The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 52

Episode 52. Liberated woman, resurrected man

The footsteps of the busy medical women gradually became quieter, and the sound of Mo Yongbaek grinding herbal medicine could be heard consistently.

I sat cross-legged in bed.

I could also hear Hongshin’s snoring and Geumhae sometimes exhaling for a long time.

Although there were a few noises, the feeling I felt at Moyonguiga was one of silence.

‘good night.’

It was only after returning that I learned that Mo Yongbaek, the poisonous horse, sometimes laughed like that when he was young.

Like me, there are people who smile even when they are crazy.

Some people don’t smile at all while going crazy.

The emotion of laughter itself has been cut out of one’s heart.

Because of that, in my eyes, the young lawmaker Mo Yong-baek looked much happier than when he was the poison horse Mo Yong-baek.

I also started my fortune-telling breakfast with a faint smile. The energy of the seven roots of White Flame Herb has already been absorbed into Heavenly Jade.

As usual, I converted the energy of Heavenly Jade into internal energy.

There was no need to rush.

I know my body because I have experienced it many times.

There were cases of people falling into martial arts due to nervousness and impatience, so I approached martial arts thoroughly and slowly, like a turtle that takes the world by storm.

That’s why I didn’t eat breakfast all night.

After concentrating on just one test, I lay down on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

Even though I was lying down, I fell into a state of singing for a moment, paying attention to the sounds around me, like someone guarding the Moyong family.

In the blurry boundary between memory and dream, I was looking at the stairs.

* * *

A thin man wearing a yellow robe slowly climbed the stairs, holding a corpse in both hands.

At the top of the stairs, a man with a large prayer beads around his neck was looking down with a dull expression along with other monks.

The faces of the people on the stairs were full of sadness, but no emotion could be seen on the face of the tall man.

After checking the condition of the body, the man said a brief farewell to the other monks and then slowly walked down the stairs alone.

While this man was coming down the stairs, his expression changed every moment.

His calm expression first disappeared, he threw away all pretense and pretense, declared his own renunciation, and his expression changed like that of the Buddha statue of Immovable King.

The monks on the stairs shouted for him to come back.

The man who had declared his own resignation got off the last step with an unmoving expression.

A dream is not a story that originally fits the ghost.

The long-boned man came down the stairs and walked in the darkness. Even in my dreams, I sighed as soon as I saw the man’s unusual clothes.

‘Why are you looking at me again?’

The strong-boned man wearing thick prayer beads around his neck is a monk of Japbu Esoteric Buddhism, a branch of Seojang Esoteric Buddhism.

Common name: Daejongsa of Japmil (雜密).

The man waved his hand and cleared away the darkness, looked at me, and smiled with a bizarre expression.

“Disciple, it’s been a while.”

I suddenly opened my eyes and lost sleep.

‘Oh, damn it… … .’

So, in summary, this is a nightmare.

It appears that it appeared in the dream due to the association effect of taking white salt herb.

While being dragged around by this crazy apostate monk, I ate white salt vinegar. There is no way to express the hardships of that time in words.

In terms of his past life, he is a man who became the Gwangma of Sentai.

The Great Master of Japmil is my master.

However, because of his origin, attire, and behavior, he was called a mad monk by his enemies.

There are a few men who are like natural disasters that powerhouses should avoid colliding with, and Gwangseung is one of them.

I got sick of it every time I thought about the teacher I had a short relationship with.

I was taken from Jungwon to Seojang to taste the Baekyeomcho. I was curious about what kind of fish live in the waters off Zhejiang, so I went from Xijiang to Zhejiang via Sichuan, Chongqing, Hubei, and Anhui. All of the Black Dao and Sima Yao Dao that he encountered on that journey were killed by Gwangseung.

I never called him master while I was being dragged around.

He called me his disciple the whole time.

Later, after becoming Gwangma, I looked back and realized that he was my master anyway.

I cautiously made a promise to myself.

He said he would never become a disciple this time.

There have been more than one time that I almost lost my job while being dragged around.

Since he was a former Gwangma, of course he was a crazy person.

One day, if I had not returned to Seojang with enlightenment, half of the masters in the central plains would have been killed by this man.

* * *

Mo Yongbaek, who was walking around early in the morning without making a sound, discovered that I was already awake.

“Lord Moon, are you awake already?”

When I nodded, Mo Yongbaek said.

“I will bring the soup soon.”

