Return of Mount Hua Sect

I'll definitely protect it this time! (1)

“Have you packed all your belongings?”

“… … No, that's... … .”

"Why?"

“You should come and take a look, Sasuk.”

"Yes?"

In response to Yoon Jong's trembling reaction, Baek Cheon tilted his head and headed towards the back of the castle. Eventually, he arrived in front of the cart and opened his mouth wide.

Mountain.

There was literally a mountain made of loads. The large wagon that had been pulled by so many was crushed to the point of not being able to see it.

“Hey, what is all this?”

“These are gifts from the North Sea.”

“What kind of gifts are there so many ignorant things… … .”

“Sasuk, that little prince is really no joke. They were almost ready to wipe out all their living in the North Sea.”

“… … .”

Baek Cheon closed his mouth, which had been open, until it was too late.

'It's the first time I've seen something like this.'

In the meantime, where have there been one or two people who have been robbed to the very core of being hit by a rock in Cheongmyeong?

However, none of them came forward and took care of the volcano, and even gave them a gift package for a household that was not in existence.

'Is this really okay?'

Of course, from Baek Cheon's point of view, Qing Myung is incredibly reliable... … . No, great… … . no. it's just shit just buy it.

In any case, no matter how much Cheong-myeong is said to be his trait, it was very unsettling and frightening to hear that “the” Cheong-myung, a promising machine of his growing age, was influenced by him.

"that… … Jong-ah Yoon.”

“Yes, Suk-suk.”

“Does Binggungju seem to follow Cheongmyeong a lot?”

“Even the eyes of Sasuk looking at our long-time writer can’t keep up.”

“… … .”

“It was almost like a dog’s eyes looking at the owner.”

“You bastard! You are a puppy to the king!”

“How do you actually do that… … .”

“Turn it off.”

Baekcheon scratched his head as if cramped.

Of course it is understandable. There should have been a lot of things Qingming showed us in the North Sea.

To Seol So-baek, who had no place to rely on, Qing-myeong must have looked like a kidney that came down from heaven.

So, if it's natural to believe and follow it like this, then it's only natural.

'He's a devil! lord!'

How did such a terrible thing happen... … .

“How are you doing, Sasuk?”

“Okay… … . What else could be done? Just pick the right ones, leave them behind, and return all the rest.”

“I still got it… … .”

“If you don’t want to see Qing Myung make another cart, give it back quickly.”

“… … I will return it to you right now.”

Baekcheon shook his head and turned around.

'What will happen to Binggung?'

It was Baek Cheon, who felt uncomfortable because of his worries about Binggung.

That evening.

“Are all other preparations done?”

“Are you ready for anything? You just have to go.”

“It’s the body… … .”

Baekcheon nodded his head as he looked at the gathered disciples of the volcano. Thanks to seeing the benefits of Gongcheong Oil, everyone is now almost in a good state of relief from the aftermath of their injuries.

'That body is a problem... … .'

Baekcheon coughed in vain and turned his head to look at Dangsoso.

“Soso.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Can I leave tomorrow?”

“Hmm.”

The party house inspected the bodies of the executioners with hawk-like eyes. After a moment of tension, her mouth opened.

“I don't think it's perfect yet, but I think this should be enough. Yes. You're leaving tomorrow."

As soon as the words were finished, sighs of relief escaped from everyone's mouths.

"finally!"

“I thought the moth was going to sting and die.”

Everyone wanted to leave Binggung and run to the volcano at any moment. It wasn't because I didn't like Binggung. But it's because it's been too long since they left the volcano.

A few days ago, they had already reached the volcano, and they were overcome by the momentum of Dangsoso, who raised their needles and rolled their eyes.

- What? You're going to break through this cold with that hornet? Do these gents look down on injuries now? why? Do you want me to put a dagger on the top of my head right now? Do you think that would be safer? If you're injured on the way and need to heal, why don't you get lost here? Wouldn't it be easier to make a grave?

