The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 87

Episode 87 Let’s say I lose.

At first, I thought Jwasa was going to use an ordinary method of fighting, but in a situation that surprised me, he added a cold ice ball.

I reacted calmly while looking at his expression.

Now that I think about it, I haven’t heard of anyone that Zuo Sa was defeated by. Instead of being defeated, they toyed with the warriors dispatched by the Murim Alliance, and the angry leader fell, leading to the destruction of Cheonnajim.

Once again, two men who escaped from the Murim Alliance’s paradise are competing for power.

Jwasa not only used Jangbeop, but also used various combinations of Jibeop, Tanjigong, Kwonbeop, and Geumnasu techniques to attack and defend like me. The attack and defense was so novel that I wondered if there was a martial art I didn’t know about, so I competed with the poop guy for 30 rounds without hesitation.

In the meantime, I continued to dig up left thread.

“For a poop, that’s pretty good.”

“Shut up.”

“Use Ice Ball.”

This guy was saving his ice balls as much as possible. It has to be that way. This is because although it is very effective, it is a martial arts attack that consumes a lot of internal energy. Moreover, since I was not being pushed back by Mr. Left at all, his worries were bound to deepen.

Clearly, in order for me to utilize the extreme yin energy equivalent to half of Heavenly Jade, I needed to completely steal Zuosha’s ice attack.

Even during the fight, I was curious about many things.

Why is this guy so strong at such a young age?

The Wind Cloud Dreamer is famous as a martial arts family that uses spears and swords, so why doesn’t this guy use weapons?

No matter how I looked at it, it didn’t seem like I learned martial arts such as Jangbeop, Jibeop, and Tanjigong from Wind Cloud Dreamer. I asked vaguely while exchanging tension.

“Who is the master?”

“Then who is your master?”

As soon as I suddenly smelled a strong smell, I was so startled that I immediately retreated.

I almost suffered a disaster due to a blatant attack to smear me with shit. Of course, I was even more horrified because I was wearing a white robe.

The situation is more frightening than a poisonous memorization.

When I stepped back in surprise, the master laughed meaningfully, as if he had caught my weakness.

“Are you afraid? “You must be afraid.”

“I didn’t avoid it because I was scared. I avoided it because it was dirty. A stupid bastard, a gisaeng-like bastard, a shit-sucking bastard.”

Zuosa looked down at his damp Jangsam and nodded.

“I can’t be the only one who suffers. Don’t run away. “It’s a busy area.”

I looked at the downtown area, crossed my arms, and spoke in a serious tone.

“Your skills are better than I expected. It’s been a while since I saw a man who fights so well. You’re not just a common poop. “I will give you the antidote.”

“It’s already packed, so there’s no need.”

“But after you wash yourself clean, challenge me again.”

The master of the throne responded with a cold expression.

“How can I eat what you give me?”

I plugged my nose with my finger for a moment and then spoke in a nasally voice.

“Don’t come. “I feel dizzy.”

The master ran at me again like a crazy person, so I quickly turned around and ran away into the downtown area.

When I ran away while giggling, the master cursed me in a polite tone. Perhaps because he was a prince from a general’s family, the rules of etiquette were ingrained in him.

‘But no matter how crazy you are, you won’t be able to enter the downtown area in that state.’

How dare you engage in a battle of wits with me?

There may be no hesitation in a fight between man and man, but Zuo Sa is crazy about women. It means that he is not a guy who can walk around Baek Eung-ji with shit on his face. If he can follow me this far, I must have got the wrong person.

When I arrived at a busy street with a lot of people walking around, the driver who was following me in a hurry stopped his guard, just as I expected.

“… … Hey, stop running away.”

I turned around with my back to the downtown area and waved my hand.

“come in.”

“You come.”

“You who shit, come here.”

“It can be done if the men compete against each other. Should I harm others?”

“There is a saying that a person who poops gets angry, and that is you. “If you tell me who the master is, I will go there.”

“Shut up.”

Suddenly, I had a strange thought because Master Zuo did not reveal his prayer twice.

‘You must have learned ice martial arts from your mother’s family, but does this mean there is another martial arts master?’

Jwasa has not yet been accused of martial arts. It was a time when he could not even commit perversions, so his fame and popularity would have been very important.

I shuffled through the crowd of people and glared at Mr. Left.

