The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 270

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Chapter 24

I staked my life on it.

No matter how important a title might be, could it be more important than one’s actual life?

Sanseosam-ung had no more justification to avoid this.

Regardless of the truth, if we accepted the results, I would be the one suffering greater damage.

“…A-alright!”

“Big brother!”

Cheol Jang-woong’s younger brothers were horrified by his decision, but the match had already begun.

“Then let’s go to Shaolin Temple right now!”

You’re all being too insistent that it’s not your title.

Unlike the hesitating Sanseosam-ung, the martial artists surrounded us once again.

Their pathetic belief that I would still try to run away was now almost laughable.

“Wait a moment.”

I had something to resolve before departing.

“Who is the innkeeper here?”

When I raised my head and shouted the question, a middle-aged man walked out from the kitchen.

Perhaps due to the inn’s devastating condition, his face was deathly pale.

“I’m sorry about this. It wasn’t intentional, but I apologize nonetheless.”

“…”

Even with my apology, the innkeeper said nothing. It seemed he was barely suppressing his rising anger.

“Please take this.”

I handed him my entire money pouch.

“This should roughly cover replacing the broken furniture and repairs, as well as lost revenue while you’re closed. If it’s not enough, please contact the Dang Family in Sichuan. Am-jon Grandfather will take care of it.”

“D-did you just say Am-jon?”

Mentioning one of the Ten Martial Supremes certainly opened his mouth.

The grandfather card was definitely useful in many situations.

“My sect, Cheon-sin Gate, is very far away. When we have business in Jungwon, we mainly stay in Sichuan where my great-grandfather resides.”

Everyone’s listening carefully with perked ears, right?

Why else would I bother telling the innkeeper all this?

I was simply informing people of a few things they seemed to have forgotten about Cheon-sin Geom-hwa.

That I am the granddaughter of Cheon Su-dok-hwa Dang Yeong-ryeong and the great-granddaughter of Am-jon Dang Cheol-woo.

The mysterious sect Cheon-sin Gate, where Grandmother had taken refuge after being falsely accused and branded as a public enemy of the martial world while serving as leader of the Martial Arts Alliance’s Am Sa-dae.

I was Tak Seolha of that very Cheon-sin Gate.

They needed to understand that touching me was tantamount to touching Sacheon-dangmun.

‘Are you finally starting to get scared?’

The reaction was immediate.

Those who had been shouting to hurry up were all quiet as if their souls had left them.

Sanseosam-ung’s eyes were shaking violently as if they’d seen ghosts.

It showed what the Ten Martial Supremes meant to people of Gangho.

It was frustrating that I couldn’t mention Grandpa Tak and Hojeon Grandfather.

“Shall we go then?”

At times like this, acting nonchalant makes you look more impressive.

“Let’s go.”

I commanded the Bongwang-dae members who were standing there dumbfounded and headed toward Mount Song where the thousand-year-old Shaolin breathed.

The journey to Shaolin Temple was quite chaotic.

First of all, there were too many people.

Bongwang-dae and Beopwha-mun disciples, Sanseosam-don— no, they’re still Sanseosam-ung for now.

What should I do?

Sanseosam-don already rolls off the tongue so naturally.

Anyway, with the inn patrons following along in a long line, we had a massive procession of over fifty people.

It couldn’t help but be a strange combination.

Even while running with lightness techniques, I occasionally had moments of clarity wondering why I was traveling with these people.

I’d come out for a secret branch inspection and now suddenly I’m going to Shaolin Temple.

‘I wonder if Bangzang Sunim and Gong Hye Sunim will be happy to see me?’

I was confident that Master Gong Hye, the head of the Scripture Pavilion, would come running out barefoot.

After all, he was the one who said he could die without regrets after seeing the original Lankavatara Sutra.

On the other hand, I wasn’t sure about Bangzang Sunim.

The image of him being petty about not wanting to give up the Dae Hwan Dan was vividly etched in my mind.

‘Still, I am Shaolin’s benefactor in name, so he wouldn’t treat me poorly.’

Let’s not be greedy for things like spirit pills this time.

Though I was still concerned about the Bongwang-dae members’ insufficient Buddhist cultivation, I truly intended to visit purely and simply.

Honestly, it’s not like I had another treasure comparable to the Lankavatara Sutra, so I couldn’t be greedy even if I wanted to.

“First Miss, this is Mount Song.”

It was Seo-ryeon’s voice transmission that woke me from my idle thoughts.

Is it finally time for the decisive battle?

“You’re not planning to run away, are you?”

I subtly warned them in case Sanseosam-ung might try to flee.

“T-that’s impossible! We are…!”

“Yes, yes, the heroes of Shanxi Province wouldn’t go back on their word.”

“…”

Even though I was openly mocking them, Sanseosam-ung all kept their mouths tightly shut.

Though anxious, they seemed to still have some lingering hope.

Well, they need at least that much to endure.

The martial artists who had agreed with their instigation stopped talking to us at some point.