Even Yoo Yi-seol was sweating in a cold sweat and couldn't respond at all because of how sad the momentum was. As a result of this situation, it was necessary to obtain permission from Dangsoso to depart for the volcano.

“Jong Yoon, let Binggung know that he will leave tomorrow.”

“Yes, Suk-suk.”

"and… … .”

Baek Cheon, who was about to say something, suddenly realized something strange and tilted his head.

“Where else has this bastard gone?”

Then she took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. Baek Cheon looked at him and said.

“I will praise you for your acting ability to express that ‘I know, but I can’t speak even if I die’. So just say it.”

“… … Well, that bastard must have had more of his fortune... … I'm going to look for it... … .”

“… … Tonight?”

"Yes."

“Are you wearing a nightgown?”

“… … Yes."

"In addition?"

“… … .”

As if the soul was draining away, the vitality of Baekcheon's face suddenly disappeared.

'Please do it in moderation, Chungmyeong-ah. please. please!'

“No, even if he openly seeks fortunes in the snowy world, there is nothing anyone in Binggung can say! But why are you wearing night clothes again?”

“… … Wearing it makes me feel comfortable.”

“Who is responsible for burning my heart? who!"

“Why do we… … .”

Baek Chen shook his head.

No matter how angry I am, I can't show my tears to my friends.

“… … I'd rather be caught Then the people of the North Sea will know what he really is.”

“Once you get caught, it’s second to none, and even if you get caught, you’re just going to do it.”

"Why?"

“Right now in the North Sea, Qingming is almost like a Buddha.”

“Ah, Amitabha! What nonsense is that?”

“No, but it’s not like it’s nonsense, it’s really true. I don't know if it's because they don't follow Buddha very much in the North Sea."

“Ah, Amitabha! Amitabha! that basket! Amitabha Buddha!”

As if hearing something that should never have happened, Hyeyeon, who became contemplative, continued to chant her dislikes.

“Soso.”

“Yes, Suk-suk.”

“A little bit of stomach medicine… … .”

"Yes. As soon as I couldn't see the death penalty in Qingmyeong, I made it in advance. I will take care of it.”

“… … thanks."

Baekcheon took a deep breath and looked up at everyone. His expression was quite serious.

“There is no blue sky right now, and we have to set off for a volcano soon, so let’s just point out a few things.”

“Yes, Suk-suk.”

“I think he has something to hide from us about this.”

The disciples of Hwasan did not respond to Baekcheon's words. Baek Cheon asked, a little perplexed at the unexpected reaction.

“… … Do you know everything?”

“… … residence.”

"Yes?"

“Sasuk has a tendency to think that he is unusually quick once in a while.”

“… … .”

“But when you know it, I’m a bit ignorant of privates. If Sasuk knows, it is highly likely that everyone else already knows.”

“… … .”

Oh really?

Even Yoo Yi-seol nodded, and Baek-cheon's face flushed red.

“Wow, huh. anyway."

Baek Cheon, who coughed loudly, continued.

“You will know him, too, but he is a man who speaks what he has to say. Still, if we have something to hide, it means we're still not as trustworthy as he thinks we are."

Now everyone knows who Chong Myung is.

Cheongmyeong is someone who tells you what you need to know, even if you don't ask for it, and doesn't tell you what you don't need to know, no matter how much you ask.

That is why the disciples of the volcano did not even bother to inquire about what happened inside the cave.

“The magic was terrible.”

“… … .”

“And there is no guarantee that we will never have to deal with them again in the future. Maybe one day I will have to deal with the real magician.”

Baek Cheon's serious eyes shone supremely.

“So we have to be stronger.”

His eyes were a little firmer than when he was fighting against the magic.

“Again, most of the work was done by Chung Myung. We were just chasing his tail. It's not enough to just go a few steps further. I'm not content to just barely catch up behind him!"

“That goes for me as well.”

