Episode 1240.
thud.
Bu Eun-seol's eyes blurred with shock as he realized the meaning of the old man's words.
'Grandpa… was that a new Jinma?'
The ability to recover the liquid of the Jinma divided into eighteen parts and use its power, the Light Eighteen Souls.
However, it was said that the unexpected Gwangmyeongsipguhon was created.
There is no way another Jinma fluid will be created.
Doesn't that mean that Grandpa absorbed all those fluids?
Is that why I was able to complete the chain of reincarnation?
“Nonsense…….”
Boo Eun-seol, who was barely able to hold on to her wavering mind, said.
“If Grandfather absorbed all the fluids, how do you have Jinma’s right arm?”
“Hahaha, you don’t know anything.”
The old man had a sinister smile on his face.
“In the end, it was the Buddha who ruined everything.”
“Buddhist?”
“Now that’s enough…….”
The old man shook his head and spoke coldly.
“Let’s finish it.”
Saaaaak.
As the old man raised his blood sword,
Kwaung!
A tremendous amount of energy suddenly escaped from behind Bu Eun-seol and soon disappeared into the red sky.
While he was talking about the Heavenly Emperor.
It was no exaggeration to say that no one could compete with him alone.
The old man was able to perfectly control the power contained in Jinma's fluid.
That power cannot be stopped by anything.
Cheeeeeee.
A puff of smoke rose from Bu Eun-seol's left wrist.
Let all your strength drain away.
Near his left wrist, where the latent fluid of the past Jinma was absorbed.
A violent reaction was taking place.
―Compassion is the strongest and most foolish chain that binds oneself.
―Cut off your love for others. A heart of cruelty is a diamond that no sword can pierce.
―If all living beings are connected as one, aren't their cries my hymns? Enjoy the law of dependent origination.
Deep, dark wisdom in the mind.
A dark realization that neither he nor his family could understand penetrated his mind.
Kwaaaaaaa!
Before he knew it, the image of a demon Buddha was rising behind him, turning the entire world black.
"ha."
Bu-eun-seol's pupils were dyed black.
If you recite that evil dharma.
If you accept that gray awakening.
The power that the old man holds in his hands will, of course, give him the power to rule over all the powers of the world.
―Don't try to escape the wheel of reincarnation.
Become the master of that wheel and trample on others to get ahead.
Will it become gravel under rolling wheels?
Are you going to be the coachman who rolls the wheels?
'The Wheel of Reincarnation.'
In the moment, the swollen eyes.
In the quiet space, on the funeral pyre, I saw the figure of an old man respectfully embalming the deceased.
Long ago, my grandfather became the master of that wheel and ascended to the pinnacle of all existence.
But what was ultimately chosen.
It was a matter of mourning the bodies of the deceased who died alone, without even hearing the voices of their loved ones, and praying for their souls to rest in peace.
He lived his entire life in regret and pain, regretting his past life.
'How could I do the same thing?'
Grandfather taught Bu Eun-seol how to choose the right path.
So that you don't follow in my footsteps and can live a normal and happy life.
But how can one be ruled by power and authority?
A five-colored light bloomed from Bu Eun-seol's eyes.
Wood crack.
I began to forcibly suppress the force that was trying to burst out of my left wrist and the black dharmas that were digging into my head.
Kuuuuu!
The radiance that rose from his entire body soon took the form of a five-colored dragon, and began to tear at the body of the demon buddha floating in the sky.
―The bitter cold of winter freezes the earth not to kill life.
It is a process of condensing the vitality that will spread when spring comes into being deep within.
Suddenly, the story my father told me when I was learning martial arts at Sahajang came to mind.
―But from the perspective of insects or ants that live short lives, it would seem like death is coming down on the whole world.
When the young Baekri Geomha nodded, his father Baekri Muha smiled.
―So, if it snows for a hundred years from now? Wouldn't humans also think it's a punishment from God in anger?
When Baekri Geomha opened his eyes wide at the completely unexpected story, Baekri Muha smiled and said.
―From this short and narrow perspective of human beings, what seemed like destruction, extinction, and decline…
From a natural perspective, it could be the moment of conception and the process of giving birth to a new life.
In nature, the concept of the end itself does not exist.
Only the form changes, and extinction always leaves room for another birth.
