Doctor’s Rebirth

Chapter 682

Episode 682:

Even the 49th anniversary is now the last day.

“Many of the challengers ran away as soon as they saw Cheonwoo Dojo’s first copy.”

Jin Cheon-hee answered those words with both hands in her sleeves.

“These are people who could not attack King Gwon during his lifetime. “Only after he passed away did he say he had come to repay a blood bond and accuse the latter of his crimes. How courageous can a person like that be?”

“Hahaha Lord Sogak is so kind to the civilians, but why is he merciless to the Ganghoin?”

“Well, I’m also a strong person. “I have no choice but to be more cold-hearted about things like this.”

Jin Cheon-hee was making medicine with the owner of a non-partisan pharmaceutical company.

Doors with a long history always contain an elixir of vision.

The same goes for independents.

Xiao Qing Dan and Tai Qing Dan are representative arcane elixirs.

Scholars used to say that if the Hwasan sect had the Jasodan and the Shaolin Temple had the Summoning Order, the Shaman sect had the Socheongdan.

From the outside, it was called Socheongsindan by adding the word ?, and above it was Taecheongdan, the secret elixir of Choi Sangseung.

However, Taechungdan is an exquisite elixir that requires no ingredients and requires a furnace to be operated for a full year to make.

Fortunately, Socheongdan only operates the furnace for ten days and the materials are relatively easy to obtain, so it is possible to produce about one pill per month.

We were making it together with the head of the pharmaceutical company.

Of course, it is not one-sided.

If you eat anything alone, you will get sick.

In particular, if this powerhouse did something shameless, he would be liable to be stabbed in the future.

So, Jin Cheon-hee also shared and exchanged the recipe for Baekrin Shindan – the method for making Baekphosphorus elixir, not penicillin.

Because that’s polite.

It is obvious that if we exchange our medicine training techniques, something better will come out. Even so, this was not an easy task.

‘No matter how much it is said to be the legacy of the deceased King Gwon, it was not originally meant to be passed down to me, a lay disciple.’

Gwon Je-nim gave all of his Jinsinjingi to Cheonwoo and left the recipe for Socheongsindan to Jin Cheonhee.

Jang Mun-in was naturally against it, but through this meeting, he changed his mind and decided to follow Gwon Je-nim’s will.

“Heat control would be the most important.”

“yes. “Impatient Taoist monks turn healthy herbs into poop.”

After saying that, he giggled for a while, wondering what was so funny about the word poop.

Looking at that scene, Jin Cheonhee thought.

‘The Taoist monk has a unique taste for humor.’

In any case, the non-party faction head of the pharmaceutical company and Baekrin Uigak’s owner of Sogak got along very well.

“The same goes for training and elixirs. You have to take your time and do it slowly. To use an analogy, these herbs are also being trained in this pot.”

“It’s going to take a while for it to boil over.”

“yes. Cold and hot things should convection inside, but should not overflow even after boiling. “You have to slowly reduce it, smoke it again, and repeat.”

“It’s Taegeuk.”

“It’s Taegeuk.”

Jin Cheonhee nodded.

At that time, a Shaman sect came running.

“Master! “Master!”

“What’s going on? “At Yakjedang, they always told us to be quiet.”

The young disciple responded out of breath to the words of the head of the pharmacy.

“But the last challenger… The last challenger of the 49th has arrived.”

“…?”

Jin Cheonhee opened his eyes wide.

What came out of the child’s mouth was an unexpected person.

* * *

A quiet afternoon.

Under the setting sun, a nun offered incense to the dead.

“You were begging Binseung to have a meeting, but what was so urgent that you left first?”

Gwonje and Geomhwang.

You can’t cover the sky with your palm.

Now, all the powerhouses know the result of the match against Namgung Segwa.

At the time, she studied Buddhism, but in the end, what matters is what kind of martial arts she shows afterward.

No one would say that she is not the Emperor of Swords as she started cutting down mountains with only a wooden sword and her intention.

