Chapter 150 Boundary (1)
‘A disciple…’
It was unexpected, but maybe this was an opportunity. Although he didn’t seem to be in his right mind, he could still receive the instruction of a master who was equivalent to Cheonma. However, to prioritize emotion instead of reason…
“…”
He didn’t like it. Could he make a compromise with himself like this? Could he bow nine times to become a disciple when he didn’t want to, suppressed by a coercive power? Of course, the answer was set. Even if he died while chasing after his emotions, it might as well make him dead.
“I’ll… bow.”
It was an enemy that he couldn’t win against. He’d gained dozens of skills through {Predation}, and through powers with good synergy, he’d grown at a rate like a tiger with wings. Nevertheless, Heavenly Buddha was stronger than the current him. He’d poured everything into it, but he only took one out of his nine lives, and that was only possible because he was lucky.
That was why…
‘A nobleman’s revenge is not too late even if it takes ten years.’
He decided to sharpen a knife in his mind, engraving that proverb in his bones.
“For a nobleman to take revenge, ten years is not too late.”
“…!”
He was caught at a glance.
“What are you surprised about? Even if you try to hide it, your voice is already spiteful. I can see your thoughts clearly through Maitreya’s eyes.”
“…”
Yoon-seok did not make excuses. However, unexpectedly, Heavenly Buddha did not care much about this issue.
“Forget it. If you don’t mean it, everything will be pointless. I will receive your bow later. Stop immediately and come here.”
As Yoon-seok approached, Heavenly Buddha delicately peeled off the mask covering his face and spoke affectionately.
“You still can gain enlightenment even if we’re not in an official master-pupil relationship. I will do the minimal preparations to preach.”
Minimal preparation? He didn’t know what that was. However, his instincts rang the alarm at the word. Perhaps more enthusiastically than when his life was actively threatened.
“…What are you trying to do?”
What could it be? What the hell was he trying to do to him? When Yoon-seok stepped back, Heavenly Buddha scratched his golden glowing bald head.
“I will shave the ignorant grass growing from your head, a symbol of anguish, and put a symbol of enlightenment on your forehead.”
“But I’m not a disciple yet. I don’t think it’s too late to do it then.”
“All human beings are disciples of Maitreya Buddha upon coming into the world.”
“But I don’t intend to devote myself to Buddhism.”
“…So the Devil is involved.”
Devil, the magic word that arrived when logic lacked or there was no will to allow for persuasion. Yoon-seok cursed in his thoughts.
‘Damn it.’
He didn’t think they could communicate. When he wondered if he had no choice but to give up his dignity to live at last, Heavenly Buddha intercepted.
“How can you be so hesitant to break ties with the world? Do you have a wife left behind?”
A ray of light leaked through the cracks of despair. Yoon-seok nodded after a moment of silence. He didn’t have a wife, but this monk didn’t need to know that. Yoon-seok desperately hypnotized himself in case he was caught by telepathy again. He didn’t know why, but the first woman that came to mind was none other than Elle.
“Yes. My wife is waiting for me.”
He felt like a third-class villain begging for his life because of his sick old mother, but, simply put, there was nothing he wouldn’t do if he could protect his dignity.
“Wife… is she pretty?”
“…?”
He couldn’t understand. Did he hear correctly?
“What do you mean pretty…?”
“Hmm, it’s not that. Never mind. A punk like you has a wife, so I’ll let the bowing ceremony, ordination ceremony, and engraving pass for now.”
He was hastily trying to change the subject. And as if he was unsatisfied, the way he called him changed from you to ‘you punk.’ But, Yoon-seok swallowed the complaint. He didn’t know why, but there was no reason to risk everything when he was letting it go.
“Good for you, Amitabha…”
Heavenly Buddha recited the Buddhist prayer quietly. Regaining his composure, he looked back to Yoon-seok.
“The plan has changed. I will not take you as a disciple.”
Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire; the seven emotions that a person is born with. He had no clue why, but the voice of the Heavenly Buddha seemed to now contain anger.
He gladly accepted it, but he was curious about the reason. That would determine whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. When Yoon-seok asked why, unable to hide his helplessness, Heavenly Buddha replied dejectedly.
“To learn my secret teachings, you have to throw away perversion. However, even I am not confident in defeating the lewd Devil in your head.”
He just said he had a wife. However, he spoke as if he was a sex-driven demon who only thought about that all day long. It was ridiculous, but Yoon-seok didn’t say anything. There was nothing new about it because he knew already that this crazy monk was out of his mind.
However, feeling frustrated, Yoon-seok couldn’t help but continue to ask.
“So, what are you going to do?”
The ideal situation was that he walked away, saying it couldn’t be helped. The worst outcome would be if he tried to smash his head, saying that he would eliminate the weeds. Since he couldn’t be his master, he wanted to hear the answer quickly, even if it led to despair.
“Does it mean you must become a disciple…?”
“…”
“I cannot stand by what you will do to the world.”
The answer Heavenly Buddha replied with was as clear as day.
‘In the end, is this what happens…?’
Leaving his sorrow behind, Yoon-seok clutched his sword. Even if it was a fight he had no chance of winning, he didn’t intend to put his neck out and wait for death.
Fight until the end. With that thought, he shot a glare at Heavenly Buddha and gathered his breath.
“From what you’ve done, you seem to have nothing but a slaughter in your mind.”
Heavenly Buddha smirked.
“At least before you leave, I will purify your mind.”
“…?”
Yoon-seok tilted his head and swallowed. If he understood correctly, it seemed like he was saying that he would not kill him.
“Then I’ll start the teaching.”
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