Heavenly Inquisition Sword novel - chapter 310

Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 311

Publishedat 23rd of May 2023 05:20:28 PM

Chapter 311

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“Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus

Chapter 311 – You want to end the war?

Kunlun Samseon looked at the mother of the eight emperors with a calm face.

Now, no one doubted that the master’s technique was as good as martial arts.

It’s just amazing that one person could achieve that level of achievement in martial arts and techniques.

However, the Eighthwangsinmo was as surprised as Kunlun Samseon.

She didn’t know that they could dismantle the Palmun Palsangjin so quickly, so she was truly amazed.

Eighthwangsinmo poured tea into three cups.

“It’s a six-eye piece. It was brought by the ungrateful family owners. The only thing I can offer you is this. Please eat comfortably.”

Eighthwangsinmo spoke lightly, but Kunlun Samseon could not laugh.

They struggled to figure out the meaning of ‘Non-Eye Fruits’ and ‘Ingratitude’.

“It was a good thing that I did not kill Vajrapani, the gatekeeper of the gate. The Eight Emperors are my favorite disciples, so if he died… … .”

Arm Hwangsinmo shook her head.

Kunlun Samseon trembled at the cool eyes of the leader.

It’s just embarrassing to say, “Eat comfortably,” as they spout out life so frighteningly before the end.

“But it’s okay to be at ease now. Because the ancestors are my guests.”

“… … .”

Kunlun Samsun’s face softened slightly.

The head of the famous church said he was a guest, so at least today it seems to be all right.

“The famous religion, as you know, is a sect that accepted Taoism and Buuhism. Right now, I can’t do it because the times are suspicious, but I plan to have exchanges with the conduits someday. I hope to have a good relationship with the Kunlunpa.”

The Kunlun Samseon formally nodded their heads.

It is a novel idea, but it is doubtful whether there will be a conduit to exchange with the famous Moorim Gyo.

“How much did the three of you practice? No, how were you able to see through the supreme power of Yukju Yukgap?”

The sage Taemu and the sage Taeryeong saw the sage Taeeul almost at the same time.

Under pressure from the priests, Seonin Taeeul reluctantly opened his mouth.

“The Kunlunpa has a technique called Sinantong. I saw supreme power with it.”

“Ah, what a mysterious trick. What level of legal power do I need to reach to unfold it?”

Eighthwangsinmo was curious about the state of Kunlun Samseon’s technique.

Tae-eul Seon-in took a sip of tea before answering.

Of course, he wants to buy time to think about how much to disclose.

“The stage of spiritual communication must be passed. If you sharpen and polish the yang supreme-ruler with futility, the supreme eyes will be opened.”

I explained it as if I was floating in the clouds, but the Eighthwangsinmo understood at once.

“aha! You’re talking about Yeonsin hwanheo .Did all three of you go through Yeonshin Hwanheo?”

When Eighthwangsinmo came in with the secret of Taoism, Tae-eul Seon-in quietly changed his words.

“After experiencing Eight Gates, Palsang Jin, I realized that we were frogs in a well. The headmaster and the eight emperors must be at the stage of luck, right?”

Arm Hwangsinmo nodded his head kindly.

“I was only able to achieve Yeonheohapdo ten years ago. It is currently in the process of curing. Although the Eight Emperors are still in the final stage of Yeonsinhwanheo.”

“… … .”

Tae-eul Seon-in stopped breathing for a moment.

The priest said it with a calm face, but what he said was truly astonishing.

It is regrettable that sorcerers cannot achieve this even after training for a lifetime.

‘her! You have to practice Yeonsin Hwanheo for 30 years to reach Yeonheohapdo, and you must practice Yeonheohapdo for 30 years before you enter the path of health. … .’

However, I was amazed that I had already achieved Yeonheohapdo and was in the process of curing.

Yangsaeng is called Banseonjigyeong (半仙之境) by Taoists.

From then on, lifespan increases dramatically, making it difficult to guess age by appearance.

Taeeul Seonin inadvertently looked at the face of the Eighthwangsinmo.

