Chapter 452
The Youngest Son of the Eunhae Trading Company Chapter 452
Chapter 452. The Holy Body (5)
The next day, Jisang immediately headed for the penitential cell.
I didn't think he would go in right away, but he was more decisive than I thought.
Early in the morning, he met with the head monk of the disciplinary committee and entered the penitential cell without any belongings.
In fact, there are several stages of repentance.
There are places for imprisoning vicious people who have committed serious crimes, places for punishing monks who have broken the precepts, and places for self-reflection where people enter on their own when they feel they need to repent.
However, all repentance halls have one thing in common.
Once you enter, you cannot leave until the period of time set by others or yourself has elapsed.
And no news from the outside world can reach you.
Of course, outsiders are never allowed to enter.
When I heard that the monk had entered the penitential cell, I smiled with satisfaction.
Should I begin?
I decided to help the monk not simply because I felt sorry for him or because Master Hyukgon appeared in my dream.
It was because I believed that the Martial Alliance was behind this plot.
I didn't know why, but I was certain that someone in the Martial Alliance was trying to harm Master Hyukgon.
If that was the case, I had to foil their plan.
By taking revenge in small ways like this, I will be able to achieve the true revenge I desire.
Hmm, I need to get moving.
* * *
On the appointed day, Hae-chul headed for Shaolin Temple.
“Ugh! You took my money, and now you're taking me to Shaolin Temple in this?!”
His escort spoke worriedly to him as he grumbled while riding in the carriage.
“Please watch your words. This is the Shaolin Temple area. If you say anything disrespectful to Shaolin, we will be in trouble.”
Ha-chul laughed at those words.
“One of those monks is my brother-in-law.”
“...”
His sister had lost her husband and returned to her parents' home with her son.
Soon after, she caught the eye of Song, the chairman of a nearby village.
Naturally, Hae-chul welcomed this with open arms.
However, it was impossible to take his son with him to become Song's concubine.
In the end, he had no choice but to leave his son with his parents.
However, to Hae-chul's family, the boy was nothing but a burden.
So they sent him to Shaolin Temple.
They lied to his sister, telling her that a monk at Shaolin Temple had taken him away because he saw his talent.
Shortly after becoming Song Jang-ju's concubine, his sister fell ill and died ten years ago.
“If only she had lived a little longer, I wouldn't have to go through all this trouble now!”
Ha-chul suddenly became rich and began to spend money like a nouveau riche.
However, as the famine continued, his family's fortune began to decline.
Normally, people would reduce their spending, but he did not.
“Can't I just make more money?”
So he tried his hand at business, but it was a complete failure, and he ended up with a debt of 30,000 nyang.
If his older sister had been alive, he could have asked Chairman Song for help, but she had already passed away.
When she died, he had extorted a large sum of money from her family as compensation, so their relationship was already strained.
If he went to him and asked for 30,000 nyang, he would surely be kicked out immediately.
As he was seriously considering selling his land, someone made him an attractive offer.
“You have a nephew at Shaolin Temple?”
Everyone knew that his grandnephew was a monk at Shaolin Temple.
He always boasted about it to the villagers.
When his younger sister brought him home, he was a nuisance, but after becoming a monk, he became a source of pride.
“That's right.”
“I heard you need money urgently. We will repay you.”
“...What are you up to?”
“Does that matter? What matters is that we can give you the money. We only ask for one favor.”
“Go ahead.”
“Have you heard the news that the sacred body of Grand Master Xue Gongsheng has arrived at Shaolin Temple?”
“Yes, I have.”
“It is said that the sacred body contains a magical potion. Please bring it to us.”
In the end, he accepted the offer and asked his nephew, the monk Jisang, to do the job.
To a fool who didn't even know that his mother had passed away.
And to a fool who still thought he was living in poverty.
Soon, the mountain gate was within sight.
He changed his clothes inside the carriage. The clothes he was wearing now were completely different from his usual clothes, which he would never even think of wearing.
However, he had to wear these clothes in order to gain his nephew's sympathy.
He got out of the carriage and headed for the mountain gate.
“How did you get here?”
“I came to see the monk Jisang. Please tell him that his uncle is here.”
One of the monks guarding the mountain gate went inside and came out, shaking his head.
“I'm sorry, but he cannot see you today.”
“What?”
“The monk is currently in the penitential chamber.”
He was taken aback by those words.
Today was the day of his appointment with him.
He had decided to keep his promise, as his mother's safety was at stake.
But the penitential chamber...
“Could he have been caught tampering with the remains of the monk Hyukgon?”
It was not impossible.
If so, there was only one thing he could do.
“I understand. Then I'll be going...”
He had to leave quickly. If he wasn't careful, he could get caught up in the same situation.
But soon, his vision went dark.
He had lost his chance to repay his debt of 30,000 nyang.
As he was walking down the mountain, a man carrying a debt collector's stick approached him.
“Are you Hae-chul?”
“Who... are you?”
“I was asked by the monk Jisang to deliver something to your uncle. So, are you Hae-chul?”
Hearing those words, Hae-chul's eyes lit up.
He thought he knew what the item was.
“Yes, I am Haichul, the uncle of the monk Jijang!”
The man handed him a pouch.
“This is what he asked me to give you. It is a magical medicine found in the body of the monk Haichul.”
“Then what is this?”
“Yes. You were trying so hard to get this that you were dragged away to the penitential cell...”
“Oh no!”
“He said he couldn't deliver it himself, so he asked me to give it to you instead.”
“But... who is he that you would do such a favor for him?”
“He saved my life, so I'm just repaying his kindness.”
