Return of Mount Hua Sect

damn nice to meet you! (2)

“Thank you so much!”

The lamas who were preparing diligently smiled at the greetings of the disciples of the volcano who had prepared first.

“Looks like you are ready to leave.”

“… … There was nothing to prepare.”

Baekcheon smiled with a slightly humble face. There was no need to unpack because I used the lama's tent, and it was all I had to pack. All I had was enough water.

“Thank you very much for warmly welcoming tired guests.”

"It was nothing."

A monk called Cha-in joined in on behalf of the others.

“Then be careful… … .”

It was then.

“Twitch!”

"Yes?"

Baekcheon looked back at the sudden sound. Qingming was pulling out the burdens that had gotten tired of the cart.

Why is he doing this all of a sudden?

Everyone looked at the sheep he was doing with puzzled eyes. Qingming pulled out the large grain sack on the top, then walked over and set it down in front of the Lama.

“Take this.”

“… … What is this?”

“It’s just rubbish. Eat on the way.”

Baekhyun's eyes widened. where is that The disciples of the other volcanoes opened their mouths too wide for a moment, and their jaws were about to fall out.

'Oh my gosh.'

'Cheongmyung is giving out what is mine to someone else.'

'Did the sun rise in the west?'

Of course, it is not that Qingming was not very kind to others. Occasionally, sometimes, there were times when I would let mine go.

But that's a story when you can benefit from giving away your own, or when the other person is a weak person in a really difficult situation.

What advantage will it bring to Qingming to make offerings to the lamas of Podalab Palace, who are not sure if they will ever meet again in their lifetime?

"Fine. Dare... … .”

“Take it.”

Qingming glanced at the Daehwabul, which was arranging the tent.

“Given the size of your luggage, it seems that you did not bring enough food, but you should have something to eat on the way home. There is no need to receive an offering in this meadow. and… … .”

“… … .”

“Adults don’t know, but children should eat plenty.”

Hearing that, Cha-in smiled with a slightly puzzled face.

“Then I will be grateful.”

"Yes."

Cheongmyung tilted his head when he saw the disciples with their mouths wide open looking at me as they came back.

"Why?"

“… … Aren't you sick?"

“… … .”

“Let’s go to the volcano quickly. You're going to have a really bad time."

"execution! I'll give it a try just once!"

No, these?

Qingming's eyes widened, but Baekcheon reached out again and opened his eyes wide up and down.

“… … I think my eyes are fine... … .”

“Why are the eyes all of a sudden?”

“When you get crazy, your eyes change.”

"Ah… … .”

Cheongmyung sighed with a resigned face.

“… … okay. Just play with it and put it in its place.”

damn things

At that time, Banseon Lama, who was cleaning up the tent, led the Big Buddha and the other Lamas to see them off.

“Om mani banme hum.”

Ban Seon Lama, who left the Six Mantras, smiled brightly.

“It must be a long way to the midfield, so please take a look.”

“Are you going to be the chief? I wish you all the best on your way.”

After being greeted by Baek Cheon as the representative, he swept deeply.

"then."

The disciples of the volcano clinged to the cart one by one. The last remaining Hyeyeon took the class towards Ban Seon Lama.

“It is truly a pity that I did not ask for the teaching because of the lack of time.”

Banseon Lama said with a soft smile.

“There is lawlessness along the way, and what help is the useless words of those who have not been enlightened? The road may be different, but the destination is the same, so wouldn’t that be enough?”

“I will engrave those words deeply.”

Hyeyeon bowed her head once more and turned to him. As Hyeyeon joined, the cart started moving slowly.

"thank you!"

“See you next time!”

They all greeted each other cheerfully and pushed the cart. Chongmyeong, who climbed on top of the piled-up luggage, looked down at the Great Buddha with her arms crossed.

Unsurprisingly, the dazzling light with an expressionless face was staring at him silently.

- How... … .

“Sheesh.”

Qingming, who had been sulking for a bit, shook his head. The cart carrying him began to make its way across the meadow.

Banseon Lama, who was watching the cart moving away in an instant, sang a verse as if singing. As he began to memorize the verse, the other llamas also memorized it in unison.

The eyes of Banseon Lama, who blessed those who closed their eyes and went far away, turned to the Big Buddha.

The deep, deep eyes of a small child made it impossible to even guess the thoughts contained within.

“What do you see, Master?”

In response to the low question, Daehwalbul, who was silently looking at the cart, closed his eyes and joined hands.

“The thorny road.”

“… … .”

“The thorny road that will continue for three generations. I saw darkness where there was no light.”

“Master… … .”

Then, after quietly leaving the mantra, he mumbled with an inexplicable face.

“He is like a candle that burns himself to light the darkness. But the candle will eventually burn out when its wick is exhausted.”

“… … .”

“I hope there are people who will light him up.”

Closing her eyes and looking at the Great Hwabulbul that had entered the meditation hall, the Banseon Lama let out a low voice.

It was because he remembered the words he had left before the great bliss of his predecessors entered the register.

- The devil will return. The devil, who is carrying the burden of longevity, and howling in the river of afflictions... … . If we do not stop him, the world will be colored with darkness without a single light.

Banseon Lama's heavy gaze followed the cart, which had moved so far away that it could no longer be seen.

'He will light the darkness.'

Can one alone light up the darkness that will color the world?

“Anxiety. Another trouble.”

Shaking his head, he quietly bowed his head to the Great Buddha.

“You go. It is a long way.”

"Yes."

Daehwalbul, who had suddenly returned to the face of a child at the end of the day, turned around quietly.

“I feel like something is very reverent.”

“Is that right, Sasuk?”