It seems like we are born, grow, and disappear, but in reality, it repeats itself endlessly in a circle.
The point that is considered the end always meets another beginning.
The moment we call extinction is already a place where new life is breathing.
Brrrr.
After finishing her recollection, Bu Eun-seol's body began to tremble violently.
I realized why the silent eclipse was incomplete until now, and why my life force was consumed with each unfolding.
'From a human perspective, it was destruction and annihilation… … .'
Only then was I able to complete the Dharma of the complete silent meditation.
'From nature's perspective, it's simply a process for creating new life.'
Wheww.
Let us attain enlightenment.
Just as a seed that has endured winter finally breaks through the earth and bursts forth, the light of life blossomed from the body of the swollen snow.
“That guy.”
The old man, who was watching Bu Eun-seol dying from the power of the Jinma, took a deep breath.
A guy who was panting as if his life force had drained away and he was about to dry up and die.
Isn't it suddenly spreading the power of the soul magic equal to yours in all directions?
“He doesn’t have any fluids.”
Because the fluids of the Jinma resonate with each other.
Those who possess the fluid can sense each other as long as the power is released.
But no fluid was felt at all in Bu Eun-seol's body.
“What is that?”
The strange phenomenon did not end there.
Suddenly, a five-colored dragon appeared and devoured the power of the soul magic device.
Isn't it spreading the light of life so brilliant that it's difficult to even look at it?
My withered body was recovering, and my vitality, which had been completely lost, was fully restored.
Absolutely irresistible.
By the power of the True Demon, both the withered body and vitality were restored.
Whew.
The light gradually disappeared.
Before I knew it, Bu-eun-seol's body had completely recovered.
amazing.
Even though the power of the Gonggeukgyeong was withdrawn, the realm of the Extinction Sutra was maintained, and the body became lighter.
“You.”
The old man's expression as he looked at the swollen eye became bizarre.
“Are you saying that there is no evil karma?”
“Evil karma?”
That's a strange thing to say.
Could it be that the true demon's body can take away the evil karma that a person has accumulated?
Even if that's true.
Are you saying that you must absorb evil karma that you will not feel good about even if you throw it away?
“Die!”
At that moment, a bloody line swung before Bwounseol's eyes.
Although it is said to have been swung, it was actually the demon's power that was unleashed.
Sreung.
At that moment, hundreds and thousands of points of light began to bloom from the silent sword of the swollen snow, along with a sword sound like a dragon's cry.
When the old man unleashed the maximum power of the body, he deployed a full silent solar eclipse to counter it.
But then something strange happened.
Damn it.
As the silent solar eclipse unfolded, the spreading lights took the shape of two lines and slowly twisted together.
It became a form extremely similar to the chain of reincarnation left behind by Jinma.
Whirilirik.
In an instant, a red line of blood extending from the old man's right hand became wrapped in the shape of a chain of light dots.
“Eww!”
The old man began to scream shamelessly.
Long ago, I transcended physical pain.
But what is being conveyed now is the pain of eternal confinement that destroys existence itself.
As if trapped for hundreds of years in a space without sound, light, or sensation, my memories were erased and my self dissolved.
“Ugh.”
As the Eighteen Souls of Gwangmyeong, he is the one who has access to the greatest secrets in the martial arts world and has made everyone kneel at his feet.
“Eww!”
He rolled on the floor like a newborn baby and howled like an animal.
“Huhhhh.”
But the old man's mental strength was also extraordinary.
“Whoa!”
In a state where an ordinary person would have already gone mad, he is trapped in a mental prison.
This is another attempt at a counterattack.
First memory.
He quickly closed the distance, spread his arms wide, and used all his might to increase his attack power.
It is the unfolding of the Docheonhwanmyeonggyeol (盜天還命訣), which transcends all the secret arts of absorbing essence scattered throughout the current martial arts world.
Kukuku.
The axis of the earth is shaking.
The vital energy of the swollen tongue was being absorbed into the old man's body.
Originally, it was called the study of absorption.
This is only possible by opening up the body and mind of the PC electronic through special elixirs and mysterious methods.
However, with the Docheonhwanmyeonggyeol, it is possible to easily absorb it by simply spreading both arms.
“It must be Jinma’s secret technique.”
Bu Eun-seol made a bitter expression.
