Doctor’s Rebirth

Chapter 677

Episode 677

Won Yong (??).

There is no partiality in heaven and earth and all things, so everything in heaven and earth is filled and completely unified and fused, so there is no obstruction.

This means that heaven and earth communicate and become one, and that the universe becomes one and becomes one.

It can be said to be the final season of Taegeukhyegeom.

Because of this, the strong energy that arose from Ha-seon’s sword fills and colors the surrounding area.

however.

Cheonwoo saw.

There are loopholes here and there in Taegeuk Won-yong’s basic principles!

Ha-seon has not yet mastered the Taegeukhye sword.

Sreuk.

Cheonwoo’s two hands draw a circle.

Taicheong Sansu (????), one of the Buddhist schools of Shamanism, was performed.

The circle soon becomes a dot, and it instantly absorbs strength and pierces Taegeuk Won-yong’s weak points.

bang!

The river and the river collided and an explosion occurred.

While Cheon-woo still didn’t move, Ha-seon took five steps back in the aftermath of the shock.

“Puhak!”

Ha-seon vomits blood. There is an expression of disbelief on his face.

“The Taijihui Sword is broken!”

“How can you do that!”

“Was it Taiqing Sansu?”

“Taicheng Sanshu is also the study of new energy as described in the text, but is it enough to break the foundation of Taijihui sword?”

Everyone is buzzing.

Ha-seon asked, wiping away the blood.

“Thousands of sand. How did I stop my Taegeuk Wonyong from herbivoring? “I… I don’t understand.”

“Ha, Sasuk. Ha Sa-suk’s Taegeuk Won-yong was excellent, but could not erase all the loopholes. In order for Taegeuk Wonyong to unfold properly, all eight directions must be covered according to the principles of the Bagua, but Sasuk’s sword created gaps in two directions.”

“Huh… did you see that?”

“My eyes are one, but I have trained them to see through many things. “Sasuk.”

“Hehe… okay. “I lost.”

Ha-seon Jin-in felt a wall. It was the wall seen from King Gwon’s back in the past.

Of course, compared to him, it is still a small and distant wall.

However, I realized that the new wall would carry the shaman again.

Jeong Hyeong Do-in, a long-time scholar, said.

“I declare that Cheonwoo Dojang is the number one shaman!”

Wow!

All the shamans shouted.

Even those who supported Ha Seon-jin at first had no doubt that he was the successor to Emperor Kwon after seeing Cheon-woo’s Gwon.

Jin Cheon-hee’s heart warmed.

‘Great. ‘Good.’

When this happened, I quietly headed to the back door to see if Cheonwoo would step down so that he could have a good conversation with the shamans. just as expected.

“older brother!”

It was Cheon-woo who called Jin Cheon-hee, who was trying to sneak out, to stop her.

“Oh Cheonwoo.”

“Thank you, brother.”

“What did I do? “It’s thanks to King Gwon.”

Cheon-Woo rushed over and slapped Jin Cheon-Hee.

“Thanks to you two.”

The shamans’ eyes were focused on Jin Cheon-hee. Everyone knew.

Who made this board? I wonder who saved the current Cheonwoo and made him sit in front of the Shaman Gwonje.

‘I think it’s wrong to get out of this.’

Jin Cheonhee thought, feeling a strange admiration, respect, and jealousy.

* * *

Early morning the next day.

The Shaman faction formed an unarmed camp below Haegeomji.

Cheonwoo was watching it intently.

“Is this what Master wanted?”

Jin Cheon-hee shrugged her shoulders at Cheon-woo’s words.

“well. “I deeply respect him as a co-commissioner, but apart from that, he wasn’t a man with a strong sense of responsibility.”

“…That’s right.”

“Still, I think you expected that the money you accumulated after your death would target the shaman.”

In Gangho, Gwonje was a stick that stuck out.

He was arrogant and strong.

I have walked countless blood paths and created them with my own fists.

And I didn’t look back. Didn’t even make an excuse. There was no rationalization.