While pulling the cart, Baek Cheon quickly responded to the words of Jo-Geul.

“It definitely felt different. Those who have accumulated high virtue seem to purify people regardless of the path they follow.”

Jo Girl was a little more excited than usual, probably because Banseon Lama was the most impressive.

Obviously, he was a bit shy in judging others, but now he was voicing with a recalled face.

“Everyone of the Sae-Oegung Palaces I’ve seen so far feels a bit unique, so I thought Podalab Palace would do the same.”

“… … Isn't that the problem with the other five palaces?"

“Anyway.”

Beast Palace was not a normal place to say the least, and Bukhae Ice Palace was also a strange place unlike what I had heard of.

However, contrary to popular rumors that monsters were gathered at Podalab Palace, it had the feeling that it was a place where those who truly sought out Buddhism were gathered.

“How is it so different… … .”

"Iknow, right. It's the same fire... … .”

Everyone's eyes slowly turned to Hyeyeon.

Then, Hye-yeon's face heated up in an instant.

“Bar, do not dishonor the chief! It's just a different path and a different direction. Building up self-discipline is the merit of one generation, but guiding and leading so many people is the merit of generations!”

Baekcheon muttered as he saw Hyeyeon wrapped around the room chief in an angry voice with her face dyed red.

“… … I didn't say I was the room chief."

"Yeah… … . It seems that Master Hyeyeon also thought it was a little different inside.”

“We were talking about Master Hyeyeon… … .”

“B… … .”

Hyeyeon, who had unintentionally cursed the manager, looked at them with a bewildered face and grabbed their chests and clenched them.

“My, what did I say… … .”

The jogger who was pulling the cart next to him reached out and touched his shoulder.

“It’s okay, sir.”

"that's right. Anything else is different.”

“You should tell the Shaolin chief.”

Hyeyeon's eyes were moist.

'It's like these baskets.'

I am troubled and nabal, and I am unable to nurture because of these baskets. When the Buddha was cultivating the Bodhi tree, he said that the carts interfered with the cultivating, so that's not the case!

“Amitabha! Amitabha! Back off, you sacks!”

“Don’t fuss over it, and pull the cart straight out.”

“Turn it off.”

Meanwhile, Cheong-myeong, who got on the luggage, lay flat on her back while listening to the conversations of the volcano disciples.

Normally, I would have interrupted and messed around, but the words I heard last night and the conversation I had with the lamas kept running through my mind.

Cheongmyeong, who was lying down looking at the sky, smiled brightly.

'Even thinking about it again, I have no idea what it is.'

what do you know Damn it.

A virtuous sage might understand the deep meaning of Ban Seon Lama, but Qing Myung was not very friendly with Doni from the beginning.

And that's not what's important to him right now.

In order to stop the demon who doesn't know where he is and what he is doing right now, we need to grow a volcano and make the Cheonwoomang even stronger.

'It's enough to worry about something after that.'

Cheongmyung, who had cleared his mind, abruptly stood up and shouted.

“Even if a slug crawled, it would be faster than this! Can't you pull it faster? Why is it so slow now that there is no snow piled up!”

“… … There is a real shopping cart.”

“Don’t say that, Sasuk. Even the basket will run away when it sees that bastard. Where do you bring a basket to him?”

"sympathy."

Seeing the muffled disciples of the volcano, Cheongmyeong smiled brightly.

“Can you show me what a cart is?”

"Yes?"

“Twitch!”

Qingming jumped off the pile of luggage and sat down in the front of the cart.

“It seems to have gotten a little easier to see.”

“Uh, huh?”

“It’s all training, but it can’t be easy. If it's easy, where's the practice? The harder the training, the better!”

“Well, what are you going to do… … . Aww! You bastard!”

In an instant, the cart became heavy.

Baek Cheon, unable to control his running power even though the cart had stopped, threw himself into the handle and screamed. Not only that, but there were screams of sickness all over the place.

“Hey, waist!”

"Gosh! Broken ankle, ankle!”

“That madman again!”

There was a glimmer of madness in the blue eyes.

"training! It's a water lily again! How do you survive because you're so weak and fall for the scoundrels of magic? I'll make you twice as strong until you reach the volcano! run!"

“You rotten bastard!”

“What are ghosts doing, really! I'm not going to catch that bastard!"

The sound of suffering from death poured like a waterfall, but Cheongmyeong again strengthened the power of manipulating the Cheongeunchu.

While moaning at the weight, the disciples of Hwasan and Hyeyeon dragged the cart with all their might.

'The important thing is that the volcano gets stronger.'

turmoil is coming

It was only his own strength that could protect himself from difficult times. Either way, the volcano must be much stronger than it is now.

and!

'Me too.'

In the past, the other half, which could have been dealt with alone, had to risk their lives against the bishop. It was not enough, he even got help from other executioners.

In this state, there is no way to deal with the real Bishops of the Demon Church, and furthermore, the Heavenly Demon.

“You have to be stronger. more than now.”

As Qingming muttered softly, the executioners glanced back. However, Chungmyeong, who was already in deep thought, did not seem to feel their gaze.

“… … .”

Everyone who saw each other's faces grabbed the handle of the cart so tightly that their hands turned white as if they had decided something.

"let's go!"

“I’m going to the volcano at once!”

“Damn it, it’s a water lily! training!"

"run."

All the evil gates began to pull the cart with all their might. The boat, which had become heavier than before, was sprinting over the meadow at a higher speed than before.

The pure white land crosses the North Sea that stretches out like a fantasy, and the yellow land crosses the grassland that stretches to the end of the horizon.

where they left

Even the steep cliffs are friendly.

towards the volcano.

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