But now. For the first time in a long time, Monk Avi felt the feeling of being the first person in a strong position.

Old memories, faded memories.

These were the old days of Kangho, which not many people remember anymore.

At that time, she was young and Gwon Je was also young.

The two discussed their respective paths with fists and swords.

Monk Avi came to the end of the path his old friend had taken.

Didn’t he use his fists to defeat everything that got in his way through his lifelong desire for martial arts?

Can even that be liberated?

Monk Avi watches the incense burn.

The fire that was burning quietly turns into smoke and flies up.

Looking at that line, I am reminded of the teachings of Buddhism.

It was empty.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

Life was empty.

Still, perhaps he ran so far because it was empty.

It was only then that Jin Cheon-hee was able to arrive when Monk Abi was reminiscing about the old days.

Time seemed to stop around her. The scent of the memorial tablet also seemed to rise slowly in front of Monk Abi.

– I repaid the favor I received from King Gwon in this way, and that’s it.

What I said in the past while teaching Cheonwoo.

At that time, Jin Cheon-hee learned about Yeom (?).

-Buddhist scriptures say that even if you are an ant, if you attain enlightenment, you will become a Buddha. Likewise, even a child can climb a cliff if he or she reaches the point of consciousness.

Neither Cheonwoo nor Jin Cheonhee know what those words mean yet.

However, time ruthlessly said that the time limit was up.

Kangho was like that. Whether you are ready or not, the relationship will come back and pay you back.

Monk Avi finally got up.

Jin Cheon-hee showed respect to her.

“Thank you for coming all the way.”

“I’m sorry I came late.”

“Long time no see.”

At those words, she lowers her eyes and nods.

“Then please go to the reception room.”

Monk Avi shook his head at Jin Cheon-hee, who was trying to speak brightly.

“no. “You’re not the kind of person who doesn’t know why Binseung came here.”

At those words, a look of bewilderment appeared on Jin Cheonhee’s face.

Monk Avi looked at him with kindness.

The lawmaker in front of me was like that.

He was a person who affirmed that life is emptiness, but also said that because it is emptiness, anything can happen.

Although he was intelligent, there were times when he acted like an idiot.

That was the case now.

When you clearly know what’s going to happen next, but you just roll your eyes and try to avoid it by pretending not to know.

This must be why King Gwon found it so cute.

Finally, she spoke firmly.

“I would like to take my close friend’s memorial tablet to my hometown.”

“Do you have a hometown?”

“Yes, even though he looks like that, he was the son of a famous bachelor family. “I entered as a lay disciple, but suddenly decided to become a Taoist disciple because I did not want to get married.”

‘Jeong Gwon has a past like that?!’

The other shamans also looked at him with displeased expressions. Only those who shared the same name only touched their foreheads and shook their heads.

It’s literally something you can’t know unless you’re of that age.

“Or I would like to see the sea. “If you get hit by the sea breeze of Botamun, the deceased may wake up in the afterlife.”

‘Oh my…’

said Monk Avi and smiled softly like a child.

“I have come to repay the kindness of my friend.”

Jin Cheon-hee asked those words.

“Is this something that Emperor Gwon asked you to do when you were alive?”

“Wow, I’m surprised you guessed that far. Normally, he would go on a rampage, saying he would return the favor with vengeance. But you didn’t go into detail. “It’s just…”

“…”

She sighs softly.

Although he had a middle-aged body, his sighs were those of an old man.

“…I just asked you to break the shaman’s fist with a sword.”

Anyway, a cruel man.

All the shamans clicked their tongues.

Myeong Gil-jin was that kind of person.

He was a person who thought of humans like rocks.

He was a person who believed that a gem can only be made if it is cut and cut and cut.

Jin Cheonhee said, breaking into a cold sweat.

“…I might have to go into exile for ten years.”

Forty-ninjae where Eunwon gathers.

The final enemy was not the resentment accumulated by King Gwon.

Silver (?).

