The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 134

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Chapter 134

Hwangbo Un’s condition had gradually worsened during the journey to Wuhan.

His already weakened body was further burdened by mental shock and the long-distance travel.

Judging that he wasn’t in any condition to undergo interrogation immediately, we decided he should rest and recover for several days first.

Physicians came and went from Chim-neok Hall to treat Hwangbo Un, while his son Yu-un and Grandmother kept watch by his side.

There wasn’t much for me to do at the Martial Arts Alliance.

With unexpected free time on my hands, I set out to explore the city for Eok I-geon’s sake.

It was a promise I made to myself without his knowledge, but I really wanted to treat Eok I-geon to delicious food after he had carried me on his back all the way to Shaolin Temple.

“Young Master, is there anything you’d like to eat? Choose anything you want. I’ll buy it all for you.”

“Are you serious?”

…That look in his eyes is a bit dangerous, isn’t it?

But still, whatever.

“Of course.”

“Then noodles first.”

“…Noodles?”

“Why, don’t you like that?”

“No, noodles are great.”

Thanks to Grandmother who ran a noodle shop, I had never bought noodles to eat anywhere else.

I knew that Eok I-geon was particularly fond of noodles, but I didn’t expect him to be going on about noodles even after coming all this way.

Fine, food exploration is good.

I completely understand that desire to try various kinds of something you love.

But three rounds of just noodles? Isn’t that too much?

‘I urgently need digestive medicine.’

A fourth round was out of the question.

“Seo-ryeon, over there!”

I ran straight toward the most eye-catching sign.

Hoyeon Tea House.

It wasn’t a regular restaurant or inn, just a tea house.

My reason for choosing this place was simple.

There would be nothing to eat but tea.

If I couldn’t suppress this bloated stomach with bitter tea, there might be an unfortunate incident of everything coming back up.

That had to be prevented, didn’t it?

Where in the world is there a person who goes for three rounds of just noodles!

Cheon-gang and Seo-ryeon were struggling themselves but didn’t dare show it to Eok I-geon.

So what could we do.

I, as the First Miss, had no choice but to take charge.

“Let’s go in quickly.”

Eok I-geon and Cheon-gang were following behind us.

I made the first move before he could suggest going to another noodle shop.

‘Surely he won’t drag me out of here?’

The way Eok I-geon’s eyes lit up whenever he saw a noodle shop was like looking at a noodle fanatic.

Since I was the one who first fed him noodles, who else could I blame.

‘I shot myself in the foot.’

I hurriedly entered the tea house, looking only straight ahead.

“Welcome!”

Behind the cheerfully greeting waitress, customers were bustling about.

Were there no seats available?

My anxiety was relieved only after we went up to the upper floor.

The situation upstairs was similar, but luckily there was one seat left by the window.

‘The view is quite nice, isn’t it?’

For having rushed in, the outdoor scenery was quite beautiful.

At the next table sat two monks.

Perhaps due to Shaolin Temple’s influence, I felt an unconscious sense of familiarity whenever I saw monks.

If my personality had been just a little more outgoing, I might have approached them first to greet them.

“Seo-ryeon, what should we drink?”

Just as I was asking Seo-ryeon while about to sit down.

Bang!

Suddenly, the nun elder at the next table slammed the table and shouted.

“How dare you not pay respects when you see an elder of the Buddhist Order?”

…Huh?

Are you perhaps speaking to me right now?

In this sudden situation, I blinked and tried to understand.

I looked at Seo-ryeon as if she might know something, but she was just as bewildered.

“How impudent!”

The nun elder’s scolding continued.

“…Me, me?”

In the end, I pointed at myself with my finger and asked.

“Who else here besides you has learned Buddhist martial arts?”

‘Ah…’

Now that she mentions Buddhist martial arts, I think I’m starting to understand.

It’s probably because of the Daehwandan energy accumulated in my Gyeong-oe Gi-hyeol.

“Amitabha! How pitiful! From what I can see, you seem to be lay disciples, but how can your discipline be so lax? Where is your sect? I should inform your master to correct this…”

“Benefactor?”

Just then, the monk sitting across from the nun elder turned around, saw me, and was startled.

“Oh?”

He was someone I knew too.

None other than Monk Mu-eun, disciple of Elder Gong Myeong of the Martial Arts Alliance and one of the Eighteen Arhat Monks.

“Amitabha.”

“What a coincidence meeting you here.”

I greeted him with joined palms in response to his half-bow.

“Hae-jeong Satanim, these benefactors are not disciples of the Buddhist Order.”

Mu-eun began explaining to clear up the misunderstanding about me with the person called Hae-jeong Satanim.

“What’s going on?”

Just then, Eok I-geon and Cheon-gang arrived, sensing the strange atmosphere and intervening.

“There was a small misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding?”

Eok I-geon’s expression immediately darkened.

