Murim Login Chapter 897

Login Murim Episode 897

That day, everything was different from usual.

The streets, which were always full of laughter and music, were quiet, dark clouds that had not yet disappeared cast shadows over people’s heads, and the canal, which had swollen with water due to unprecedented heavy rain, was shaking uneasily as if representing this situation. It was.

And at the end and center, there was the imperial palace.

Okay.

It was dusk at dawn, and people did not notice anything strange as they watched the huge iron gate open with a heavy metal sound.

The entrance to the imperial palace is always closed at midnight and opened at midnight.

Soon, when dawn would break, officials from various governments would head to the imperial palace, and the residents of this beautiful yet dangerous metropolis would leave their ranks and start a new day in their own places.

Like elaborately meshed gears.

It seems like it was that way from the beginning.

However, the dazzling light that appeared through the gap in the slowly opening iron door was proof that the start of the day was anything but usual.

“Hey, look. Could that be… “Huh?”

As usual, the merchant, who was setting up a stall on the main street in front of the imperial palace, turned his head inadvertently at the call of his fellow merchant, and his torn eyes, like a maple bird, bulged out to the size of a flower lantern.

“Uh, the gold robe?”

The moment when that word came out between reflexively parted lips.

“under!”

With a short shout of energy in unison, a thousand gold medalists, each riding their own steeds, poured through the wide open iron gate.

The sound of horses’ hooves waking you up at dawn.

The ground is shaking. Rainwater that has not yet dried and dust that has settled in the cool early morning air rise.

A thousand men and horses (1 person), shot as if they were one arrow, crossed the main road in front of the imperial palace in the blink of an eye, and soon scattered in all directions at the hand signal of the leader at the head.

From thousands to hundreds. From hundreds to hundreds. From hundreds to dozens.

They dispersed and dispersed again according to what had been decided.

People who had started their day earlier than others watched this sudden situation in a daze, but I realized the reason when I saw Bang (榜) remaining in the empty space of the golden wave that swept across the entire imperial capital.

Myeongil (明日). Micro-time (未時》).

Grand banquet for the prince’s birthday. Open.

That was the first line of hundreds of proclamations written by the imperial calligrapher, who was famous throughout the world for his elegant handwriting, and the expressions on the faces of the people who were struggling with the untimely flood damage became distorted.

“three days? “Under these circumstances, holding that damn banquet for three days?” “Shh. Lower your voice. For treason

“Do you want to get caught?”

“The treasonous mother is a plague. “What is there to be so scared of when you lose everything, including the house you worked for all your life like an ox?”

“That’s right!”

“Sigh, it’s public sentiment, it’s nonsense, and there’s nothing to know? “Is this the priority for my child to be born?”

Some people lost their property, others lost their families.

And all of them are neighbors closer than family.

Therefore, the expressions on the faces of those who tried to stop those who were excited after reading the proclamation were not very good.

tap. Or the emperor.

How can the Supreme Being, who is the bloodline of a dragon given by the heavens and who must look after all the people, be like this?

Those who lost precious things due to this flood were angry, and others who watched them suddenly realized.

This scene unfolding before my eyes now, their angry appearance, could come to me one day.

‘Something is wrong with this country…’

At first, I just looked up to him. To them, the Son of Heaven was a person so high that they could not even see it in their dreams, and was no different from the sun rising in the sky.

However, the current emperor was a person who violated the laws of heaven.

A monster of cruelty and cruelty who ascended to the throne by annihilating his parents, brothers, and countless loyal subjects and their families.

That is why the heavenly mind must have left.

At the Shaolin Temple, which no one in the world knows about, famous monks died, and in Sichuan, thousands of martial artists committed a bloody disaster in broad daylight.

Is that all?

Unbelievable rumors were heard in Hubei that an Imoogi had gone mad, and a sinister story was spread that the barbarians living in the barren land of southern Manchuria had formed a huge army and moved north.

In addition, the northern immigrants who had been lying dead for the past 100 years showed signs of a stir, and now unprecedented heavy rain hit the imperial capital.

So what does this series of disasters mean?

‘Heaven has abandoned this country. No, I want to punish the emperor.’

If this was the era of peace and warmth when people were warm and full, no one would have paid attention to rumors and superstitions like this.

If I had a house, a loving family, and plenty of grain and wealth as a result of my hard work, I would have been satisfied with just that.

Over the past ten years, the world was as calm as the surface of the West Lake, and the people did not express as much dissatisfaction with the new emperor’s rule as expected.

Although we can criticize the actions of the emperor who betrayed the laws of heaven, there was not much difference in making a living.

No, on the contrary, there were some who liked him, saying that he died a good death when the inspectors who were rampaging in the peace of the Emperor’s time were caught up in a treason and were purged.

But not anymore.

