Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 509

Nangseon Gi Hwan Dam – Part 2, Chapter 218

“Why are you telling me this now? You should have told me at Mangakjeong.”

But Okbyeolcheonwang shook his head.

As if he couldn’t.

“I couldn’t say it.”

“Why? If you had told me in advance, if you had told me calmly….”

“You wouldn’t have believed it. You would have suspected me instead. First, the seed of suspicion about Jurin had to sprout. Only then should I have appeared. Otherwise, a suspicious person like you wouldn’t have believed it.”

“….”

Cheonbeom couldn’t say anything to Okbyeol’s words.

As he said, it would have been hard to believe even if he had suddenly come from the future world, showed Cheongmyeong’s face, Jurin’s body was taken away, and Shinwi took it over. Rather, he was more likely to think that he was trying to alienate him from Rin and steal Cheongmyeong.

Because of Okbyeolcheonwang’s rumors and Hwayang’s marriage, Beom was extremely careful in dealing with him.

After thinking carefully, Beom looked at him and asked one thing.

“About Princess Hwayang’s marriage. Was it intentional?”

“That’s right. In Sangcheon [a celestial realm in Buddhist cosmology], where you disappeared, Hwayang was a friend who opened her heart to me. Knowing that she was also related to you, I paved the way in advance.”

Saying so, Okbyeolcheonwang smirked at Beom.

“Because I know you know how to enjoy romance, I made arrangements for many relationships just in case. The young head of the Sassi family was the same.”

“Are you talking about Saha?”

“Yes.”

Come to think of it.

In the past, Saha said that someone had told him through divination that Beom would appear.

He said that he was a Biseung Suseon [a being destined for greatness] who would raise the family, so he tried to bring Beom at all costs.

‘Someone told me through divination. Was that Yujeong?’

It’s a series of surprises.

In addition, there were many traces of trying to create contacts and connect causality in between.

He did a lot of trivial things to get involved with me somehow.

But most of them were in vain, and he couldn’t properly connect with me.

“What should I call you?”

“…Cheong, no. Jeong. Call me Yujeong.”

Paat.

Cheonbeom, who opened his eyes wide, realized that the scenery had changed.

Yujeong was sitting on the floor wearing rags, and Rin was shouting at Beom as if pleading.

“San, say something… You don’t really believe this guy, do you?”

Beom glanced at Yujeong, turned his head, looked at Rin in front of him, and said.

“Rin, can you swear that you have never lied to me even once?”

“Of course!”

Hwasaek [a pale or ashen complexion] blooms on Rin’s face.

It blooms like a flower in full bloom as if she believed her words.

“But I lied to you.”

“…What?”

The face of Jurin, full of joy, is broken and her big eyes blink.

It’s a face asking what that means.

“I’m not San.”

Then Rin’s eyebrows narrow.

It was an expression that she didn’t believe, and didn’t even seem to want to believe.

Looking at Yujeong in his seat, he smiles sarcastically.

“San, are you trying to question my sincerity with such nonsense? If I wasn’t sure you were San! I wouldn’t have devoted myself to you for so long!”

But Beom’s expression was more peaceful than ever.

“When Ageom drove San into Geonwon Haejeong [a place of ultimate destruction]. A strand of Bunhon [a divided soul] survived thanks to the arrangement of the phoenix. After that, he came down to the lower world, and then he was connected to my soul and became one.”

“…Don’t lie.”

Jurin’s expression became serious.

She bit her lip tightly as if she couldn’t believe it, but there was something bothering her.

“When I was promoted to Wonseon Taesa [a high-ranking celestial official], I peeked into San’s memories and gave him eternal rest and comforted his soul. Unlike before, I don’t have San’s soul now.”

Therefore.

“I’m not San.”

A Hosaen [a faint smile] is drawn on Yujeong’s lips.

“It’s Cheonbeom.”

Yujeong’s faint voice clearly conveyed the fact that Beom was trying to say.

Ttuk.

The expression disappeared from Jurin’s face.

A face as if she had lost everything in the world.

Her blood disappeared and she seemed to have lost her soul, and there was not an inch of movement.

It was as if time had stopped for her alone.

But Beom didn’t wait.

“Now you tell me too. Now that you know I’m not San, you don’t have to lie either.”

Anyone can swear.

If she’s really not Rin, that’s easy enough.

So now is the time to reveal it.

“Are you Rin or Shinwi?”

* * *

On a day when heavy rain and strong winds blew, an ordinary day.

Due to someone’s death, an ordinary day became a memorial day to commemorate him.

An ordinary day, due to that one thing, changed into the most important day in my heart.

It became special.

People avoid rain when it pours.

If you get rained on, your body gets wet and your body temperature drops. They avoid it because they feel bad and because it hurts their bodies.

People avoid such unfavorable heavy rain, and it soon becomes common sense.

But to me.

Rain became a landscape to remember him, and the avoidance and common sense of getting rained on did not apply.

To me, rain was death, and wind was longing, so I was always standing inside and out to greet him.

“Are you getting rained on like a tree again?”

Ageom said that he would become a real tree and drew his sword to split the dark clouds.

The brilliant sun shone through the split clouds and shone on me.

It’s a warm and dazzling sunshine.

It’s so obvious that it’s floating in the sky.

That was the sun.

“Ah….”

The sun was floating in the sky as if it could be caught in my hand, but heavy rain was still pouring down.

The split dark clouds are reattached to cover the sunlight and pour out rainwater.

