Rebirth of the Thunder God

"Is the Esoteric Sect's Great Hand Seal really in the Imperial Palace's secret repository?"

'?!'

Namgung Hui, who was eavesdropping on the story, was so startled that he almost revealed his presence.

The words 'Esoteric Sect's Great Hand Seal' were that surprising.

And since it was a martial art that Namgung Hui was learning, he couldn't help but react.

And he immediately understood why the lamas had brought up those words.

‘Although the Esoteric Sect's Great Hand Seal is a martial art of the Esoteric Sect, if you trace back its roots, there were many times when the Great Dharma King of the Potala Palace used it.’

When you think about it, the Esoteric Sect itself was a religion derived from the Potala Palace.

Since it was an abbreviation for Secret Buddhism.

It would be easy to think of it as a secret society or a small elite group.

‘As far as I know, it was an organization to keep the Great Dharma King in check, fearing that he would become corrupt.’

Perhaps one of those checks was to smuggle out the Esoteric Sect's Great Hand Seal.

As if Namgung Hui's speculation was correct, the lamas' words continued.

"We have come to recover the Esoteric Sect's Great Hand Seal that you have presented. If you are just spouting nonsense to draw us in!"

Although the lama had not performed any action, the wine cup on the table exploded.

If it was a talent that could destroy an object without even using the Art of Grasping from the Void, it meant that he had trained steadily even after opening his upper Dantian.

As far as Namgung Hui knew, the lamas of the Potala Palace were skilled in fist and leg arts based on flexible arts, but this was the first time he had seen such a strange talent.

‘The Potala Palace has changed a lot during the 60 years I was asleep. Well. Even mountains and rivers change in 10 years. There's no law that says they can't change.’

Perhaps they had developed such a talent to improve their martial arts, which were biased towards flexible arts.

Because if one were biased to one side, it would be fatal if a method to break it appeared.

The leader of the Mad Wind Group, trying to suppress his anger, burst into a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha! What's a monk doing with such a quick temper? Our Hoicheon Association is a place that has even taken control of the Imperial Palace. It's not a place that would make empty boasts over a mere palm technique."

"A mere palm technique!"

"Oops. I have misspoken. I apologize. Anyway. Besides that, our Imperial Palace's secret repository is full of all sorts of rare spirit medicines and the ultimate arts of each sect. Go and see for yourself, as if you were being deceived once."

The two lamas exchanged glances.

Although Beijing, where the Imperial Palace was, was far away.

Considering the matter, they had to go even if it meant crossing the sea to the East.

If the Esoteric Sect's Great Hand Seal was really there.

The leader of the Mad Wind Group, while caressing the buttocks of Mungchi, who had turned into a woman, said.

"Wench. The wine cup is broken. Are you just going to stand there? Go and bring a new wine cup at once."

Mungchi trembled for a moment and then obediently stood up to get a wine cup.

If he were to resist here, it would surely turn into a fight.

At Mungchi's patience, he realized that he had certainly become a spirit beast.

‘Mungchi has also changed a lot in 60 years. Who would think that's a monkey?’

But still, there was something that hadn't changed.

That was human greed.

To be precise, it was the lamas' obsession with the Great Hand Seal.

"The Great Dharma King said that if you want the cooperation of the Potala Palace, the Great Hand Seal alone is not enough. The Great Hand Seal is a condition for only the Great Dharma King to move. If you want the military power of the Potala Palace, you need a corresponding price."

Although the leader of the Mad Wind Group wanted to scold him for being greedy for a monk, since he had made this meeting with difficulty, he didn't want to ruin it.

Besides, as he had said before, he didn't think the Great Hand Seal was that great of a martial art, so he implicitly thought the lamas' demands were reasonable.

"Well, so our Association is also planning to reward you generously. If you have something specific you want, please tell me."

The lama, who had exchanged glances with his companion, opened his mouth.

"What we want are two of the 72 ultimate arts of the Shaolin Temple and 100,000 nyang of silver."

The leader of the Mad Wind Group, whose expression hardened.

In his opinion, the ultimate arts of the Shaolin Temple had more weight than the Great Hand Seal.

Besides, 100,000 nyang of silver? That was an amount he couldn't earn even if he plundered for his entire life.

Since they were asking for both, not just one, he couldn't help but be frustrated.