As soon as I saw Mo Yongbaek’s face, I realized that he had spent the night poorly. Mo Yongbaek quickly brought a bowl of stew.

The black medicine given by the poisonous horse… … .

My stomach tingled slightly as I thought that this guy was not yet a poisonous horse.

With innocent eyes, Mo Yong-baek handed me a tasteless medicine that looked like poison.

“Lord Moon, please eat.”

Doctor, what is this made of?

I suppressed the urge to ask and drank from the bowl. Judging by the way it goes down the esophagus smoothly, it doesn’t seem to be poison.

“How are you feeling?”

“I just feel like my heart feels a little refreshed.”

“I feel empty… … You mean it feels like it’s been pierced? “Can I take your pulse?”

When I held out my wrist, Mo Yongbaek took the pulse and tilted his head slightly.

“Have you had any difficulties building your skills so far?”

“There wasn’t anything in particular.”

At that moment, Mo Yongbaek quickly withdrew his hand with a surprised expression.

“Something pulling force… … .”

“What is your skill?”

“yes.”

Mo Yong-baek touched the finger that had felt the pulse and expressed his feelings.

“It feels like I’m burning it and absorbing it.”

“Probably so.”

“It looks like Jinhai Xinjiang has also been affected by this, right?”

I smiled and looked at Mo Yongbaek. The man in front of her was fully aware of her situation.

“So what you meant by losing your inner energy was that the inner energy of Geumhae Kidney went into Master Mun’s Danjeon?”

“That’s right.”

“By any chance, did you acquire the traditional method, that is, the old martial arts? Or is it a phenomenon that was acquired through chance?”

“I guess I’d say it’s luck.”

“In that case, it would be best to refrain from absorbing other people’s inner energy as much as possible until you fully experience this phenomenon as Master Moon’s.”

“I was already planning on restraining myself.”

“Where does Lord Moon usually reside?”

“The Black Cat Room or somewhere in Ilyang County… … .”

“Even if you are busy, I hope you come often.”

I openly revealed my actions.

“Once I deal with Daenakchal, I will come back with a lighter heart.”

Dealing with Daenachal means taking control of most of the black islands in the Namhwa area, including Ilyang County. If only this were accomplished, Mo Yong-baek would not be suddenly exposed to misfortune in the future.

After treating Hongshin and Geumhae until the morning and saying goodbye, I got on the carriage and looked at Mo Yongbaek once again.

“Teacher Mo Yong, sleep well. “Thank you for yesterday and today.”

Mo Yongbaek smiled and responded.

“Lord Moon, I wish you good luck. “If you feel unwell, please come visit us at any time.”

I also left a note of encouragement.

“Sir, be careful of the powerful people. “If anything happens, I will come myself.”

“Is there anything wrong with the congressman? “Thank you for your words.”

As soon as the carriage started, I let out a little sigh.

‘I’m going to war right now to prevent something like that from happening. Hey… … .’

* * *

Geumhae’s complexion is better than yesterday.

But next to me was Hongshin, who had overcome diarrhea, and in front was me.

Geumhae, who was extremely wary of being slapped, spoke to me in a cautious tone.

“Sister Nok, can I go back home?”

I nodded.

“I like home.”

“thank you.”

“no.”

“… … .”

This time, Hongshin put his hands together and made a kind expression.

“Sahyeong, will you give me the antidote?”

“I gave it to you.”

“when?”

“Jahagodok is a laxative. “Mr. Moyong would have treated the diarrhea.”

I said while looking at Hongshin’s mesmerized expression.

“Samae, you need to take care of your facial expressions, right?”

Hongshin smiled brightly. But to me, even though he was smiling widely, it seemed like there was a fire burning in his eyes.

“Sama Hong, Priest Geum.”

“yes.”

“Is it funny that I, who I have never met in person, suddenly calls me a samae and a priest?”

“no.”

“It’s not funny.”

“What about your real master? There is nothing more precious than relationships in people’s lives. If you two stand on the side of Daenaksha and fight against me, I will stop the carriage right away. “I have resolved my loneliness and have healed some of my internal injuries, so there won’t be any major problems, so let’s get off and go our separate ways.”

“hmm.”

“I’m not getting off?”

“I still don’t have much affection for the Samae and the priest, so if I were to stand next to the Daenaksa Temple, I think I could beat them to death as if I were seeing them for the first time. You two can live as you please. like me.”

Hongshin and Geumhae looked at me blankly.

I added one more word.

