novelraw Chapter 187 : Chapter 187
Chapter 187 : Chapter 187
Chapter 187. Wall (3)
An old man's shout completely unfitting for the fierce atmosphere.
Naturally, the Lama monks' gazes turned to that old man.
Thinking this was the moment, Baek Hyang shouted urgently.
"Elder! Did you perhaps see or hear anything?"
"I-I know nothing. P-please save me!"
The old man eventually bowed to the ground.
The Dalai Lama, who watched that appearance for a moment, sent a sound transmission to the Lama monks.
- Form an encirclement so they cannot escape and protect the benefactor.
It was due to the concern that they might use that old man as a hostage.
Subsequently, the Dalai Lama asked Baek Hyang.
"What is the intention of asking such a thing to that benefactor? Are you perhaps trying to pin all the blame on Hyeonam now?"
To the Dalai Lama's question, Baek Hyang pondered for a moment and answered honestly.
"We are not trying to frame him. Senior Brother fought to protect that old man."
The Lama monks shouted with angry faces.
"How dare you frame a monk of our Palace now!!"
The magnificent aura of the Lama monks who formed the encirclement suppresses the area.
Because of that aura spreading indiscriminately due to anger, the old man's face turned pale white.
The Dalai Lama shouted to calm the Lama monks.
"Stop!"
Only then did the Lama monks gather their energy again. Aiming for that moment, Baek Hyang opened her mouth again.
"You are being deceived by Hyeonam. Didn't you say people disappeared intermittently starting from a few years ago? The culprit is Hyeonam."
"What nonsensical talk!"
"Isn't it rather you guys who are the culprits!!"
To the Lama monks' rebuttal, Baek Hyang answered.
"We only visited here recently! How could we harm the people here periodically starting from a few years ago!"
"The disappearance cases happened once or twice a year. Isn't it possible that you guys secretly visited here and kidnapped and murdered them one by one!"
Baek Hyang gritted her teeth.
Realistically, it was reasonable to view it as an internal act rather than suspecting outsiders.
But they were ignoring that possibility.
Because of the years they spent with Hyeonam.
Their vision was clouded due to emotions called affection or trust.
Therefore, Baek Hyang played a strong hand.
To shake their trust.
"Didn't the Dalai Lama also say so? That Hyeonam used to kill small animals for fun when young. Hyeonam has been deceiving you acting as if he repented all this time!"
"Stop!! This monk never said Hyeonam was the monk who did that! Looking now, it seems it was a planned act from the moment you heard this monk's story! To pin the things you guys committed on Hyeonam!"
At the Dalai Lama's shout, the Lama monks' aura became fierce again.
Baek Hyang's strong hand rather caused an adverse effect.
Baek Hyang hurriedly turned her head.
Towards the old man who had been keeping his mouth shut and watching the situation with a nervous expression since earlier.
"Please, I beg you. If you saw or heard anything, please tell us."
Baek Hyang spoke with a truly desperate expression. Her eyes were full of moisture.
It wasn't because she was afraid of being captured alive by the Lama monks, losing her martial arts, and being locked in prison.
"At this rate, Senior Brother might really die. Please."
Behind her, Jin Yuseong was slowly dying.
Following Baek Hyang, Nam Geon also looked at the old man with a desperate face.
"P-please, I-I beg you. I-it won't do if o-our Brother dies."
Choyeon also had a somewhat sad face unlike usual.
"Please tell us even just the facts you saw and heard. We beg you."
The request of three people. The Lama monks' gazes fixed all at once simultaneously.
The old man's head became complicated.
It wasn't just because of people's gazes.
It was because he roughly grasped the situation thanks to the conversation they had.
The old man also knew well who Hyeonam was.
Because he was a monk of the Potala Palace who helped them periodically.
But that monk tried to kill him?
Furthermore, all the disappearance cases so far were acts committed by Hyeonam?
Trust didn't come easily.
But there was one thing bothering him.
The old man, who pondered for a moment, opened his mouth carefully.
"A-actually, there is a story I h-heard."
As if telling him to speak quickly, the Lama monks and Jin Yuseong's group focused on the old man's mouth.
"I-I was awake a little from just before y-you all arrived. A-and I heard the sound of two people talking. One of them w-was Monk Hyeonam."
The old man continued his words stuttering as if nervous.
"One person said words like trash or I will kill you to that Monk Hyeonam."
At the old man's words, the Lama monks' fierce glares turned to Jin Yuseong's group.
But the old man's words weren't finished yet.
"And Monk Hyeonam said these words. L-life is pain, so he said he would send me to paradise quickly."
