Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 8

8 tis. How long did it take

to escape ?

I searched for the monster outside the bronze mirror that was mating.

The monster that was sitting on the junk seed to have grown bigger in the anti.

Eyes t with the monster.

I could feel the curiosity in his eyes.

It was only natural that he had done nothing but jinki-donap for a long ti.

He waved his hand at the monster as if asking him to co closer.

The monster approached slowly while being wary.

With the bronze mirror in between, Yeonjeokha and the monster’s eyes t head-on.

It is the mont when you see the black eyes like the abyss of a monster.

Suddenly, deep sorrow and terrible pain rushed towards Yeonjeokha.

“…”

I could never have imagined that such feelings would exist in the mind of the monster who was flirting outside the mirror.

‘omg!’

Yeonjeokha’s eyes widened.

The yokai seen up close were neither ghosts nor ancestral spirits.

‘This can’t be…’

The monster outside the mirror is quite surprised and embarrassed.

With trembling hands, they traced the face of the youkai reflected in the bronze mirror.

Yokai is also a face that even a ghost has seen.

Yeonjeokha, who had been staring at it for a while, murmured.

“You… you were .”

The truth finally appeared in the eyes of Yeon Jeok-ha, who had reached the age of nine.

The monster, or the boy, was the true self he had lost.

The self that was lost in the abuse of his aunt and the Yeon clan. The wish to live innocently appeared in the form of a boy.

But as her mother died giving birth to her, that beca an unattainable dream. Dad left him in the hands of his eldest mother, and he has been like this ever since.

Ti that has already passed cannot be returned forever.

Tears stread down from the younger brother’s eyes.

The boy was also in tears.

“Mom…”

I sobbed for a long ti, lowering my head in anger.

And when he raised his head again, he was out of the mirror.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. A skinny boy stood in the mirror with red, bloodshot eyes.

“hi.”

I waved my hand at myself in the mating mirror.

It’s that mont.

The boy disappeared and a fairy appeared in his place.

When I opened my eyes and looked closely, it was Gucheonhyeonnyeo engraved on the back of the mirror. The background in the mirror had also changed from a warehouse to a beautiful scenery like a painting.

The fairy smiled faintly and soon flew away on a cloud to the distant sky.

Surprised by the unexpected news, only the eyes of the couple blinked.

Then, suddenly, the bronze mirror began to be covered with the gri of the years as before. Before long, the bronze mirror turned black before I had ti to try my hand at it.

“uh? uh?”

The serial killer carefully lifted up the broken mirror and examined it.

Unfortunately, I tried to wipe it with a cloth, but the ti did not co off at all.

“ha!”

Unbeknownst to , the shooting ceremony flowed.

The belated realization that all of this was the harmony of Gucheonhyeonnyeo passed through my mind.

It seems that Gucheonhyeonnyeo, who was in the fairy world, felt sorry for him and helped him.

I couldn’t think of anything else.

He placed the rusted Gucheon Hyeonnyeogyeong on one wall and made a big bow.

rattle.

I thought the side door was open, and a basket of food ca in.

This ti, it was all about fireballs hard like a stone, greens, and a water bottle.

As I picked up the basket, I heard a warrior muttering in the distance.

“her! it’s ten years But, being the son of a samurai family, your life is going to be tough…”

Only then did he realize that he had been confined to a warehouse for ten years.

So you’re sixteen now?

“under. under. Ha…”

It’s absurd.

The person who imprisoned him was the general’s uncle, but he must have been forced to do so by his aunt.

Seeing what their lives are doing, it seems that they have no intention of letting go.

hey now what

Yeonjeokha’s troubled eyes saw a window pierced for ventilation.

I flew up lightly, held onto the iron bars, and looked out to see the dusky twilight.

I searched through the stacked warehouse that had co down to the floor again.

Still, I was able to get my hands on a book about martial arts, which was said to be a martial artist.

These are the books that the Yeon family collected and discarded for reference.

