The Western Highlands of Sichuan Province was like a giant folding screen, blocking the Central Plains1 and Saibei.2
It was almost impossible for an ordinary person to cross the Western Highlands and go out. Of course, it is possible for those with exceptional courage or superior physical strength, but they also had to risk their lives to cross the highlands.
Of course, there were roads leading to Saibei, but the borders were so tight that anyone without permission could not pass.
When you pass through the gate of Saibei, the area facing Sichuan is called Xizang.
The hidden area of the west, hence the name Xizang.3
Xizang has been an object of respect for people since ancient times.
Occasionally, the masters of Xizang moved to Jianghu and caused great incidents, but all of them were in vain and instilled great fear in the people. So people thought that there were a lot of scary masters in Xizang.
What people think is half right and half wrong.
Not all of the martial artists in Xizang were that strong and fearful. However, some sects had a potential that was no less than that of Jianghu’s Daemun faction.4
One of them was Xiaoleiyin Temple.5
After entering Xizang and walking west for a month, an area called Namling Forest was found. As the name suggests, it is a place with a huge forest, and people are reluctant to approach it even in broad daylight.
There was an old temple in Namling Forest,6 which was Xiaoleiyin.
Xiaoleiyin Temple did not allow the public to enter. In addition, there was a thick cloud cover all year round. So ordinary people could not even get close, let alone get in.
It was this morning that the peace of Xiaoleiyin Temple, which had only been quiet, was broken. Suddenly a visitor came.
They crossed Xizang with two coffins on their backs and arrived at the Xiaoleiyin Temple. At their visit, the thick cloud that surrounded Xiaoleiyin Temple disappeared and the road was opened.
The visitors climbed the stairs one by one with their coffins on their backs and finally arrived at the Xiaoleiyin Temple.
They lowered the coffin they were carrying, then clapped their necks and shouted.
“Hyeolbul7, the lawful servant who is in charge of life and death in the world. Your disciples suffered tragic events due to our lack of power. Please relieve us of this injustice.”
They repeated the same words over and over in unison. Tears were flowing from their eyes as they bowed their heads.
After a while, someone appeared with a knock on the wooden table.
They were monks who wore clothes red as blood.
At the center of the monks who radiated extraordinary energy, there was an old monk with a particularly majestic aura.
An ominous red atmosphere was flowing around the old monk. With a rosary the size of a walnut in his hand, the old monk bowed his head.
He looked at the visitors.
“Aren’t you the disciples who were sent out to Sichuan?”
“Yes. We are the disciples who went out to the fortress under the command of the dignified former Beopjong.8“
“Then, did you guys come back to being fishermen? I’m sure that the former Beopjong must have ordered you to establish a base in Sichuan.”
“Kill me, my disciples have lost our sect leader and young master and we were chased out like a dog. Please release this injustice. Huhuhu!”
The visitors sobbed and wept.
They were the survivors of the Thunder Gates.
After losing Mu Jeong-jin, the Qingcheng sect released the disciples of the Thunder Gates. However, the disciples who lost both their sect leader and young master had no place to relieve their injustice.
So, while carrying the coffins with the bodies of the two men on their backs, they walked a long way to find Xiaoleiyin Temple, which can be said to be their origin.
“What happened? I’ve heard that you have successfully settled down in Sichuan.”
“Huhu! That’s—”
The disciples of Thunder Gates began to recount what had happened in Chengdu at length.
The young master, Nam Ho-san, was killed by an assassin ordered by the Qingcheng sect, and Tae Yeon-ho, who went to hold the Qingcheng sect accountable, was killed by Mu Jeong-jin.
“Hmm!”
Hearing all the stories of the mourning Thunder Gates disciples, an intense gaze was emitted from the eyes of Hyeolbul.
It was his master, Jeondae Beopchong, who took advantage of the seclusion period between the Qingcheng and Emei sect and sent some of his disciples back to infiltrate Sichuan.
After establishing a bridgehead, his plan was to see an opportunity in the future and enter Sichuan.
With the support of the Xiaoleiyin Temple and the plan of Jeondae Beopjong, the Thunder gates has steadily built its foundation.
Although the plan to enter Chengdu was delayed because of the Qingcheng and Emei sect, Hyul Bul was satisfied by the fact that they had laid a solid foundation.
If they continue to wait, there will definitely be a gap someday, and then entering the midfield was not a dream.
Only if the Thunder Gates is alive and well.
But both the sect leader and the young master of the Thunder Gates, who had been raised so painstakingly, were killed. Their foundation in Sichuan has been completely blown away.
The monks who were escorting Hyeolbul asked themselves.
“How dare the Qingcheng sect destroy one of our bases. This cannot be overlooked. What do you guys think?”
“It must not be overlooked. The Qingcheng sect must have known that the Thunder gates is a school related to the Xiaoleiyin Temple. Still, killing the head master and young master of the Thunder Gates is clearly an act of contempt for the Xiaoleiyin Temple. If we leave them as it is, many will ridicule our main sect.”
“Yes. If we ignore it, it is clear that many people will look down on Xiaoleiyin Temple in the future.”
The monks who stood guard for Hyeolbul were the top monks of the Xiaoleiyin Temple. They all insisted on taking revenge on behalf of the Thunder Gates.
Hyeolbul was having similar thoughts. Whatever the reason, they cannot condone this incident.
“Send Heukam9 to take care of this.”
“We take your orders.”
Heukam bowed deeply with his hands joined together.
No one raised any objection.
The existence of the Heukam was special in the Xiaoleiyin Temple.
Hyeolbul murmured.
“I’ll make you regret touching the Xiaoleiyin Temple.”
* * *
Pyo-wol left the guest house.
After the meeting that day, Hong Yushin did not appear again. But Pyo-wol knew.
The fact that Hong Yushin has not yet left Chengdu. Still, it didn’t bother him too much because he didn’t appear in front of him.
The destination of Pyo-wol was the workshop of Tang Sochu.
As soon as he arrived at the workshop, a powerful hammer sound was heard. It was the sound of Tang Sochu working.
Pyo-wol opened the door of the workshop and went inside.
The scorching heat in the workshop made it difficult to breathe. Tang Sochu was working in a harsh environment that an ordinary person would not be able to endure for even a moment.
Tang Sochu had his shirt off as he was hammering. Countless beads of sweat were forming on his body.
Tang Sochu did not even realize that Pyo-wol had arrived, as he concentrated on his work. Pyo-wol watched him work without disturbing him.
It was almost an hour or so after his work was finished.
“Whoo!”
Tang Sochu sighed and looked at the result in his hand.
It was a single sword that he labored for a day or so. There were no sword energy, it was only a sword, but there was an unusual sense of anticipation.
A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
The result was satisfactory for the amount of time he put in. Now, if the sword has a scabbard, it will be as good as any other famous sword.
After appreciating the sword for a long time, only then Tang Sochu realized later that there was someone else in the workshop.
“Uh?”
“That’s some cool stuff.”
Pyo-wol got up from his seat.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had arrived?”
“You were completely immersed in your work that I didn’t dare interrupt.”
“Thank you! Thanks to you, I was able to complete this guy without interruption.”
“It looks like you got an order.”
“That’s right! There’s been a rumor in Chengdu lately that my skills are good. So orders have increased a lot.”
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