If they had any sense, they would know.

I had mentioned Am-jon Grandfather at the inn and followed along here without complaint.

At this point, they couldn’t help but know I really was Cheon-sin Geom-hwa.

There were also several people asking the Beopwha-mun sect leader about the Demon-Subduing Technique.

“Oh my, come to think of it, I forgot today is my father’s death anniversary!”

“When was my in-law’s cousin’s wedding again…?”

As we entered Dengfeng County, deserters finally appeared.

Though their numbers weren’t that large, most were those who had been particularly vocal on Sanseosam-ung’s side.

The finale of this procession was undoubtedly the chanting of the Demon-Subduing Mantra.

Tok, tok, tok, tok—

“Ai vajra sam deung bang pyeon sin seung vajra ban wol pung ryun… Hum hari hanna banaya hum anaya hok baabam.”

“Ai vajra sam deung bang pyeon sin seung vajra ban wol pung ryun… Hum hari hanna banaya hum anaya hok baabam.”

The moment we climbed Mount Song, Eok Hwi-gyeom pulled out a wooden fish and began chanting Buddhist sutras with the Bongwang-dae members.

To Sanseosam-ung’s ears, that sound probably sounded like a funeral dirge.

“…Hum hari hanna banaya hum anaya hok baabam.”

The devout Buddhist disciples of Beopwha-mun actively joined Bongwang-dae’s chanting.

There were usually many pilgrims climbing to Shaolin Temple.

However, there would be none climbing while chanting the Demon-Subduing Mantra as a group.

‘Ahaha!’

This is your first time seeing such a scene, isn’t it?

When we arrived at the mountain gate, the gate-keeping monks greeted us with bewildered faces.

What is this?

What did we just witness?

Even without saying anything, that feeling was clearly conveyed.

“Oh? Uncle Sim!”

Just then, one of the gate guards spotted Sim Hong-gi and came running over cheerfully.

But wait?

That person is here?

Coincidentally, it was someone I knew as well.

It was Monk Mu-eun, with whom I had built a connection at the Martial Arts Alliance.

“But what brings Uncle Sim here?”

Monk Mu-eun asked with a puzzled expression as he observed the Beophwa Gate disciples and Bongwang-dae members finishing their sutra recitation.

“Ah?”

Then his eyes met mine as I stood beside the Phoenix Corps.

As expected, his face clearly showed delight.

Since I felt the same way, I smiled brightly and greeted him.

“Guanyin Bodhisattva.”

“Benefactor Tak! How long has it been?”

“It’s been over two years since we met at the Martial Arts Alliance. Have you been well?”

“Amitabha.”

At my question, Monk Mu-eun chanted the Buddha’s name and smiled warmly.

“I thought you’d continue staying at the Alliance. When did you return?”

“Not too long ago. I often thought of Benefactor Tak, so I’m very happy to meet you again like this.”

“Me too! I’m so glad to see you!”

“Il-won.”

Suddenly, Monk Mu-eun called to one of the gate guards.

“Yes, Uncle.”

“Quickly go inside and send word. Tell them an honored guest has arrived at our temple.”

“Yes!”

Monk Il-won bowed to me and hurried into the temple grounds.

Well, that should verify my identity, right?

I turned to look at the Sanseosam-ung—no, Sanseosam-don—with the corners of my mouth raised as high as possible.

As expected, they couldn’t dare meet my gaze.

It was understandable since the monks had recognized me immediately from the mountain gate.

“Benefactor Tak! Benefactor Tak!”

Just then, someone called my name while running quickly from the temple grounds.

“Master of Janggyeonggak!”

I recognized Gong Hye Dasa at a glance.

“Guanyin Bodhisattva.”

“Yes, indeed. Hehe. Amitabha.”

When I greeted him first with joined palms, Gong Hye Dasa laughed heartily and returned the bow.

“You’ve been well, haven’t you?”

“This humble monk has naturally been well. Thanks to someone, that is.”

The look in his eyes as he gazed at me was warm.

Of course, I had fulfilled Gong Hye Dasa’s great wish.

His skin had a lustrous glow, as if he had become younger since I last saw him.

“I happened to be passing through the area when I heard Benefactor Tak had come! This humble monk couldn’t believe it, so I came running! What brings you to our temple?”

“Ah, well, you see. What happened was…”

Just as I was about to start explaining.

Suddenly, the Sanseosam-don leaped up in three different directions.

Oh my. After all that deliberation, they chose to run away in the end—how pathetic.

Why are my predictions never wrong?

“Those pig bastards must have a death wish!”

“Hey, catch them!”

“The head is mine.”

They were truly befitting of the three witches.

Even though neither I, nor Seo-ryeon, nor Deputy Leader Yu-un had given any orders, they each amicably went and caught the Sanseosam-don.

The sight of them wriggling while being held by the scruff of their necks, despite their large builds, looked almost pitiful.

Deciding to leave their punishment to the witches for the time being, I confessed the circumstances to Gong Hye Dasa.

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