“Or maybe it’s the remnants of the knowledge that Baekriga stole from Jinma.”
The old man felt more than surprised, he felt strange.
How could someone who was under the influence of the magic of absorption be able to speak? Could he possibly know the secrets of the Baekri family, which even the highest leaders of the martial arts world do not know?
“Seeing as you’ve mastered the Jinma’s secret arts, I’m sure you won’t open your mouth no matter what tricks you use.”
Bu Eun-seol said solemnly.
“Now let’s see the ending.”
“Hehehe!”
Instead of answering, the old man burst into rage and began to perform the Docheonhwanmyeonggyeol.
Even if he dies, he intends to cause great harm by damaging the vitality of the swollen eye.
Jiying.
But the swelling is.
As the old man tried to absorb the vitality with all his might, the life force continuously flowed out without resistance.
Because I have realized the essence of the silent eclipse, I can circulate all the power within my body.
“……!”
The old man opened his mouth.
In fact, the reason why Docheonhwanmyeonggyeol can easily absorb the life force of others is.
This was because he cleverly used the counterforce that resisted being taken away.
But when Bu Eun-seol pushed in with all his strength without hesitation, they poured into the meridians like an unbearable torrent.
“Ugh.”
Absorbing such enormous power without any resistance is like mercilessly thrusting a sharp weapon into one's body.
Swish.
Eventually, the skin split, blood vessels expanded and burst, and the meridians and internal organs could not withstand and ruptured.
Knock knock knock.
Muscles were torn, and tiny fractures spread like spider webs across the bones of his body under the terrifying pressure.
“Ugh.”
The old man stared into space with unfocused eyes,
Bam. Thud.
He knelt down, spitting out crimson blood.
Slurp.
The old man's right arm began to crumble and scatter.
Due to the mysterious cycle contained in the silent solar eclipse, the right hand was broken.
Ss …
The black fog that flowed from the powdered wrist began to be absorbed into Bu-eun-seol's body again.
'It's the same situation again.'
Bu Eun-seol tried to block the fog by using a silent solar eclipse, but
Swoosh.
The black fog was instantly absorbed into his right arm.
'Is this unstoppable?'
As before, nothing had changed, and in fact, my body felt lighter.
"you."
The dying old man looked up at the swollen eye with dim eyes.
“So that was the progress of Buzanyang.”
His eyes were like a dying candle.
Realizing that there was not much time left, Bu Eun-seol asked.
“Who the hell killed my grandfather?”
"anyway."
The old man spoke with unfocused eyes.
“You will end up like Buzanyang.”
thud.
Leaving those words behind, the old man eventually died.
Urrrrrr.
When the old man died, the family members of Hwaunsangbang, who had become his half-brothers, also fell down in despair.
Saaaaak.
Their dead forms had changed into twisted branches.
Long ago, I became an old man and my body stopped moving.
Under the power of the old man's body, the soul was unable to leave the ghost gate.
“Heo Ju-doin!”
Bu Eun-seol spoke urgently to Heo Ju-do-in.
“Please read his mind.”
The swelling was deliberately removed before he died.
As a final question, he asked who killed his grandfather.
What if that old man knew the answer? What if he was thinking it over in his head?
With the power of Heo Ju-doin, you can get an immediate answer.
"all right."
Jiying.
Heo Ju-do-in glared at the old man's body.
But I couldn't open my mouth easily, and large beads of sweat began to form on my forehead.
"This old man's spirit is truly remarkable. He can build such a barrier even before he dies."
“Please.”
Bu Eun-seol had an extremely earnest expression on her face.
I got a clue about the eighteen souls of Gwangmyeong, which had been a mystery for a long time.
But it didn't matter.
Who gave birth to the Eighteen Souls of Gwangmyeong?
What kind of forces and people are entrenched within the Murim Alliance to have nurtured such people?
It didn't matter who they were.
There is only one thing that matters.
The question was who killed my grandfather.
“Let’s give it a try.”
Heo Ju-do-in concluded the contract while taking the Maboja posture.
And he was constantly reciting low mantras.
Gulp.
Then the beads of sweat on her forehead began to pour down like rain.
“Among the eighteen souls of light.”
Finally, her mouth began to open.
“The guy who cut off all the spiritual veins in the Central Plains.”
