The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 312

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Chapter 66

Today, as always, Abbot Gong-heo Daesa of Shaolin Monastery came to visit the Musim Hermitage where Venerable Gak-yeon of Bul-jon resided.

“Sa-baek.”

“What.”

At Gong-heo’s call, Gak-yeon responded indifferently while rolling his prayer beads.

“….”

However, no answer came back.

“Did you smear honey here or something? How do you always come up here and call this old man? And then why don’t you answer?”

Gak-yeon snapped irritably, but Gong-heo Daesa remained quiet.

“If you have nothing to say, then leave.”

Gak-yeon closed his eyes completely and rolled his prayer beads again, as if he wouldn’t pay any more attention.

But before long, he opened his eyes wide.

“Has this guy lost his mind?”

Despite Gak-yeon’s harsh words, Gong-heo Daesa just smiled broadly.

“Sa-baek.”

“Did you receive news of your death day or something? Why are you doing things you’ve never done before? Is Buddha calling you from that sky?”

“Was this it?”

Instead of answering, Gong-heo Daesa took out a letter from his bosom. It was a message from the Seonbul Pavilion of the Martial Arts Alliance.

“Abbot, speak up, speak. This Sa-baek hasn’t yet mastered mind-reading techniques.”

“Cheonsin Bosal.”

“Cheonsin Bosal?”

Though he heard it for the first time, he had a clear feeling it must be connected to Seolha.

“Benefactor Tak revealed Buddhist teachings in Wuhan, before many people.”

As expected.

“The energy was so tremendous that even Brother Gong Myeong’s heart was moved.”

“Don’t just talk, let me see that.”

When Gak-yeon waved his hand, Gong-heo handed over the letter.

“Namu Amitabha Gwanseeum Bosal.”

Gak-yeon slowly read the contents written in the letter while chanting the Buddhist invocation at length.

A faint smile spread across his lips.

Gong-heo didn’t miss that smile.

“Sa-baek.”

“What?”

Gak-yeon replied curtly while keeping his gaze fixed on the message.

“It’s correct, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“The precious thing you mentioned to this disciple before. That’s Benefactor Tak, isn’t it?”

Gong-heo Daesa’s voice was filled with certainty and expectation.

“But why do you say she fell into the hands of wicked ones? Though Cheon-sin-mun may be an outer sect, isn’t it still a Buddhist sect? You call those who follow Buddhist law wicked ones, so this disciple cannot fathom your meaning. Is it perhaps because they’re esoteric Buddhism? Or because they’re a secular sect?”

Gong-heo tilted his head as if truly curious.

“When the time comes, you’ll gradually understand. Right now, there’s nothing good about knowing.”

Gong-heo Daesa didn’t ask any further.

When had his Sa-baek ever been someone who answered questions as asked?

Gong-heo also knew that as Sa-baek said, he would naturally come to understand as time passed.

“Anyway, the precious one you mentioned is indeed Benefactor Tak, correct?”

“Hmm, she awakened earlier than expected.”

Gak-yeon finally acknowledged it.

“But how was her enlightenment so quick? Emptying oneself wouldn’t have been easy.”

He had secretly planted Buddha’s teaching that one must empty to fill with something new into Seolha’s body.

It was an arrangement for contingencies.

Seolha’s face singing the Four Seasons song suddenly flashed through his mind.

“How did she manage to empty all that? Admirable, truly admirable. She’s indeed this old man’s granddaughter. Heh heh heh!”

It was an accidental result brought about by the demonic energy hardened by Hyeolgosan, but Gak-yeon couldn’t guess that far.

“Thanks to that, Brother Gong Myeong’s shoulders have risen to the sky.”

“Tsk tsk, why would a monk who should be cultivating Buddhist law seek power in the secular world? It’s all pointless.”

Gak-yeon clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Since the main temple belongs to the secular sect, isn’t it unavoidable?”

“Namu Amitabha Gwanseeum Bosal.”

“Somehow your Buddhist invocations are getting longer.”

“Since my granddaughter seeks Gwanseeum Bosal, this grandfather should at least do this much.”

Gak-yeon spoke as if indifferent, yet not quite indifferent.

“By the way, Gong-heo.”

“Yes, Sa-baek.”

“There are those called Bloodsky Sect or something, aren’t there?”

“Everyone was indeed startled and has begun discussing countermeasures.”

“Since Seolha stirred up a hornet’s nest, danger will follow. Have Shaolin provide assistance.”

“Of course. Even if not for that, we owe a great debt to Benefactor Tak. We should naturally help.”

“That resolve must not change. Can you promise?”

“Yes.”

“Even before Buddha?”

“You speak of obvious things. But why do you keep asking for promises? Do you find this disciple so untrustworthy, Sa-baek?”

“Just confirmation.”

Gak-yeon closed his eyes and gestured for him to withdraw.

Though Gong-heo Daesa had more questions, he realized he had already reached today’s limit.

After leaving the small room, he gave a few instructions to his attendant monk and quietly descended from the hermitage.

In the room that had become quiet again, Gak-yeon suddenly opened his eyes and muttered.