In a short period of time, just over two years, strange phenomena that could only be called supernatural gods took place all over the world, a young king who was pitied and loved by the people was summoned to the imperial capital, and a king who turned away from the groaning people The Emperor held a banquet, pouring in enormous amounts of wealth to celebrate his successor.

“Is this really the right thing to do?”

The brains of a company deeply pressed down on old bamboo sticks represented everyone’s feelings.

“The will of the people is the will of heaven, and the will of heaven is the will of the people. But why does the emperor abandon heaven and the people?”

A voice that resonates clearly among the quiet audience.

The invisible air weighed heavily on the room.

In that breathtaking silence, people gritted their teeth and their eyes lit up. For some reason, I paid close attention to the man’s voice, which sounded unusually clear.

“The energy of the blue sky is fading, and dark clouds are gathering. “The rain and wind that will soon come will soon engulf the world.”

It was a strange thing.

Even though hundreds of people were gathered in one place, no one spoke and listened to the man.

A rough worker who has lived his entire life in the dark. A street vendor who makes a living from day to day. He was probably an old Confucian scholar who had accumulated as much knowledge as he had lived.

To that extent, the man’s words and voice contained an unknown wisdom and conviction, and were enough to attract everyone’s hearts.

Along with that, there are also questions that cannot help but be asked.

“Hey, Nari. “I feel sorry for you while you’re talking, but can I ask you one thing?”

The Juklip man nodded at the cautious appearance of the worker, who looked rough at first glance.

“Please speak.”

“It’s no different. What should a small person do to avoid the wind and rain that you mentioned last time?”

“Head to the mountain.”

“yes?”

The Juklip man slowly spoke to the worker who opened his eyes wide at the answer without any hesitation.

“Find the highest mountain in the world and entrust yourself there. “There is a stream that never dries up, delicious fruits and roaming animals, forests for houses and firewood, and enough for all the people.”

The worker who first asked the question was dumbfounded.

No, it was the same for most of the people gathered here.

The highest mountain in the world?

Where in the world is there a mountain that is so large that it can accommodate ten thousand people and is rich in food and resources?

While the worker was unable to find anything to say for a moment, another impatient person suddenly spoke up.

“I don’t know who you are, but you seem to be a deceased person who has accumulated deep training. Are you talking about Jung Won-o-ak (中原SS)?”

Several people nodded with an exclamation of “ah”.

There are also whispers that it is quite worthy of being one of the five famous mountains (name LU) that are said to be the highest in the world and possess a magical energy.

“Where is the mountain you’re talking about among the five mountains of Jungwon? Henan’s Songshan (崇UU)? Taishan (泰 LU) in Shandong? Shaanxi volcano (華 LU)? Otherwise…

“You are all wrong. “What I said was not Wonoak.”

“yes? What on earth is that if it’s not Jungwon Oak…

The moment when people were left speechless by the man’s calm yet firm answer. An old, grayish voice suddenly came from somewhere.

“There is one place left. No, it was the only one from the beginning.”

All eyes in the crowd were focused in one direction.

An old Confucian student dressed in faded but neat clothes looked at the gloomy sky and muttered to himself.

“Sangsan (上山).”

A few people realized the meaning of those words and their eyes widened, but most were still confused.

At least until I heard the old Confucian’s backstory.

“Yes, that place could accommodate all the people. No rain or wind may engulf the evil in Jungwon-o, but it will not dare to reach Sangsan Mountain. “The owner of the mountain is under the care of heaven and is a descendant of the dragon who controls rain and lightning.”

For a moment, the world seemed to stop.

Everyone in the room looked at each other, frozen as stone statues, and soon realized that they had all reached the same conclusion. Sangsan.

A mountain that is taller and wider than Jungwon Oak and can accommodate all people.

The bloodline of a dragon that receives heaven’s care. The owner of Sangsan.

Why didn’t I know? How could I have been so stupid?

From the beginning, the man was not talking about the mountain itself. His every word pointed to a person who could embrace this chaotic world. ‘King Sangsan（上山王）······!’

What would it feel like if a bolt of lightning pierced the top of your head?

They all trembled as if they had been electrocuted.

With your mouth open. I grit my teeth. I clenched my fists and tried my best to calm my heated mind.

But at the same time, I am thinking about a future that I have never imagined before.

‘If His Majesty King Sangsan ascends to the throne.’

The spirit of heaven has already left, and public sentiment is shaken.

And a child who survived a huge and cruel purge in the past returned to the imperial capital, to the place where he cried for the first time.

So, is this fate or coincidence? Or is this another evil plan of the emperor who already went against the law of heaven once?

Otherwise…

Is it a mandate from heaven?

People slowly turned their heads, not daring to open their mouths.

To hear the answer to this question. To face the person who caused this huge shock to them.

But the next moment, all that anticipation and excitement collapsed.

The place where the Juklip man was standing just a moment ago was empty.