It was the deep warmth that the deceased shared with his close friend during his lifetime.

* * *

“ruined. Sasuk! Shooter! “Why on earth did you have some kind of grudge against the shaman, so you even brought Geomwang here!”

Jeong Hyeong-doin, who wrote a long essay, screamed.

“Oh my gosh oh oh oh!”

Jin Cheon-hee took a long pulse and placed acupuncture needles.

“I have already reached the point where I can become a coin. “It’s dangerous if you get too excited.”

“Do I look unexcited now? The saying that the prettier a child is, the more strictly he or she should be taught is an oily expression. “Bring Geomhwang?”

“I think Cheonwoo will receive a great lesson. Hehehe.”

“Incinerator liquor. Since Sogakju is still Zhuge Dynasty, isn’t there something to be expected? “What are the odds that our Chunwoo will win?”

“That…”

Jin Cheonhee scratched her cheek and smiled.

If someone who didn’t know them saw it, they might have expected Zhuge Sega’s mysterious state of mind or prediction, but in some ways, it seemed like the smile of someone who had let go.

“It depends on how many concessions Father Abis is willing to make as the chieftain.”

“You will make a lot of concessions, right?”

“If I give up too much… it’s not the situation the Emperor wants, is it?”

At that moment, Jang Moon-in forgot his way and started swearing.

Jin Cheon-hee thought it would be better than Jang Mun-in holding back his anger and going to the Juhwa Ilma.

In any case, only the beginning is possible with medical technology.

If you go beyond the beginning of Juhwa Ilma, even if a hermit comes, you won’t be able to fix it.

All I can do is hope that it ends at the Simma stage.

‘Wow, but Gwonje is really tough.’

Aren’t you just rolling a rock on a cliff?

“Well, everyone expected us to lose.”

“That’s natural.”

* * *

next day.

The last of the 49th year.

The sun rises above Haegeomji.

The midday sun was extremely strong and was enough to heat up an unarmored stomach.

Three people stood on top of the unarmed Haegeomji.

-The donor will oversee the judgment as a notary.

It was because of Monk Avi’s request before starting the dance.

Jin Cheon-hee looked around the unarmed area and could see that although it was not as crowded as before, there were quite a few people.

Non-partisan warriors.

And ordinary believers and strongmen who came to worship at Mt. Wudang.

The new shaman’s supremacy.

However, because he was still young, he came to see Cheonwoo, who was called King Kwon instead of King Kwon.

Because no one knew that the 49th anniversary of the 49th anniversary, which was already thought to be over, would end up like this.

“It’s worth waiting until the end to be able to master the Sword of the Emperor.”

“It’s unfortunate for the non-partisan faction, but if the opponent is Geomwang, wouldn’t it be such a shame?”

“Monk Abi is also very indifferent. “I don’t know what kind of help Botamun came forward with, but it looks like the memorial tablet was taken away on the last day.”

No one predicted Cheonwoo’s victory.

I was just hoping that I would be able to master the Sword Emperor’s sword.

Therefore, Jin Cheon-hee left behind the gathered audience and met her father, Monk Cheon-woo.

I looked back at the two strongmen.

‘Originally, as a notary, I would have to say something convincing.’

King Gwon’s successor and Geomhwang.

Is that really necessary for the two of them together?

All I could think was that no matter what I said, I would become a member of this secret dance that will remain in Kangho’s history. so that.

“I hope you both engage in business fairly. Let’s start dancing!”

After saying only the most necessary words, Jin Cheon-hee steps back.

The luxury people’s eyes lit up at that sight.

“Ilgwang doesn’t talk long this time.”

“Isn’t Il-gwang also closely related to Bota-mun? The swordsmen of Bo-ta-moon can tolerate other things, but they can’t tolerate swearing at Samun and Il-gwang.”

“I wonder where young Zhuge walked.”

While the noblemen were discussing, Monk Avi spoke first.

Everyone pays attention to Geomhwang’s mouth.