It’s just people killing people with martial arts.

That was the way, path, and blood path that he thought of.

Even that hell.

You probably knew that someone would come looking for blood money, and that it could be quite big.

In some ways, I thought that the reason he lived to be over 100 years old may have been because he was that strong and lucky.

If Jin Cheon-hee had not been able to prevent Jeong Gwang’s bloody death in the past, the shaman faction would have been destroyed.

‘It’s a bit obnoxious.’

We need to remove some of this blood.

However, it is impossible for a shaman like Gwon Je. Because they are the parties.

I needed someone who was one step further. And a person who has a deep connection with a shaman.

He’s a bit of a talker and hates bloodletting more than anyone else.

‘I am the only one. this.’

He did as he pleased until the end.

-Did you enjoy the farewell gift I sent you?

That damn citron was too sour.

It was so sour that I almost cried while eating it. And it was too expensive.

‘You have to protect a shaman for just one citron. Isn’t that too much? ‘Elderly.’

Damn it.

Jin Cheon-hee rubs the area around her eyes with her sleeve a few times to erase the marks.

-…Your guy really shouldn’t be here. Isn’t that right?

-Okay. I’m not saying anything. However, that body is yours, so don’t worry too much about it.

Please tell me how you learned it.

‘If you think about it, it seemed like the Heavenly Demon also knew something about Heavenly Energy.’

It is said that King Gwon was able to see the sky only when he was on his deathbed, but even Jin Cheon-hee himself does not know what the process was.

I don’t even know if what Cheonma sees and what King Gwon saw before his death are the same.

“Unarmed is now complete.”

Nothing special. Just picking out some rocks on the floor and leveling them.

There is no need to decorate with marble as there is no need to install a luxurious granite floor.

It’s all about the shaman’s method or a little touch.

That alone made a great unarmed weapon.

“The morning air is cold.”

“yes. “Many people will come in the morning.”

Even though I was sitting still, there were many stories I could hear.

“The fighters will come first.”

“okay.”

This kind of unarming definitely costs money. Cheonwoo chuckled.

“Everyone said they bet on me losing.”

49 times.

Isn’t it impossible for one human being to serve as a shaman for 49 days?

Everyone thought so.

And the same goes for shamans.

Even though Cheonwoo succeeded King Gwon, he is still too young.

Ten years at most. No, it would be difficult if it happened three years later.

“Bimucheop arrived at the shaman as per procedure.”

Jin Cheonhee nodded.

“If I win, I guess it means I will liquidate all my favors with the shaman. What if I lose?”

“…They say they will take the teacher’s memorial tablet.”

Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes widened at those words.

Are you going to take away the deceased’s memorial tablet?

Isn’t that spitting on a grave and killing a person twice?

“Jang Mun-in… said that the benefactor given to him by King Gwon during his lifetime was great.”

“Surely you got married?”

“yes.”

“….”

Jin Tianxi pressed her forehead.

“If you lose, the shaman will be in mourning.”

Cheonwoo answered calmly.

“yes. What shame would a sect that couldn’t even protect a memorial tablet have to look at Gangho? “It’s something that can’t be helped.”

“You will become a loser in the world who lost Master’s memorial tablet.”

“….”

Cheonwoo closes his eyelids.

The large body just quietly inhales and exhales the dawn air.

Jin Cheon-hee answered.

“It’s poisonous. However, if it is a seed sown by King Gwon, then it cannot be helped.”

“…In fact, it was said that it was a miracle that we were able to dance in such an orderly manner. “Jang Mun-in and the elders as well.”

Neither Jin Cheon-hee nor Cheon-woo know what happened during the reign of King Gwon.

We don’t even know how much blood King Gwon sprinkled and in what way.

I just know that their support is incredibly deep.

“So, Jang Mun-in has resolved the matter.”

“…yes.”

He was a strong, strong man.

* * *

The people of the Murim Alliance arrived early in the morning.

As soon as King Gwon passed away, Lord Akjin sent people, and those who had originally come to mourn the funeral suddenly became witnesses to this incident.