Upon becoming a sorceress, she first learns the art of opening. When the eunggi reaches ten stars, it moves on to the chukgi.

Eunggi and chukgi are called ‘stages of luck’.

Each person is different, but in 30 years, you can reach 10 stars.

After that, if you think about it for 14 years, you will get good medicine, that is, good health.

In other words, it takes a full forty-four years to attain good health.

The training of Yeonsinhwanheo and Yeonheohapdo is all done with this good body.

‘If you achieved Yeonheohapdo 10 years ago, you are more than twice as old (120 years old)… … .’

The face of the religious leader looked elderly (around 50 years old) at most.

Her eyes were clear and her skin was clear.

Seonin Taeeul was curious about the age of the leader, but he did not dare to ask.

“Do you have any more questions? Then let me ask you.”

Eight Hwangsinmo looked at her Kunlun three lines with her roaring eyes.

She wanted to find out if the Kunlunpa had any secrets to her longevity.

Has it been half an hour (an hour)?

The door of the shrine, which had been firmly closed, was wide open again.

Then came Kunlun Samseon, and his eyes looked blank from how much he suffered.

When Kunlun Samseon went down to the yard, the Eighthwang supreme-rulerdess said.

“Today, looking at the faces of my new friends, I will forgive you for your rudeness. From now on, don’t wander around Mt. Fengji again. And Moo-deok Jang.”

At the sudden call, Mu-deok Jang, who had been staring at the distant mountains, turned his head.

“Go and tell the leader of the Heavenly League. The famous religion does not want a war with the Cheonjimaeng. Tell them that if Cheon Ji-Meng steps down from Zhengzhou, the famous priests in Luoyang will return to their original positions.”

“You mean to end the war?”

“Yes. If you want to continue, this body will go to Luoyang and uproot the Chunjimaeng. Isn’t that what you want me to do?”

“You mean to believe me?”

Jang Mu-deok asked with a half-doubt on his face, but the Eighthwangsinmo said no more.

Then Namgungyeon stepped in.

“Jang Dae-hyeop, what the head teacher said must be true.”

At the unexpected words, Zhang Mu-deok had a trembling face, but he did not refute.

For a moment, the Eighthwangsinmo blew a cynicism.

“Confidence in 10 warlords is great. It’s as the girl said. This teacher does not lie, and once promised, he always keeps it.”

This time Kunlun Samsun shook her head.

The core of her training in Yangsaeng is no-thought and no-mind.

Even though the cult leader is walking the magic road, he won’t lie.

If you intentionally lie, there’s no way Yangsaeng training will work properly.

Moreover, if it is the religious power of the religious leader, the words that come out of his mouth are close to the words.

Not only the opponent, but also oneself is under its influence, so there is no way to tell lies all the more.

Jang Moo-deok also abandoned his doubts at the reaction of Namgung-yeon and Kunlun Samseon.

“Okay. tell so I am grateful for the leader’s decision to end the war.”

Jang Moo-deok looked at the governor.

If the religious leader led the Eight Emperors into battle, Cheonjimaeng would not be able to survive a day.

I just want to thank you for ending the fight you won.

“Stop leaving Mt. Fungji. When they descend, let Chilhwang restore Jin.”

“yes.”

After Chihwang’s answer, the door to the shrine closed with a ‘thud’.

The seven emperors all looked at Jang Moo-deok.

Now he is an unspoken urging to stop.

Moo-deok Jang swung around Seonnyeoam with an expression of disbelief.

Considering the last time he lived, it was a miracle that he was alive.

“Let’s go.”

Jang Moo-deok is a military man and does not know how to do magic.

Afraid of the Eighthwangsinmo’s change of heart, he hurriedly left Seonnyeoam.

The people did not say a word until they had descended Mt. Fengji.

Feng Zhishan’s work shocked them.

Eighthwangsinmo, Eighthwangs, and Palmunpalsangjin were worthy of determining the fate of Murim.

Although he could not see the master’s martial arts, he was tired of the technique alone.