“Have you mastered Mokshintong [a technique to become one with trees] and become a real tree? Why are you just getting rained on like that? I’m here, but are you just going to stay like that?”

“Do you know that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Trees grow when it rains.”

“Well, that’s probably true.”

“But a tree that gets rained on without the sun boils inside, gets sick, and eventually rots.”

Once it starts to rot, bugs that smell it like ghosts start to swarm.

They eat away at the tree’s body and lay eggs inside, digging in for generations.

“Then the tree dies helplessly. Do you know why that happens?”

“It must be because there is no sun.”

“That’s right. It’s because there is no sun. Without the sun, the tree dies.”

Even those tall, sturdy trees cannot grow and begin to rot without the sun.

The sun is essential for trees.

“I was like that too.”

I just didn’t know.

It was so natural to have it that I didn’t know what would happen if it disappeared.

It was natural… I thought there was something more important than that.

What was important to me was the grace of my teacher rather than relationships, and I thought it was natural to step on the same disciples for the sake of the high sky.

It’s a world made like that.

I thought it was a world created by the teacher. I thought that dividing the boundaries of the land and making Geonwonhae rise in the center was such a thing.

So I killed him.

Even after seeing his death, I was indifferent. Because the many things that would be achieved by his death would benefit me.

I was rather looking forward to it.

The changes that will appear anew.

“But rather, that was what was rotting me.”

His death was something that would plunge the world into misery.

Cheonji Wonki [primordial energy of the universe] overflowed throughout the world, and thanks to that, many people, including me, broke down the walls. We called it Wonhyeong [a state of enlightenment], and the lower ones soon called it Wonhyeong Shinseon [enlightened celestial being] and revered it.

But that was the beginning.

San died.

As a result, many people in Sangcheon ascended to Wonseon [celestial immortals] and wielded their power.

When the Supreme Being of Sangcheon disappeared, Shinseons who sprang up like mushrooms after rain started a war.

Chaos was caused again.

I didn’t care until then.

It could be.

It’s something to handle.

His death was achieved by my own hands.

It was a change caused by the balance of power created by his existence being broken.

I gained a lot from his death.

We had to endure it entirely.

But there was one thing we were overlooking.

His death was beneficial to us.

But in other words, we lost San.

San’s vacancy was an emptiness that could not be filled.

To us.

Above all, to me.

His death was an emptiness and futility that could not be filled.

Only then did I realize.

That he was the light to me.

That was when.

The common goal was divided like a fork in the road.

The Seon [cultivation] world was divided in half.

Yedong always tried to kill us, and we had no reason to fight him.

It was a natural measure.

And I, too, no longer had a reason to be with Ageom.

So I left.

Like he did someday.

I just walked and walked wherever my feet took me.

I just walked through the distant years.

I walked even when the sea came out, I walked even when the land came out, and I walked no matter what came out.

I walked and walked again.

But even if I did that, nothing was filled, and rather, only longing for him and piercing regret lingered.

He was the sunshine to me.

He was the sun that would always be there, the warm sunshine, and the sparkling light.

But to me, who lost him, all that was left was a kneeling and rotting body.

“The swaying grass and trees are due to the wind, but why does a person’s heart sway so much even when the wind doesn’t blow?”

Simma [inner demons] began to come from the unstable heart that was swaying aimlessly.

My sunlight became Simma, eating away at me and killing me.

Even so, all I can do is walk and walk again, just following in his footsteps.

When it became difficult to maintain my sanity like a tree that was gradually getting sick.

I arrived at the place where his name was widely spread.

Gaegye Ogyeong [a sacred place].

The land where his touch and warmth were contained.

I decided to settle here.

The place where he stayed peacefully during his lifetime.

I wanted to remember him in Gaegye Ogyeong, apologize to him, and die.

Someday, when I die and reincarnate, I hope that the bond with him will be connected again, and I will protect the land he protected until I am buried in the soil and disappear.

“You….”

But there was a Seongaek [guest] here.

His partner.

Jurin protected this land.

I killed him, and I didn’t need to kill her, so I didn’t kill Jurin with the disgusting word tolerance.

As soon as I saw her, I knelt down.

I apologized with tears.

I begged for days and nights, saying that I didn’t know, I was sorry, and I wanted to revive him with my death if I could.

I didn’t even want forgiveness.

I just let her know my heart.

At first, Rin, who thoroughly ignored me and even tried to kill me, gradually began to say a word or two to me.

“I’m going to bring him back to life.”

I thought it was ridiculous.

The souls that enter Geonwon Haejeong are completely decomposed and disappear.

To be exact, it is reduced.

It was impossible to revive him.

“A strand of San’s Bunhon is alive.”

My eyes widened.

Vitality sprouted as if heat had been implanted in a body that had lost its body temperature.

As if the lake covered with ink had been completely purified by a drop of purified water, the erosion caused by Simma also disappeared.

“You can save him.”

It was as if a ray of light was shining.

But at the same time.

The shade also covered me.

‘If he comes back to life?’

It is right to kill the fellow disciples who killed him right away.

And he would approach his partner and embrace her with warm warmth.

Unlike him.

‘Rin is alive, so.’

Then what if.

What if Rin dies?

Wouldn’t he look at me, who is apologizing, instead of Rin? If I am the only one who sees him under this desolate Sangcheon.

Wouldn’t that be possible?

‘No, there’s no need to kill her.’

There’s no need to kill her.

Why kill her.

“I’ll just become you.”