As if it was unexpected words, the eyes of the Lama monks glaring at Jin Yuseong's group shook.
"Also, w-when y-you all approached, h-he added such words. S-since the sect elders d-dislike murder, h-he would k-kill quickly."
At first, he thought he just heard things in his sleep.
But listening to their quarrel, he felt like it wasn't a dream for some reason.
Baek Hyang shouted, not missing the opportunity.
"The people who disappeared so far were all patients or the elderly and infirm! Hyeonam has been kidnapping and murdering such patients or the elderly and infirm saying he would free them from pain!"
The Lama monks made confused expressions.
Their gazes turned to the Dalai Lama, their spiritual pillar.
Harboring the expectation that the Dalai Lama would give some answer on their behalf.
But their expectation missed.
The Dalai Lama's face turned pale white.
‘Is it really an act committed by Hyeonam?’
A scene flashes through his mind.
The carcass of an animal covered in blood after being struck by a stone.
The appearance of young Hyeonam smiling innocently next to it.
It was an event twenty years ago.
He thought Hyeonam had changed.
Right. He believed he was deeply influenced by Buddha's teachings and grew up to be a truly excellent Lama monk.
This was also the Dalai Lama's pride.
The belief that one can wash away karma and reach enlightenment following Buddha's teachings.
He had considered Hyeonam as the symbol of that belief.
‘Did I really ignore reality because of personal trust and affection?’
At the mental demon that came momentarily, the Dalai Lama's internal energy boiled.
‘Were innocent people really being murdered because of my vain belief?’
Internal energy like the ocean raged and shook his dantian and acupoints.
But the composure of the old monk who had cultivated himself throughout his life didn't collapse so easily.
The Dalai Lama vomited black blood roughly.
"Cough."
After vomiting blood, color returned to his face again.
The boiling internal energy also subsided slowly.
"Amitabha."
The Dalai Lama, who barely composed his shaken heart, gave an order.
"Support the benefactor and send him back to the village."
"……What should we do with them? Dalai Lama."
At a Lama monk's question, the Dalai Lama looked at Jin Yuseong's group.
"……They are still our guests. Let's talk in detail slowly after the benefactor over there wakes up."
At the Dalai Lama's instruction, the Lama monks chanted a Buddhist name with complicated expressions.
"Amitabha."
Only then did Baek Hyang, who noticed that the situation had calmed down to some extent, throw her body hurriedly.
Towards Jin Yuseong who was bleeding from his mouth while sitting in a lotus position.
The condition of Dang Sopyeong who was caring for him was also terrible.
As if he was already drawing internal energy to the limit, the veins on his face and forearms were bulging as if they would burst.
"Young Master Tang. I will help."
Baek Hyang sat in a lotus position next to Dang Sopyeong and placed her palm on Jin Yuseong's back.
After flowing internal energy into Jin Yuseong's acupoints through her palm for a while. Tears formed in Baek Hyang's eyes.
The condition was more serious than she thought.
There were almost no intact acupoints.
The thought that Jin Yuseong might really die crossed her mind.
Baek Hyang tried to erase the anxiety and continued to blow in internal energy.
At that moment, the Dalai Lama's voice came from behind.
"Benefactor physician, please rise now."
She wondered if the Dalai Lama was trying to kill Jin Yuseong again now, but it was a misunderstanding.
"There is no need to draw even Pre-celestial Energy. This monk will continue the rest. Since it is something that happened because of a child this monk raised wrongly, shouldn't this monk take responsibility?"
Dang Sopyeong pondered momentarily but eventually removed his palm from Jin Yuseong's back.
As soon as Dang Sopyeong moved aside, the Dalai Lama sat in a lotus position and placed his palm on Jin Yuseong's back.
Dang Sopyeong, who barely moved aside, forced his body up.
He took out the needles from his sleeve.
He looked at Jin Yuseong with a nervous face.
It exceeded the level of pouring water into a bottomless jar.
Jin Yuseong's condition was no different from a completely shattered bowl beyond a bottomless jar.
But he couldn't give up.
He saw Jin Yuseong's face gritting his teeth while still sitting in a lotus position.
Every moment would feel like pain cutting bones. Nevertheless, Jin Yuseong was holding on without fainting.
‘Right. If you don't give up, I won't give up either.’
Was it because he drew Pre-celestial Energy momentarily?
His arms shook madly.
Gritting his teeth, Dang Sopyeong moved his arms while composing his mind.
***
Every moment was a series of pain.
Whenever the internal energy the Tang guy blew in stimulated the acupoints, curses seemed to pop out of their own accord.
I repeated breathing while gritting my teeth.