But just as Mungchi was exercising patience, the leader of the Mad Wind Group also had no choice but to exercise patience.

"Hohoho... The Potala Palace was such a great place. This old Wang, who just plunders for a living, didn't recognize it. This is not something I can do on my own authority, so I'll have to report it to my superiors. Until then, please relax in our barracks. Hey! The wine here is empty. Bring new women too!"

The leader of the Mad Wind Group, as if his excitement had cooled, even sent Mungchi outside.

Mungchi, thinking it was a good thing, quickly ran out of the hut.

‘Ugh...! I'll never disguise myself as a woman again. I almost got sick from the shame.’

But Mungchi's ordeal did not end there.

"Wench. Where are you trying to sneak off to? Get over here!"

Of course, if they were kidnapped women, their treatment would be obvious.

They would probably be locked up somewhere and kept barely alive.

Then, if they got sick, they would be disposed of immediately. That was the fate of kidnapped people.

Mungchi, while carving the character for 'patience' three times, was about to follow the bandit.

Suddenly, a hand appeared from the void and quickly snatched him away.

It was so quick and stealthy that the bandit group leading the women didn't even know Mungchi had disappeared.

-Mungchi. It's Dad.

-Dad?

-Yes. It's about time. I've roughly found out the information I needed to know. It's time for my brother to send a signal.

-Phew... That's a relief. I really thought I was going to get into trouble.

Namgung Hui patted Mungchi's head as if he had gone through a lot.

And since there was a slight revision to the plan they had made in advance, he told Mungchi.

-Mungchi. Try not to kill the lamas if possible.

-Why? Didn't you say to kill them all because they were blood monks?

-I'm saying that because it seems there will be more to gain by letting them live. Well, if you really don't have the leisure in your hands, you can kill them. Anyway, they won't be joining the Hoicheon Association.

Cutting off the Potala Palace's joining was also a great gain.

On top of that, if what Namgung Hui intended worked, he could even aim for a windfall.

Soon, as if the time had come, a signal came from Jang Hwang.

Namgung Hui put the swaying talisman in his bosom and then sent a telepathic message to Mungchi.

-The operation begins.

-Alright! I'll take the leader of the Mad Wind Group!

Mungchi, who immediately transformed into his main body.

As the large xingxing suddenly destroyed the hut and went on a rampage, the bandit group was flustered and showed a look of confusion.

Although they were guys who had learned martial arts quite a bit, this situation itself would be unfamiliar.

On top of that, the palm technique that Namgung Hui had poured out also played a part.

"M-My internal energy isn't moving...!"

"Me too!"

"Damn it! It's poison!"

The bandit group, who belatedly realized they had been hit by a skill-scattering poison.

Who would poison their own drinking water?

They were resistant to most poisons, and the skill-scattering poison was quite difficult to obtain even on the market.

But who was Namgung Hui?

He also had a deep connection with the Sichuan Tang family.

He had had the skill-scattering poison before, not knowing when he would use it.

‘I knew there would be a time to use it so usefully.’

That was thanks to the rich experience he had accumulated since the Righteous-Demonic War.

Even in the battle between the Sichuan Tang family and the Demonic Cult, such tricks were common.

Although it was a bit of a waste to use it to deal with a mere bandit group, if it worked so effectively, there was no need to refuse.

"Kraaak!"

"It's a monkey monster!"

"L-Leader! Please save me!"

Mungchi did not go easy on the bandits and tore them all to shreds.

It was a cruel hand, so much so that anyone who saw it would mistake him for a monster, but the bandits had nothing to say even if they died like that.

Originally, the dead had no words.

And so, as the situation worsened, the leader of the Mad Wind Group, who could no longer watch, immediately jumped at Mungchi.

"A Ape! You're the one who protects the six-tailed fox? This is good. I was planning to capture the six-tailed fox soon, but to think you'd come on your own. Hahaha!"

Mungchi, who became even more enraged when Nahi was mentioned.

He beat his chest wildly and even snorted.

[How dare you! You mention Nahi with that dirty mouth? Let's see you die today!]

And so, Mungchi, who had let out a roar, and the leader of the Mad Wind Group got entangled and turned the chaotic scene into a pandemonium.

The bandits who had lost their internal energy were swept away by the aftermath of the fight and screamed here and there.

And Namgung Hui, while performing his stealth art, added to the bandits' screams.