* * *
I watched as the monk's uncle disappeared in the distance in his carriage.
Was his name Hae-chul?
Tack!
I folded my fan.
The fan I am holding is a menmakusen. If I use this, my opponent will not remember my appearance.
It is very useful in situations like this.
Haechul looked happy with the pouch I gave him, but I wonder if he will remain happy.
I don't know if he will remain happy.
The pouch I gave him does not contain the elixir that was inside the body of the monk Haegonseong.
How could I give him something like that?
Then what did I put in the pouch?
Pal-gap approached me with a smirk and said, “Young master, does that guy know that it's horse dung?”
“Of course not. He firmly believes that it's a magic potion.”
“But he was holding it very tightly to his chest.”
“Exactly.”
“But what if he eats it thinking it's a magic potion?”
“But what will happen if he eats that horse dung thinking it's a magic potion?”
“What do you mean, what will happen? He'll just be a guy who ate horse dung.”
“I'm worried that someone else might eat it by mistake.”
“Don't worry. That won't happen.”
.
.
.
I followed Hae-chul and hid on the roof of his house.
Now that I had the magic potion, I would call the black-clad man who had requested it.
With the day to repay the 30,000 nyang fast approaching, there was no time to waste.
As I expected, a man came to Hae-chul's house that night. It was the same man in the jade-colored clothes who had come before.
Feeling the strong aura of black magic emanating from him, I smiled bitterly and moved to the roof of the guest room.
“Here is the elixir, as promised. My nephew found it in the body of the monk Hyukgon Seung.”
“What? You found it?”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing! So what happened to the body of the Great Master Hyukgon?”
“They said they found it in the head, so it must be damaged.”
“I see.”
Those were the words I had just said.
I had deliberately told him that they found the medicine in the head.
The man in black put the medicine in his bosom and said, "Thank you for your hard work.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“What about the promise?”
“Don't worry. I will visit you again in two days. By then, you will hear the news you want to hear.”
Then he got up and left the reception room.
Now is the important part.
I quickly started following him.
I had followed him before, but I hadn't gotten the results I wanted.
But this time was different.
I had obtained the elixir I never thought I would get, and I had carried out my orders perfectly.
Now I could go to my superiors and report.
As I expected, he headed for Luoyang.
Wow... He's right in front of the Martial Alliance, and he's not afraid?
He must have some powerful backing.
I sneaked into the house again.
“So you disfigured his face? Well done.”
“Is that it?”
“Yes. You did what they wanted, so it's fine. Poor Shaolin Temple. Tsk, tsk. They should have watched their disciples better.”
“But are you really going to give the Chairman 30,000 nyang?”
“Are you crazy? No way. We just need to get out of here. So you better get ready to leave too.”
“Yes, sir. But why are they so desperate to get rid of the remains of the monk Hyukgon Seung?”
“How should I know what they're thinking? We just do what we're told and take the money.”
Of course, that makes sense.
There is no way they would pay off a debt of 30,000 nyang.
By the way, unlike the others I have seen so far, these guys seem quite strong.
And from their conversation, it was clear that they knew something more.
I sent telepathy to the bodyguards around me.
- Let's go!
The bodyguards took masks out of their sleeves and put them on.
They were the smiling masks they had used when they stripped Chairman Ma, who had persecuted Master Han Jae-ik.
When we rushed in, they were taken by surprise and became flustered.
“Ugh!”
“Huh!”
“Ugh!”
They were quite strong, but they were no match for me and my bodyguards.
We subdued them in an instant.
“Who are you?”
“Why should I tell you that?”
“You've made a big mistake!”
“Are you worried about us? You're nicer than you look.”
“What nonsense!”
I chuckled.
“So where did you get the order to desecrate the remains of Sir Hyukgon Seung?”
“I don't know!”
At that, I signaled to Jin-yu.
Jin-yu immediately used his bone-breaking technique on the man.
The technique was designed to destroy the opponent's joints, and while extremely painful, it was effective for interrogation.
Moreover, there was no blood.
This was important.
“Kyaaah!”
“You really don't know?”
“I really don't remember!”
He writhed in pain and cursed.
“When I try to remember, for some reason, I can't remember who it was!”
Seo Woo sent me a silent telepathy.
- It seems like he's telling the truth.
Could he have used a mind-control technique? Well, he wouldn't have given us such a sloppy job.
Everyone else had the same reaction.
Just when I thought we finally had a lead...
- What should we do?
I smiled bitterly and replied.
- Let's handle this quietly.
We can't afford to be careless in our work.
If there was a possibility that they would meet with their superiors, we would use them as bait, but that seemed unlikely.
Judging from what they just said.
In other words, it was a one-time request.
So I struck their heavenly spirit and killed them instantly.
We had to return to Shaolin Temple, so we couldn't afford to spill any blood.
When disposing of the bodies, I retrieved the pouch from the pocket of the man in the jade-colored robe.
Of course, I removed any energy that might have remained in the pouch, and since it was made from Shaolin Temple robes, it would be impossible to deduce that I was the culprit, but I didn't want to leave it behind.
The moment I picked up the pouch to burn it with Samadhi True Fire, I felt something strange.
Huh?
It seems lighter...
I opened the pouch and realized what had happened.
Wow... This bastard.
“What are you doing?”
I smiled wryly at Myungjong Musha's question.
“You took this out? Half of it, too.”
When I gave this to Hae-chul, I told him that eating it would increase his power by one level and even give ordinary people power, but...
“Maybe he's planning to sell it to get money.”
I shook my head at Myeongjong Musha's words.
“Normally, that would be the case. But he can't do that.”
“Then what?”
“He'll eat it himself.”