To be honest, when I fought earlier, I wasn’t able to show off my skills properly.

I never thought poop could be this scary.

During the battle, his lower body was literally invincible. In other words, it is no different from engaging in a battle of zero tension with an opponent who has half of his body invincible.

Of course, I have no choice but to be unable to demonstrate my proper skills.

What I realized after testing the tension was that his martial arts skills were already quite complete.

Actually, it’s not that strange. This is because there are very few masters who escaped from the Murim League’s Cheonnajimang.

As far as I know, me in my Gwangma days, the shit-sitter in my pervert days, and the members of Samjae managed to escape the Murim Alliance’s obsession with heaven. In other words, among the masters I met in person after returning, the man who was absolutely overwhelmingly stronger was that bastard. And that guy was trying hard to refrain from using ice balls unless it was really dangerous. He was a guy with a lot of restrictions in one way or another.

Zuosa tried to enter the downtown area several times, but then turned back again.

What does it mean that even such a vicious person can’t come into Baek-eung-ji with a poop in his pants?

This is the power of the white sword, the power of etiquette, and the desire for honor.

I crossed my arms and laughed at Mr. Left.

“Hehehe.”

At this time, a woman called out from the side of the tree.

“Brother Mong Lang? “What are you doing there?”

When I checked the woman’s appearance and looked back toward the place where Jwasa was, he had already disappeared.

I suddenly made eye contact with the woman who recognized Mr. Left, and then nodded.

“Confucius Meng Lang is correct.”

“Right? “Your face is pale.”

“Didn’t you see it?”

“What?”

I said with a calm expression.

“I pooped my pants. “I guess I drank too much.”

“Oh, no way.”

“Didn’t you see the damp white ginseng wrapped around my pants?”

A not-so-pretty woman suddenly lost her temper with me.

“That can’t be possible! “Why are you lying!”

“Why are you angry… … .”

Is this a woman who has a crush on Zuosa? This woman suddenly looked at me like I was some asshole and turned around.

My brother can’t poop, is this what you mean?

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

While I was clicking my tongue, I heard the master’s ventriloquism from somewhere.

“Come out when I have good words to say.”

“There’s one thing I’ve been afraid of all my life, and that’s a guy who fights with his shit on his face.”

“… … .”

I slowly moved forward and answered.

“You idiot, this is cause and effect. I’ll treat you like this for breaking my brother’s arm, so go home and change your pants. Confucius of the Pungwoon Dreamer’s Mong Lang, the Mong family’s poop swaddle, the Mong family’s poopy diaper, and the Confucius who can’t even cover up the Mong family’s poop and urine.”

“Shut up!”

I put my hands together as much as I could to make fun of him.

“You poor sentient being. “Namuami—Tanjigong!”

A crackling sound suddenly erupted in the darkness, so I reflexively snapped my fingers and fired a bullet.

Pop!

I screamed on purpose.

“Mong Lang! You wolf from the general family! “Change out your shitty pants and come and attack me again!”

A curse was heard, and the left monk opened his eyes and walked away.

I crossed my arms and watched the black figure moving away.

“Come back clean. Dirty bastard. People like you don’t deserve to be in Baekdo.”

There is no reason for me to chase after that guy. This is because Pungwoonmongga was near Baekeungji when we inquired. Only when the invincible zone created in the lower body is lifted can I practice my high school skills, so I walked around Baek Eung-ji’s downtown with a relaxed mind.

Clean streets, clean clothes, even skin color that is much whiter than elsewhere.

It seems that it is not white for nothing.

Since I retreated to Baek Eung-ji and he ran away, it is a draw for now.

Suddenly, there were a lot of people gathered in front of Baekhyangjuru, which I had visited earlier.

Everyone was talking about something at the entrance with displeased expressions on their faces, and as I passed by, I heard that pretty women had pooped inside the base.

Judging from the fact that Master Zuo had hastily and randomly taken blood samples from the abdomen, it seems that the anti-diarrheal medicine that Mo Yong-baek had made was truly terrible.

So the women must have been tired before they even reached the bathroom. Once again, I have a master of laxatives and poisons as my doctor. While looking around, I found a noodle restaurant that looked really delicious, so I sat outside and ordered.

While eating noodles, I watched young people passing by on the street.

Perhaps there are many women who dress beautifully like that and have pretty faces?