And so, the moment he had slaughtered about half of the bandit group in an instant.

A strange energy surged from behind Namgung Hui.

"An assassin has snuck in. The poison was also your work."

"Om mani padme hum. Such a wicked and lawless person! It seems I must open the killing precept."

"For a blood monk, you're good with your words. I don't have time, so both of you, come at me at once."

Currently, except for the leader, the vice-leader and the executives were all out.

Jang Hwang had briefly mentioned that they had gone to receive the supplies provided by the Hoicheon Association.

So now was the best time to attack the Mad Wind Group.

Perhaps when those people returned, the lamas would also try to leave for the Imperial Palace at that time.

But they could never go to the Imperial Palace.

‘I'll make sure they can't go, one way or another.’

Although Namgung Hui could just crush them with force, he thought that was a poor strategy.

The best way was to make them turn their steps on their own.

And if he could make them harbor hostility towards the Hoicheon Association, there would be nothing better.

Namgung Hui, with a wicked smile.

Immediately sent a palm technique at the lamas.

[Esoteric Sect's Great Hand Seal. Rakshasa's Palm. Unsurpassed.]

Namgung Hui's palm gradually grew in size and was dyed black.

The form of a large palm that appeared, as the name of the Great Hand Seal suggested.

And it wasn't just Namgung Hui's palm technique that was growing.

The pupils of the lamas who were facing it.

Their pupils expanded in an instant, and as if they couldn't believe it, they even let out a shout.

"T-The Esoteric Sect's Great Hand Seal!!!"

"Amitabha! Senior brother. Is this really the Great Hand Seal?"

Before they could even finish their words, they had to face the Great Hand Seal that Namgung Hui had sent, so their conversation had no choice but to be cut off.

The Great Hand Seal, which was even stronger than before.

As the days went by, his understanding of the Great Hand Seal deepened, and he became more proficient.

Now, under the heavens, there would be no one who could perform the Great Hand Seal better than Namgung Hui.

Well, since there was no one who had learned it besides Namgung Hui, even if someone were to enter it late, he was confident he would not be caught up.

"It's definitely the Great Hand Seal! The pitch-black Ki. On top of that, the form of a large palm! More than anything, the unfathomable depth of the internal energy is certainly similar to that of our Potala Palace."

They, too, must be seeing the Great Hand Seal for the first time.

Besides, the depth of the internal energy was something he felt because Namgung Hui's level was that high, but Namgung Hui did not correct this.

Rather, the deeper their misunderstanding, the better it was.

"Senior brother. If so, what should we do? Are you saying that the Great Hand Seal that the Hoicheon Association was said to give is already in that person's hands?"

"That's right. The fact that he suddenly appeared so coincidentally means that the Great Dharma King's prophecy was correct."

"Are you saying that if we follow that bandit, we can see the Great Hand Seal?"

"Yes. Although what we actually saw was not a manual but the real Great Hand Seal, the Great Dharma King also did not say it was a manual."

Although Namgung Hui could have pushed them further, he gave them enough time to harbor hostility towards the Hoicheon Association.

As a result, as Namgung Hui had expected, they expressed their anger towards the Hoicheon Association.

"As expected, the bandit group is not to be trusted. Rather, since we don't have to go all the way to Beijing, it's a good thing for us. Junior brother. Since we've confirmed the existence of the Great Hand Seal, we will return with all our might!"

"Yes! I will open the way."

Although Namgung Hui had no intention of stopping them, he just pretended to chase them, wondering if they would notice his scheme.

-Hwik!!

But without even having to pretend, the lama's body suddenly disappeared.

The way he fled was so much so that he wondered if he could catch up even if he used all his might.

A great lightness skill, so much so that it was reminiscent of the art of shrinking the earth.

His legs stretched out, and the speed at which he ran was like light.

‘Well, good. If they return to the Potala Palace, at least they won't join the Hoicheon Association.’

Still, there were a few words that bothered him, but since the person who had learned the Great Hand Seal was a fictional character named Jang Cheol, all he had to do was disappear.

Rather, if they were to clash with the Hoicheon Association to chase the whereabouts of that Great Hand Seal, it was what Namgung Hui had hoped for.

And so, as the lama disappeared.

-Kudangtangtang!

Mungchi was thrown towards Namgung Hui.

And he was spouting a lot of blood.

(End of Chapter)