And those who came before those people were combat gamblers.

Before they were even unarmed, they brought in various things, piled up bags of money in a colander, and began to raise the stakes.

And Hao Mun’s merchants came in next to the gamblers and started selling boxed lunches.

“Chicken skewers! “We are selling chicken skewers!”

“Danggwa! The party is here!”

“We’ve also prepared some cool amazake!”

Seeing that scene, warriors from other clans were astonished and spoke.

“Haomun, there’s nowhere these guys don’t fit in.”

“Don’t even talk. “After the fire chief of the Geumhyeolbang became the successor to Hao Moon, they have now become people who will attack lava if they smell money.”

“In the past, people loved money, but not to this extent.”

Even at this time, Sima Hyeon was persistently making money.

Sure enough, the merchant with the best appearance ran over and spoke to Jin Cheon-hee.

“The fire owner told me to give his regards to Soui-seon.”

While saying that, he handed me a 10-tier lunch box.

“Of course, the shaman’s food will be delicious, but he said that after taking the forty-nine rites, I will lose a lot of my stamina…”

“Thank you… thank you.”

“I told you to tell this to your third brother.”

With that being said, the bamboo lunch box…

isn’t that the smallest one given to Cheonwoo?

“….”

‘Tongue… Hyuna….’

It was a lunch box that was worse than not being given at all.

Cheonwoo smiled softly.

“Please tell me it’s okay. “My eldest brother was already worried about me, my younger brother, and prepared a hearty breakfast for me.”

“Ah, shall I tell it as it is?”

“yes. ha ha ha. “You can do that.”

Tian Yu plunged his fist into Sima Xuan’s solar plexus from a thousand miles away.

It was a very good Taijiquan that used the enemy’s attacks to counterattack.

After all the swordsmen of each sect arrived.

Jang Mun-in came down and read Bimucheop.

Bimucheop’s resentment was so deep that just reading it was enough to make his life go crazy in all directions.

However, Jang Moon-in’s voice was surprisingly calm.

It’s as if he knew this would happen from the beginning.

And the dance began in front of all witnesses.

Cheonwoo walks to the center of the unarmed area.

“I am Cheonwoo Dojang, the former master of Myeonggil Jinin, a shaman. “The disciple performs the teacher’s 49 rites and wishes to receive the teacher’s blessings here as well!”

Woooooooo!

Everyone booed Cheonwoo.

At that time, it was Wolseonsanin who stepped forward first.

“I am Wolseonsan of the Jeomchang sect. In the past, Myeonggil Jinin came to the main gate and showed the master of Bondo his merciless hand. Now I have come out to repay that debt. A single-eyed iron fist! under! Are shamans ignoring the main island?”

I expected that Muin would be given the same distribution, but it was a natural reaction since Cheonwoo came out with a distribution of 1,000 characters.

In addition, Cheon-woo is a guy who is strangely unfamiliar with the abilities he possesses.

Although he was one of the best among the new masters, he was nothing compared to Dang, the King of Blood, or Namgung Un, the Changryongsword.

Cheonwoo answered calmly, as if he was used to being ignored.

“This is Cheonwoo, the third greatest disciple of the Shaman sect. “I ask Wolseonsan of the Jeomchang sect to teach me about the Tao.”

“Huh… that’s crazy. good night! “I will break you and teach you a lesson about the shaman’s wantonness!”

Cheonwoo glances at his brother.

Behind my brother, members of the Baekrin Council, who had rushed to support, were praying with their hands clasped.

“God of heaven and earth. Please let those martial arts people end up with only moderate bruises.”

“Please make sure we don’t see each other’s internal organs!”

“As for fractures, please avoid comminuted fractures and open fractures! Please avoid locations such as the hip joint and spine!”

“If the worst happens, please make sure the remaining pieces(?) can be found quickly within the unarmed area!”

“Please also give me the head…”

While King Gwon’s disciple began to decide whether to live or die.

My brother’s disciples were praying the impossible.