“That red-haired fellow wouldn’t come charging in saying someone touched his disciple, would he?”

Imagining it made a mischievous laugh burst out naturally.

But that laugh soon changed to competitive spirit.

‘Let him try to attack. Ahem.’

“Namu Amitabha Gwanseeum Bosal.”

Though his death day was approaching, controlling the worldly desires in his heart remained difficult and arduous.

At my command, Bongwang Fortress assembled in the inn’s backyard.

Having committed sins, they all stood with their hands behind their backs and heads deeply bowed.

“What? Come here, come here?”

I doubted my ears. I never dreamed I’d hear movie dialogue again in this world through the mouth of Gwang-nyeo Ma A-jin after crossing over.

“Should I give you a blue stab or a red stab there?”

Furthermore, Gwi-nyeo Im Cheong reminded me of the folk tales I used to listen to as a little child, scared under the covers.

“Is this blood mine or yours?”

Hyeol-nyeo Jeon Hye-yun was doing the strange act of searching for the owner of blood in the midst of it all.

“Pfft!”

“Keke!”

Perhaps finding me funny as I imitated the three witches’ words, laughter burst out.

“Laughing? Don’t you understand your current situation?”

No matter how good-natured I was as First Miss, I couldn’t tolerate this.

“Who is it? Whoever laughed, come out right now!”

As my tone became harsh, the disciples’ postures tensed up.

“I’ve been too good to you all this time. Right?”

This was the price for letting things slide because “what’s good is good.”

Honestly, even thinking about it again is absurd.

“I warned you countless times. Don’t cause trouble. With all of Gangho’s attention focused on Wuhan because of the Hyeolcheon-hoe, you dare start a brawl?”

Just thinking about how this news would spread like wildfire made my head throb.

“Seo-ryeon.”

“Yes, Miss!”

At my call, Phoenix Corps Leader Seo-ryeon stepped forward.

“I’m disappointed.”

“I will correct this.”

“Correct?”

“I will educate them!”

Seo-ryeon replied in a crisp voice and turned her head to glare at the three witches.

Under her piercing gaze, not only the three witches but the other disciples also held their breath.

The three great witches feared nothing in this world, but before Seo-ryeon, they were merely mice before a cat.

“Miss, but I have a question!”

Then Baek Jin-seo, who was innocent to put it nicely or a bit slow to put it badly, cautiously raised his hand and looked at me.

“What is it?”

“I heard that Hwi-gyeom Priest and Harin also fought, so why aren’t you saying anything to them?”

You’re curious about that even in this situation where you’re getting scolded?

I was genuinely dumbfounded, but I decided to answer the question.

Everyone was trying not to show it, but curiosity was written all over their faces.

“You probably know roughly about Ha-rini’s background.”

Yang Ha-rin was the renowned daughter of the Shinchang Yang Clan, well-known even in the Jeongpa.

Even if they didn’t know the detailed circumstances, everyone already knew roughly how she came to devote herself to the Maegyo.

“There’s a family called the Baek Ri Clan that recently became one of the Five Great Families. Their young clan leader had a rather poor relationship with Ha-rini from before, and when they happened to meet at a restaurant… that bastard looked down on Ha-rini… so Gyeom tried to protect Ha-rini and fought with a Baek Ri Clan elder… then even the Hyeonmu Squad leader appeared…”

What’s with this atmosphere?

As my explanation grew longer, the three witches began snorting heavily.

“What kind of bastard son of a bitch is this! How dare he run his mouth so carelessly?”

“Should I visit his bedroom in the middle of the night and threaten him to hand over his liver! Ehehe!”

“There’s one more person in this world who’s going to see blood. Euhehe!”

Gwang-nyeo, Gwi-nyeo, and Hyeol-nyeo spewed curses as if it were their own business.

Their eyes had long since rolled back and their lips were twitching – they all had expressions of plotting sinister plans.

They had clearly forgotten that they were the ones being scolded by me.

“That bastard! Well done!”

After finishing her string of curses, Jeon Hye-yun suddenly patted Eok Hwi-gyeom’s shoulder in praise.

“Our maknae has grown up, all grown up! He even knows how to fight for his sister!”

“That’s right. It feels like yesterday when he was captured by mountain bandits and looked like a beggar. Hihi!”

“I see our Gyeom in a new light!”

Im Cheong and Ma A-jin also showered Eok Hwi-gyeom with praise one after another.

Perhaps feeling awkward from the sudden praise, Eok Hwi-gyeom scratched the back of his head.

“Don’t be embarrassed!”

“Yang Ha-rin, you come here too!”

“You didn’t suffer too much emotionally, did you?”

They even pulled in Yang Ha-rin, who had been standing there blankly, embracing and patting her as if they were real older sisters.

“You really did well.”

“That’s what a man should do in such situations!”

“Absolutely.”

When the male disciples also joined the praise chorus, it felt like things were becoming even more close-knit.

Looking to the side, I saw that Seo-ryeon and Yu-un were also smiling.

I had definitely been on the verge of exploding just moments ago, but somehow my mood had become soft and warm.

Is this really going to end so warmly?

Is that okay?

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