“You two are not my slaves. “That’s okay because I’m not a slave to Daenakchal.”

Geumhae opened his mouth.

“Sahyeong, if I betray Daenachal, my family may be exterminated. Could you tell us how much skill the executioner has and how much influence he has? “It’s because it’s not just my life that depends on it.”

I suddenly remembered Mo Yongbaek’s words.

After Daenachal died, I thought that the disciple who gave up his identity as the Twelve Gods and lived an ordinary life might be Geumhae.

Originally, this guy was from a rich family, so it was entirely possible.

In that case, this guy received treatment from the person who killed him in his past life.

The corners of my mouth turned up.

‘Life is so… … .’

“Maybe it’s because he’s a merchant. “You mean you’re going to compare power and calculate it carefully?”

Geumhae bowed his head slightly.

“sorry. Because it’s not just my life that depends on it… … .”

In powerhouses, there is no vain calculation method like power comparison. This is because fights do not produce results based on such calculations.

I explained it my way.

“Let’s think of it this way. By me losing. Because Daenachal still has many of his disciples. It would be natural for me to be out of power. But let’s assume that the lack is because you two, Hong-shin and Geum-hae, are missing. Because you two joined Daenachal again, I was defeated. “Do you think your life will be satisfactory if that happens?”

The two didn’t respond for a moment.

“Still stealing something. Bring money. I saw earlier that Mo Yong-ui’s medical women were very beautiful. If the Great Rakshasa catches the eye, Moyong Baek may also have to offer her medical maiden to the Great Rakshasa. It’s because he’s that kind of guy. “You have no choice but to live as slaves until Daenachal dies.”

I shook my head.

“Comparison of power is not important. Even if I am weak, will I continue to live as a slave from now on? Are you not going to live as a slave? “That’s important.”

After a while, the carriage stopped and the driver spoke.

“We have arrived at the Black Cat Room.”

I said this to Geumhae, who followed me here.

“Forbidden, you were born into a rich family and grew up lacking nothing. There may be pride in one’s family, but look at the current situation. How can that money be yours? Your entire family is Daenachal’s treasury of funds. “If you’re really rich, I think how you spend your money is more important than how you collect it.”

Geumhae, who avoided giving a direct answer, answered.

“Excuse me, Sahyeong, but can you give me one more meal?”

I asked Hongshin.

“What about Samae?”

Hongshin asked back with a puzzled expression.

“What am I? Rice? “I’m hungry too.”

Geumhae stabbed Hongshin in the side with his elbow.

“You are asking whether I will stand on the side of Daenakchal.”

Unlike Geumhae, Hongsin was simple and clear.

“I am definitely in favor of the death penalty.”

Geumhae asked a question instead of me.

“why?”

Hongshin answered.

“Take me to the bathroom and take me to the doctor. I also ate whole pork bones. It bothers me that they gave me poison, but it was a laxative. And maybe if Master Daenachal had given me poison, it would have been real poison and I would have died, right? You must have been tired of being in the grass without even taking him to the bathroom, right? “I’ll go with the death penalty because it’s terrible to even think about it.”

I once again captured a lady’s heart with a laxative.

“Let’s go get something to eat.”

I got off the carriage and went into the black cat room with the coachman. As I opened the front door wide and entered, I saw my subordinates in training.

When I appeared with my mask off, So Gunpyeong took the gun and said.

“See you, Lord.”

Next, the subordinates gave greetings while maintaining the painful training posture.

“See you, Lord!”

I nodded and broke through the inner circle, led by Hongshin on the left and Jinhae on the right.

Meanwhile, Geumhae looked around and stopped with an expression that did not understand that the subordinates of the Black Cat Room were calling it the Ark.

“Is the Nok death penalty the grave death penalty? Ha, the servant is a death sentence. Is it the death penalty? “Was Moonju a servant?”

I turned around and looked at Geumhae.

“Well, I… Look at me. That thing is coming again. “Sama Hong.”

“yes.”

Hong-shin, who pretended to understand when he pretended, slapped Geum-hae, who was full of doubt, on the cheek.

“Are you out of your mind?”

Geumhae returned from the entrance of hell holding his cheek. Yesterday and today, how many slaps did I get?

I clicked my tongue and said.

“Oh my, that rich boy, what are you writing about?”

I spoke to those who were freed from diarrhea and resurrected by being slapped on the cheek.

“Let’s eat something.”

Surviving in a powerhouse is not easy.

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