“Biyeonbo (飛燕步)?”

If you look at the title, it’s a book about footwork or martial arts that you haven’t learned yet.

I took out the bi-yearbook that is serially accumulated separately on one side.

I searched for a long ti, but the only thing that could be helpful was the non-annual report.

“Sheesh!”

He grumbled and turned over the bookshelf of the secret annals.

Various rumors continued with the explanation that ‘it was made by looking at the shape of a swallow’s flight’.

“Stretch out your hands behind you like swallow wings?”

I stretched out my arms behind and took a few steps forward, doing as I was told.

“Oh oh!”

Still, I think it’s better than walking without thinking.

After circling the warehouse about ten tis, Biyeonbo was attached to the body.

Even though it was such a low-level, crude new law, the couple did not know about it.

The divine law is not good, but his ntal law is the best in the world.

He seed to be able to run all day using his bi-annual.

“oh! Is it really a good new company?”

After self-confident that it was okay to have a love affair, he threw the secret yearbook behind his back. Since I had already mastered the principles, there was no need to carry the book.

I threw myself through the window again.

Maybe it’s because he learned Bi-Yeonbo, and his movents were much smoother than before.

It was already dark outside.

It seems that the sun has gone down while reading and mastering the Bi-Yeonbo.

I touched the side door where food and filth flowed in and out of the floor again.

rattle.

The door did not open because it was locked.

According to the teachings of Bi-Yeonbo, who is a serial killer, he pushed his strength into his feet.

Then, he quietly pushed the side door with his toe.

thump thump.

The side door slamd with the sound of sothing twisting.

Still, it feels a little narrow to get out of the body.

He squatted down and tore off the planks around the side door with his hand.

The old planks could not withstand the forceful touch and split easily.

When I was a kid, I crawled out of the warehouse as if I was going in and out of a dog hole.

When I ca out, I was terrified.

It was clear that if the people of Waryongjang found him, they would try to lock him in a stronger place.

The couple walked stealthily and climbed over the fence.

Then, he unfolded the only secret yearbook he knew and ran blindly to the south.

I didn’t even rest because I was afraid that the warriors of the Baekhodae would follow .

In accordance with the teachings of Bi-Yeonbo, who is doing the serialization, he stretched out his arms straight back. If anyone saw it, it would look like it would hold its stomach and laugh.

However, as ti passed, the ceremonial art beca faster and traveled a fairly long distance.

Finally, when the day dawned dimly, the running under the skies was over.

“omg! omg!”

Maybe because I skipped dinner, my mouth slled sweet and I felt like I was about to collapse.

Yeonjeokha walked slowly and controlled his breathing.

As I was thinking about where this place was, I saw a milestone standing next to the coffin road.

[Sip li in Deungfeng County.]

Yeonjeokha, who was going to Deungfeng County, hesitated.

The thought, ‘It was only a one-night run’ crossed my mind.

This place is too close to my aunt’s house.

It seed that if my aunt released soone, they would be caught at any mont.

It’s a three-day trip from Eonsha to Dengbong County, so it’s quite far, but I didn’t even think of the linking point.

“ha! I can’t go any further.”

My knees were shaking from how tired I was.

I decided to get sothing for the ti being.

I walked into a nearby village, but sothing bothering happened. The little boys followed him, throwing rocks and cursing at him.

“Wow! Beggar!”

“dirty!”

“go away!”

It wasn’t painful enough to kill because it was the strength of children, but I felt bad.

Besides, are you a beggar?

‘no. Mom and Dad died early, but I was still in a rich family…’

Co to think of it, I was locked up.

Besides, as the children said, he was a poor man among beggars.

The clothes I was wearing a few years ago had worn out and shortened.

At least it was torn and tattered after running all night.

Her body, which had not been washed, was swollen with soy sauce, to the point where she vomited even when she saw herself.

Right.

A stone ca flying and hit in the forehead.

I stroke it with a tingling feeling, but my fingertips are smooth. When I checked it, there was blood on it.