“A shameful thing.”

Everyone agreed and nodded. Baekcheon looked back at those executioners and said with a firm voice.

“Don’t talk too long. The enemy is infinitely powerful, and there is a long way to go. Let’s do our best not to fall behind.”

“Yes, Sasuk!”

“Okay, the death penalty.”

Baekcheon smiled involuntarily at the firm answer that came back.

'By the way… … .'

Why is the monk nodding there?

I thought it was our death penalty... … .

“Amitabha.”

Snow began to fall outside the window along with Hyeyeon's soft dissatisfaction.

* * *

“Oh, it’s cold. Why is it snowing all of a sudden?”

Cheongmyung, who was sitting on the roof grumbling, pressed Baekah's back, which was digging into her clothes.

“No, do you think this is all over here now?”

Got some balls, huh? Then you go hooked?

“Twitter.”

He licked his tongue and unplugged the bottle he had brought. And sipping a sip of alcohol while watching the snow drifting.

The strong alcohol warmed my stomach and went down my esophagus. The fragrance filled his nose and mouth.

“It’s spectacular.”

The view of the North Sea from the highest point of the castle was truly superb. When the snow was added to it, a landscape that seemed out of this world unfolded.

“North Korea… … .”

Qingming smiled as he gazed at the scenery.

“The death penalty, so people will live a long time.”

I had never come here in my previous life. So, there was no need to see this world with my own two eyes.

If there was no magic and no war... … Perhaps he and the executioners ended their lives while traveling the world in search of such a beautiful place.

“I bought it again, so I saw this… … .”

Qingming looked up at the sky with eyes slightly subdued.

Sometimes, it was a sin to be reborn alone and enjoy this world. Of course, his second life was not so easy. But wouldn't it be necessary to stay alive to get into trouble and to bully the young Volcano's disciples?

He was given a chance, but the other volcanic executioners didn't even have such a chance.

just… … .

He picked up the bottle and took another sip. And I had my mind set to scatter.

'This is not the time to get wet with emotions.'

I was always thinking

Why did this happen? Why did he alone get a second life, unlike the other executioners?

The exact reason is not yet known, but at least one seemed to be known.

“Heaven… … .”

Power entered the hand of Cheong-myeong, who was holding the bottle.

- He's already... … .

“I knew.”

It was something I had consciously avoided, but now I can no longer ignore it. The failure of the bishop's plan eventually cemented the anxiety that Qingming had been harboring all along into a certain crisis.

Heavenly demons live somewhere in this world.

clearly.

Just thinking about it gave strength to my whole body and my teeth were sharpened enough to twist.

But he forcibly suppressed the rising anger. I had no choice but to do so.

'What I have to do is... … .'

This time around, he will protect the volcano from his hands.

“Nothing is certain yet.”

No matter how much you say it is a heavenly demon, it will be impossible to regain its former power as soon as it comes back to life.

Maybe he is recovering his strength at this moment, or he may be sleeping, living in the consciousness of another, just as he lived in the consciousness of Cho Sam for several years before he woke up again.

It is also unclear whether he will go through the same process as Qingming, or whether he will return to the world in a different way.

Just one thing.

'It will surely try to eat the world once more.'

Anyone who has seen and experienced that terribly pure malice with their own eyes will think the same thing.

The world will again be covered with terror, and again there will be blood and death.

“Not this time, you motherfucker.”

Never lose a volcano again.

Thus, the future will not be interrupted.

After changing his teeth, Qingming slowly lowered his head and looked at the room where the disciples of Hwasan were staying.

'Not slow, but never in a hurry.'

What he has to do is not fight everything at the volcano like he did before. He will do everything to protect the volcano.

For that, you can do anything.

“Don’t worry, death penalty.”

Qingming lifted the wine bottle in his hand toward the sky.

“I will definitely protect it this time!”

The skies of the North Sea are scattered with snow.

The hearing seemed to be smiling at him.

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