, it is also a martial art that has already left the hands of the old school. “It doesn’t make sense for Noh Seon-bae to know.”

“I wanted an answer, not another question.”

“Are you saying you can’t answer my question?”

“It’s nothing good to know.”

“Then let’s wrap this up. “You asked an overly sensitive question, and I think my question is also a sensitive question for you.”

Jeoksong, who was quietly looking at Seoryang, suddenly burst into laughter.

“That guy, Cheon-Sang Lee, raised a student who looks exactly like me. “How can your calculation method be so evil?”

“Evil?”

“It can only be said to be evil because it is a calculation method made to suit my taste.”

Xu Liang smiled again.

“I just know what the old man wants.”

“what I want?”

“Senior Noh, you’re not curious about how I know about the dark energy, are you? “Aren’t you worried that if I know the secret spirit technique, many other martial arts skills from the nine sects may also be known to our school?”

“He’s a sharp guy.”

“I assure you, that will not happen. Only I know the fate of the dark spirit. “Even the leader doesn’t know.”

“How can I trust you young demon dragon?”

Seo-ryang just smiled without answering.

This means that there is no need for elaborate speech. Jeoksong, who read Seoryang’s sincerity in his confident smile, nodded.

“Don’t believe it.”

So easy to believe?

Not like that.

Jeoksong was a person who had the ability to break through and see through all of Xiliang’s steel-like magic attacks. Even if you can’t read Seo-ryang’s thoughts, you can at least know whether what Seo-ryang says is true or not.

This was possible because he had learned Buddhist martial arts, which are the opposite of magical arts, to the highest level.

“Now tell me. “What is the problem with Shaolin?”

Red Pine emptied the bowl again.

Red Pine’s face, which had looked dull until the end, returned to its original glow. I was suppressing my internal energy to keep myself drunk, but I can’t do that anymore.

“Do you know what the representative school of our headquarters is known throughout the world?”

“Se Soo-kyung near the station.”

Xu Liang’s eyes lit up.

“And the seventy-two rituals.”

“To be exact, the techniques called Seventy-Two Jeolye are martial arts derived from the Yeokseo Sugyeong.”

Red Pine smiled hollowly. It was a smile that felt empty.

“You may wonder what use martial arts is to a Buddhist disciple, but that is not the case for Shaolin. As you said, the Shaolin seen from Gangho is completely different from what Buddhists see. “As we must take responsibility, it is also important to maintain the martial arts that our predecessors have refined.”

“….”

“Twenty-eight species out of the seventy-two authentic copies are in the hands of Lord Dam.”

“…!”

“Of the items displayed in Janggyeonggak at the headquarters, 28 are copies.”

Seo-ryang’s eyes widened.

“The ultimate skill of Shaolin is in the hands of the Lord? Not just one or two, but twenty-eight?!”

“Yes.”

“How?”

Even Xiliang of the world could not help but be embarrassed this time.

Red Pine said bitterly.

“I’ll be honest. It makes no sense to turn a blind eye to the safety of the world just because 28 of the 72 authentic copies have been handed over. “I don’t have the courage to see the faces of my ancestors, but is the original copy really important to save the world from disaster?”

“then?”

“Have you ever heard of blood pain?”

“…!!”

“It seems like you’ve heard of it before.”

A subtle red color appeared on Red Pine’s face, which was stained with bitterness.

It was a truly complex face, unable to tell whether it was anger or sadness.

“More than half of the leaders of Shaolin are addicted to a vicious monster called Hyeolgo.”