Line by line.
The amount of blood flowing from her mouth increased.
“He became a member of the Eighteen Spirits of Light late in life, but he was born with the body of a living being and is the strongest among the Eighteen Spirits…….”
dump.
Heo Ju-do-in collapsed while still holding the oath.
I pushed myself to my limit and ended up fainting.
“Cartoon saint.”
Suffering great shock, Bu-eun-seol stood there frozen like a stone statue.
Then, in the end, it is in the memories of the masked monster who was once a member of the Eighteen Souls of Gwangmyeong.
The boy who was mistaken for his grandfather's son was actually a villain.
“Something is wrong.”
As the adult grows older, their intelligence and insight develop greatly.
There is no way that a person like that would not be able to distinguish between his real father and his fake father.
“So, are you saying that the reason the fake Chiljima Island appeared was because of my grandfather?”
The beggar even blamed his grandfather for the appearance of the fake Chiljima sword.
Unable to contain his anger, he blinded his grandfather and cut off both his arms, just as his mother had died…
For now, this is the best reasoning I can come up with.
“Hmm.”
At that moment, Heo Ju-do-in, who had been lying down, groaned and came to his senses.
However, it wasn't too much of a stretch, his complexion wasn't bad and his eyes were normal.
“Are you okay?”
As Bu Eun-seol approached with an apologetic expression, Heo Ju-do nodded.
“Yes. It was just a little too much.”
She looked at the swollen eye and sighed.
"That old man's psychic barrier was so strong that I couldn't hear anything else. I'm sorry."
“You are most welcome.”
Bu Eun-seol waved her hand.
“Since I came to the world of martial arts, you have been the greatest help.”
Thanks to Heo Ju-do.
We learn that the boy who lost his mother to the fake Chiljima Island became the Gwangmyeong Eighteenth Soul and used the power he gained there to kill his grandfather.
This is what it's like since it came out in the martial arts world.
For the first time, I got direct information about my grandfather's monster.
'There must be a story I don't know about.'
It was hard to believe that someone with such a narrow mind could have such a cartoonish personality.
It was also difficult to accept that he had brutally murdered his grandfather because of his resentment towards the fake.
What if he is so twisted and full of murder?
It must have been a long time ago that he caused a major incident that shook the martial arts world or his name would have become widely known for his great slaughter.
It is impossible to live quietly like this.
'Ultimately, we must understand the true nature of the Murim Alliance.'
What if the Murim Alliance was an organization that could train such masters?
Those who reside in that abyss are powerful forces or figures who can threaten even the strongholds of Baekri and Jinma Palace beyond the Three Realms.
It is absolutely necessary to dig into the inside of the Murim Alliance.
"are you okay?"
Bu Eun-seol, who had come to his senses at Heo Ju-doin's words, bowed and paid his respects respectfully.
“I was just thinking about it for a moment. Thank you for your help.”
“There’s no need to be so formal in your greeting.”
She smiled awkwardly.
“Actually, I came to you because I also had a favor to ask.”
“Just give me your orders.”
It was not an empty boast.
If it weren't for Heo Ju-do-in this time.
It would have taken several years to find the Hwaunsangbang from the clues in the dumpling shop.
I would not have been able to hear the story of the man with the comical body from the mouth of the old man who used the Jinma's fluid.
“It would be difficult for you to grant the request I want.”
Bu Eun-seol nodded as if she had expected such words.
“Of course.”
And he gave a dry smile.
“Seonja.”
"yes?"
“Isn’t this the heart of the mind?”
Bu Eun-seol already knew.
That she was not a Taoist who had mastered great Taoism, but one of the Ten Immortals.
“How did you know?”
When she asked in surprise, Bu-eun-seol smiled faintly.
“Being able to read only memories from immediately after someone’s death… doesn’t that mean you’re using the power of Tongsim (a common sense)?”
The more powerful a martial artist is, the stronger their psychic barrier is.
It never collapses, not only while you are alive, but even at the moment of death.
However, it was said that Heo Ju-do-in could read the memories of his opponent by penetrating their mind at the moment of death when their breath was cut off.
Above all, it is said that one can see evil.
There is no one in the martial arts world with this kind of power.
There is no one other than Simgyeongyoseon, one of the ten great sages who was born with the innate power of mind-compassion.