“Amitabha.”

Monk Mu-eun stopped mid-sentence and greeted the two familiar faces first.

Perhaps sensing even more Buddhist energy, Hae-jeong Satanim’s eyes gleamed strangely as she looked at us. She urged Monk Mu-eun for an explanation.

“What happened? And why can I sense Buddhist power even though they’re not from the Buddhist Order?”

“That’s what we were just discussing…”

“Oh! Then these people are…!”

Oh, so you were talking about us all this time?

Then it must have been about the original Lankavatara Sutra.

“This humble monk apologizes for my rudeness.”

Suddenly, Hae-jeong Satanim apologized to us.

“Your meritorious deeds have reached Heogang-gye, so this humble monk will also remember that grace deep in my heart. Amitabha!”

At Hae-jeong Satanim’s respectful joined palms, I also joined my palms and bowed.

But what is Heogang-gye?

“That it has been transmitted to Heogang-gye means that the good deeds you have performed are recorded in all things in the universe, so your merit is preserved forever without disappearing.”

“Ah, yes….”

It must have shown clearly on my face.

Monk Mu-eun provided an explanation on his own without me even asking.

“Rather than this, why don’t you join us at our table?”

Monk Mu-eun suddenly pulled out a chair and invited me to sit together.

“Yes… Thank you.”

It would be awkward to refuse immediately, so I had no choice but to sit down.

But weren’t Cheon-gang and Seo-ryeon going to sit at an empty table instead of joining us?

‘What, you’re betraying me like that?’

Eok I-geon was no different.

‘Wow, even you, Eok I-geon!’

I ate noodles with you up to 3 rounds!

“The tea here is good.”

Since I was the one who brought the original Lankavatara Sutra, Monk Mu-eun didn’t seem to mind much that the other companions didn’t join us.

“Yes, I don’t know much about tea. Please order whatever you think is good.”

Anything would serve as a digestive aid.

‘Oh my!’

As I casually looked up while making the request, I almost screamed.

The gaze of the nun elder who had been scolding me was so intense.

Her way of looking at me had completely changed.

“This elder is Hae-jeong Satanim, who holds the title of Mountain God Bodhisattva of Amipa.”

At Monk Mu-eun’s introduction, Hae-jeong Satanim smiled with her eyes and put her palms together.

“Hello. I’m Tak Seolha.”

Since an elder was greeting me, I couldn’t just stay still, so I also bowed my head and stated my name.

“Hm? Didn’t you say earlier that you were the daughter of the Sichuan Dang Family?”

Oh no, I should have just said Seolha.

“She is said to be the adopted granddaughter of Master Cheonsu Dokhwa Tang. I heard they formed a connection when Master Tang was being pursued due to false accusations.”

“I see. Amitabha.”

After Monk Mu-eun’s explanation, Hae-jeong Satanim, who had been chanting, showed curiosity toward me.

“May I ask which sect you have entrusted yourself to?”

“Se, sect?”

“Yes, which sect do you belong to?”

Hae-jeong Satanim smiled brightly and asked again.

“Even if I tell you, you probably won’t know it.”

In this vast Gangho, there must be hundreds or thousands of unknown sects.

I smiled following Hae-jeong Satanim’s example and subtly avoided answering.

But this nun is not to be underestimated.

“Aren’t you the precious person who obtained the original Lankavatara Sutra for us? I want to offer prayers for you and your sect, so I earnestly ask you to please tell me.”

“Ah, I see….”

You don’t need to pray for us.

There’s no way out.

Think of something, my brain!

I didn’t need a grand name. I just needed to get through this moment.

“Cheo, Cheon….”

Damn, why did ‘Cheon’ come out here!

Are you crazy, Tak Seolha?

“Cheon?”

It was too late to take it back.

Monk Mu-eun and Hae-jeong Satanim were staring intently at my mouth with wide eyes.

“Cheon….”

…ma.

“Sin….”

Not gyo.

“Cheon-sin…?”

“Mun?”

At Hae-jeong Satanim’s murmur, I slapped my knee.

“…Yes! Mun. Cheon-sin-mun!”

Now that I said it, it was like Cheonma Sect with just the ‘ma’ and ‘gyo’ removed.

It was quite shocking that my naming sense was this terrible.

But they wouldn’t notice, right?

Please don’t let them notice!

‘God, Buddha, Namu Amitabha Guanyin Bodhisattva!’

“Pfft!”

“Kheup!”

As I was nervously checking their reactions like a guilty thief, I saw Cheon-gang and Seo-ryeon at the next table spitting out their tea and trying to hold back laughter.

Traitors!

I’m breaking out in cold sweat, and you’re laughing?

Oh really?

Eok I-geon, I caught you too.

There was no sound, but his lips were definitely trembling.

Taking pleasure in others’ misfortune.

I’m going to get revenge!

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