Yeon Jeok-ha and his party did not finish their descent until the end of Sulsi (9 p.m.).

Still, people continued to move.

It is because I want to get away from Mt. Pungji even a little more.

Fortunately, the moonlight was bright and there was no difficulty in moving.

Around the time when he was getting tired of walking, Moo-deok Jang pointed to a place.

I saw a building with the lights off on the side of the coffin road.

Although there was no signage, it was evident from the exterior that it was a small spot.

“It’s late, but we’re still before the ceremony, so let’s wake up the owner. It’s a remote place, so I don’t think the owner will go to the door. How are you?”

“I agree.”

“me too.”

“me too.”

Kunlun Samseon readily accepted Zhang Mu-de’s proposal.

The owner would hate it in a bustling city, but it was clear that he would be rather welcome in a place like this.

Jang Mu-deok turned his head and looked at Yeon Jeok-ha and Namgung-yeon.

It’s because it’s become a habit to ask for the opinions of two people since the beginning of eight gates.

Yeon Jeok-ha and Nam Gung-yeon also did not object.

After confirming the opinions of the two people, Zhang Mu-deok walked to the entrance of the spot.

Then old sim , the only one excluded, grumbled in a barely audible voice.

“Why don’t you ask for my opinion? Am I the only one who melts? Confucius is also green.”

Jang Mu-deok, who was about to knock on the door, turned his head.

“What did you just say?”

“Oh, no. I didn’t say anything.”

Old sim didn’t dare to face him, and he quietly lowered his eyes.

bang. bang. bang.

Moo-deok Jang knocked on the door, and after a while, a human voice was heard from inside.

“Who are you late at night?”

“It’s a passer-by. It’s late, but can we get a meal and a place to sleep?”

“Yes, yes, please wait a moment.”

The voice of the owner of the spot, which had been half locked, suddenly changed to thick and lively.

Soon after, the elderly man opened the door wide.

“Oops! Are you seven?”

“Why are there not enough rooms?”

“no. There are three large rooms, so it may be a bit narrow, but there will be no problems staying.”

The owner hurriedly ushered them in, perhaps fearing that his guests would just leave.

“I will serve food soon. I will clean your room while you eat.”

“I know.”

The restaurant owner hurried into the kitchen without even asking what he would like to eat.

It was small and seemed to only sell certain foods.

With seven people sitting moderately, the restaurant was half full.

Only after sitting on the spot did the tension slowly disappear from people’s faces.

As soon as he sat down, he immediately drank the cold tea.

“Coheh! Cool! I guess I’ll live a bit now. When I go back to Mt. Fengji, it will be the son of old Sim.”

Old sim, who was sipping tea from the other side, laughed heartily.

“Hehe, I’ll remember that. Murim people called it middle-class gold. Joman There will be a son who is not in the middle of the day. Feel so good!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Did you forget already? Didn’t you decide to bring the priest the red moon or the wind moon? You must go up Mt. Fungji to do that, right?”

“I know one, I don’t know the other. Do you think the religious leader will be on Mt. Pungji for 10,000 years? will go down cancer.”

Taemu Seonin, who was listening to the conversation in the seat next to him, suddenly said something.

“Come to think of it, I couldn’t find out why the religious leader was in Mt. Pungji.”

Namgungyeon turned her gaze to Taemu.

“The three of you talked with the religious leader for a long time, don’t you understand?”

“I had no time to think about anything else because the headmaster was tenaciously digging into the esoteric longevity technique.”

People reacted to the word ‘secret art of Jangsaeng’ with a sour reaction.

This is because longevity is the simple wish of masters without special talent.

Yeon Jeok-ha said a word.

“Sister, if you said that we should end the war anyway, wouldn’t you? Let’s not care anymore about what the religious leader does at Mount Pungji. Even with this, we have succeeded.”

“That’s right, Confucius. Even the musketeer won’t be able to say anything this time.”

At the words of jeok-ha, Zhang Wude and Kunlun Sanshen nodded their heads.

There was no doubt that the spies made the biggest contribution in the Cheonji League.