In an instant, he said, ‘Woo’ and got angry.

“These guys!”

When the young enemy scread and pretended to chase it, the children ran away with a ‘wow’.

An adult passing by scolded the children, ‘Don’t bully the poor man’. Only then did the children flock to find other things to play.

It was midsumr, so the blood dried quickly.

Soone called Yeonjeokha who was trudging along.

“hey. there.”

I turned around and saw an old beggar beckoning.

“Are you a disciple of openness by any chance?”

“no.”

“no? But why are you acting like a beggar?”

“…”

I couldn’t say anything to connect.

It was very sad that I looked like a beggar when I wasn’t a beggar.

An old beggar ca up and asked.

“Are you holess?”

“yes.”

“Do you have a rice bowl?”

“no.”

“Are you going to die of hunger?”

“yes.”

“Tsk tsk,” said the old beggar, clicking his tongue.

“You foolish bastard. Aren’t you starving because you don’t have a bowl of rice? He’s a non-standard guy. Take this.”

An old beggar held out a red gourd that was hanging from his waist.

I accidentally received the broken gourd with both hands.

“Clean your ears and listen carefully. n don’t fight enemies, so look for won. A lady is seen in the distance. Then run quickly and say this.”

Mangwugae, the elder of the old beggar opening, said quickly after clearing his voice.

“‘oh my! rciful mistress like Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, save one poor life! Madam, I was orphaned early and have no one to turn to. please have pity on The Buddha will not forget your rits. Yes?’ He looked at with a face that looked like he was going to cry while raising his end. Got it?”

“…yes.”

“try.”

“yes?”

“You said you knew? Then do what I did. Let’s see how well you do.”

Mangwoogae looked at Yeonjeokha with expectant eyes.

When the boy was intelligent, he intended to take him and make him his disciple.

However, I couldn’t understand the words of an old beggar who had just co out of the world. Still, I kept trying to follow it, so I forcibly searched for my mory.

“…Mrs. Avalokiteshvara… Please save . I’m an orphan…”

I’m about to cry when I try to say ‘I beca an orphan’.

I kept my mouth shut tightly.

The impression of Mangwoogae, who had been expecting a lot, was distorted.

I recited so many things, but I seem to rember only the words ‘Gwaneum Bodhisattva’ and ‘orphan’. With a head like this, there’s no reason to make him a disciple.

Still, I decided to pass on the basics of begging.

Even if you are not a disciple of openness, shouldn’t you live on!

“Hum hum. listen carefully. It’s a little different to say to the lady. I have to say this to the ladies. ‘Ouch! The beautiful girl has a kind heart, so her parents will be delighted. et a good man, give birth to a son like a rice cake toad, and make it a hundred years old!’ Just stick close and repeat the words. Girls are shy, so give them well even if you don’t hold on to them for a long ti. Did you understand?”

“…yes.”

Mangwugae didn’t ask to morize it again. I already know that the boy’s head is not good, so I just want to be independent as a beggar.

“It’s a gift from , so use it well.”

“yes? yes.”

“Then, let’s et again later.”

Mangwoogae patted Yeonjeokha on the shoulder as if encouraging him and walked away.

I stared blankly at the back of the old beggar.

It’s the first ti I’ve talked to soone for such a long ti since I was born. The samurai who manage the warehouse used to say only what they had to say and go ho.

growl

I woke up to the sound of the boat.

Only then did he grab a gourd and start snooping around.

My stomach hurt, but my mouth didn’t co out.

Still, it was a generous neighborhood, so around lunchti, the gourds were full of food. It looked ssy, but the taste was rather better than the dried up rice rolls I used to eat in warehouses.

They ate the food in the gourd that they were paired with and moved southward without rest.

I walked along the Guandu, and when a mountain ca out, I crossed it, and when a field ca out, I crossed it.

Then, another gwando appeared.

Maybe it was because he ca out after being locked up in a small warehouse for 10 years, and everything was strange.