Even breathing was torture.
The flank hit by the Blood Disaster at the last moment. Whether a rib was broken, terrible pain followed every time I breathed.
I grabbed my consciousness that was about to go dim.
I tried to focus on the key points of the Great Swallow Nest Building Divine Art.
From some moment, the Tang guy's energy changed.
I realized intuitively. This crazy bastard was drawing Pre-celestial Energy.
I wanted to stop him.
But I had no energy to raise my body or open my mouth.
It felt like I would faint just like that the moment my concentration broke.
At that moment, an anomaly occurred.
Someone's energy was newly felt.
It wasn't difficult to figure out whose energy it was. It was Junior Sister Baek Hyang's energy.
Soon, the Tang guy's energy disappeared.
I thought it was rather fortunate. Because I didn't want him to draw even Pre-celestial Energy.
However, an unexpected thing happened.
Magnificent and warm Buddhist internal energy started to flow in along my back.
Even the Tang guy who took his hand off started to apply acupuncture to my body.
Every time a needle dug into an acupoint, terrible pain was felt.
Thanks to those needles, circulating Qi became much easier. It felt like filling up the torn holes.
But everything was nothing more than a temporary measure.
The Tang guy's acupuncture, Junior Sister's internal energy flowing along my back, and the Buddhist internal energy.
Words telling them to give up immediately and leave me alone soared up to my throat.
But I couldn't spit them out.
Even though I couldn't see their faces, I could know the desperation of the Tang guy and Junior Sister Baek Hyang.
I had to try as far as I could at least.
"Sseup. Huu."
Ignoring the pain, I repeat breathing.
I flowed the barely sucked-in energy to the acupoints.
Severe pain soared every time, but I ignored it.
Thanks to the Tang guy blocking the wounds with needles, I could finish the Lesser Heavenly Circulation once somehow.
I continue to repeat breathing.
How can I recover? Can I restore the acupoints torn to shreds?
Continuing to circulate energy to heal, I repeat worry upon worry.
Junior Sister's energy and the Buddhist energy that dug into my body also showed various flows and continued to circulate energy to heal.
Examining those flows, I wandered looking for a solution.
The key points of all the internal energy cultivation methods I learned float around in my head.
Furthermore, after opening the Second Eye, the martial arts of the bastards I faced kept flickering in and out of sight.
I retrace all the martial arts I learned or saw and experienced.
But that alone wasn't enough.
I examined the flows of energies that flowed into my body.
Junior Sister, being a genius, was different no matter what. Not only what I taught, but she was attempting to circulate energy to heal with various improvisations.
If Junior Sister's method was creative, the Buddhist energy was moving truly gravely.
Looking at that flow, for some reason, the Blood Disaster's martial arts came to mind.
The fight with the bastard comes to mind.
Up to the scene where the Blood Disaster who crossed the wall unfolded the Secret Sect Great Hand Seal.
As I looked for a solution, worries about martial arts bite each other's tails and continue endlessly.
From that moment on, my mind became dim.
Pain wasn't felt either.
Only thoughts about martial arts continued in my head.
All those things were tangled messily.
How long did I flounder on the border of selflessness and mental demon?
Suddenly, I realized a certain fact.
That I couldn't just worry like this forever.
Junior Sister's energy and the Buddhist energy were continuously flowing in, but their internal energy wouldn't be eternal.
Ah.
Something complicatedly tangled started to connect as one.
Was it because I thought of the word eternal? The starting point of the flow connected as one was the Sun Moon Infinite Sword.
I operated on internal energy according to that key point.
The barely gathered energy flowed along the Eight Extraordinary Meridians of the whole body and circulated.
At first, it was a very slight flow. It was like a few small water droplets flowing.
As the circulation continued, its size continued to swell.
It absorbed energies that weren’t mine—Junior Sister Baek Hyang’s flowing energy, and the Buddhist energy flowing from someone else.
Colors that didn't match mix together.
Various martial arts I saw and experienced so far mix together, and various improvisations Junior Sister showed while attempting to circulate energy to heal fill those gaps.
The circulation mixed as one repeats, and a giant flow fills the whole body.
At the same time, the filled energy started to flow out to the outside ceaselessly.
What came to mind at that moment was the Blood Disaster's martial arts.
The Buddhist energy attempting to circulate energy to heal by flowing internal energy into me endlessly.
The way that energy flows mixes with the Secret Sect Great Hand Seal the Blood Disaster unfolded.
The last thing that came to mind was the duel with the Fighting Venerable.
The flow of internal energy flowing along his body when he unfolded martial arts.
At that moment, a certain realization raged as if striking my brain.