I also took Gongcheol’s advice and dressed up, but when I actually came and looked around with other people, I felt like I was definitely a country bumpkin compared to them.

Maybe it’s because it’s white territory, so there’s no one to argue.

It felt really strange to see people who had not learned martial arts walking around happily.

Anyway, when I competed with the poop, the taste of the noodles was not good at all.

“I lost my appetite.”

After paying the bills, I asked Jeomsoy if there was a stream nearby. Jeomsoi responded.

“If you go straight up there, you will find Yongrangcheon Stream.”

The place Jeomsoi pointed to was the north where Jwasa disappeared. It would be difficult for the bastard of the family to go home with his pants tired, and I thought he would have been carefully wandering around the stream and washing his pants by now.

This is my instinctive feeling.

Jeomsoi asked me.

“But why are you looking for a stream this late at night?”

I tapped Jeomsoy on the shoulder and then responded.

“It’s an act of guile. “I’m chasing the chest.”

Actually, I’m chasing a shitbag.

Jeomsoi’s expression became serious, as if he had always admired a thief, and he attacked me.

“Sohyeop, thank you for your hard work.”

Maybe it’s because it’s a Baekdo area, but Jeomsoydo is also polite here.

I nodded and headed toward the stream like a lone thief.

In fact, going back, all my actions are focused on the peace of Gangho, the happy lives of my wife and children, the protection of the human rights of working people, and the punishment of evildoers. Even if the world doesn’t know me, what I’m doing is actually no different from being a charlatan.

Or not.

* * *

I was traveling along Yongrangcheon Stream following the moonlight and stopped when I heard the sound of water splashing on an old bridge.

In the quiet Yongrangcheon, a monk was washing his body completely naked.

The man who turns a normal stream into shit is Gwangmyeongjwasa.

I thought I should go down right away and make Jwasa a eunuch, but I stopped for a moment. This is because even though Jwasa found me, he was calm and did not seem particularly surprised.

‘Is it a trap?’

Suddenly, the black clouds left somewhere and the moonlight appeared and illuminated the upper body of the left monk. There were many marks on his upper body, whether whip marks or knife marks, and between them were full of tattoos carved in ink.

I couldn’t tell right away whether he had been tortured or had learned magic.

I looked at the left person with my arms crossed.

“Wash thoroughly. “You bastard.”

The monk came out of the stream with a liberated expression on his face, shook off the moisture from his jacket, put it on his lower body, and looked up at me with his upper body naked.

“Come down. You bastard. “I washed everything.”

“after… … .”

I couldn’t help but sigh.

The moment that guy kicked excessively, I thought that the noodles I ate earlier would definitely flow back up.

‘I’m not an ordinary pervert.’

How can you properly cover your lower body with a top? That guy knew the psychology of women well, but he was also a master of psychological warfare who perfectly understood the psychology of men.

Even the neck of the top was near the crotch.

I scolded Master Zuo in a calm tone.

“Just go home. You bastard. Let’s meet again tomorrow. “Let’s say I lose today.”

Under the moonlight, the pervert smiled with a grim expression.

“Hehehe.”

Because I am an orphan, I do not know the mental world of a crooked bastard. Honestly, I’m not interested. However, since it was a man I knew from a previous life, I was curious about the marks on his upper body.

I asked without much expectation.

“What is that tattoo? “Are you martial arts?”

Jwasa replied.

“You’re curious about everything. Now I won’t forget your face. You can’t run away now. “Whether you run away to the Murim Alliance or to the Demon Cult, you will be caught by me.”

I mentioned the offensive and defensive battle we fought earlier.

“You know I didn’t fight properly because of your shit.”

The master pointed his finger at me and said something strange.

“I will especially ask Master to make you my priest. “You probably feel like it would be better to die.”

“So who is your master?”

Suddenly, I came to my senses.

‘uh?’

I know information about Gwangmyeongjwasa, I know about demonic religion, and I have also heard about martial arts related to tattoos. For a moment, I wondered if Zuo Sa’s surrender to the Demonic Cult in his past life had been a ruse.

This is because, I guess, the Master of the Left Temple was a man who turned the entire Demonic Cult into an enemy during a fight for the position of leader.

Zuosa said as he ascended to the top of Yonglangcheon.

“I’ll see you again soon.”

I was about to reveal the master of the left temple, but I kept my mouth shut.

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