Chapter 174

Kwangseung and Gu Man fight on the Yangtze River, and a familiar scent wafts between them.
Kwangseung’s eyes widen. As Gu Man strikes out with his Unworldly Sword, a Buddhist chant rings in his ears.
Guanjiajia bodhisattva, hsin xim vajravarmil dasi.
Seeing that the five aggregates are all empty, all suffering and misery are revealed.
Where it comes from.
The verses of the Vajrayana Sutra unfold in a vast expanse. The voice of the Buddha is heard in the ears of the adept.
Never before has the Bodhisattva been filled with such a deep fragrance of Buddhahood. No, it’s something he’s familiar with, but he didn’t expect to hear it on the Yangtze River.
And he tells him.
“What a foolish choice to make, death, what a foolish choice to make.”
The sacrifice of a deeply-minded monk is never in vain.
* * *
A dry, airy palm touches the tip of Namgung Mubai’s thunderous sword.
Kaaaaang!
The sound of steel clashing against steel, followed by a multitude of splintering auras.
As if seeing is not always believing, the aura between them explodes and splits.
As soon as Nan Gongmu Bai takes a deep breath, a warm aura seeps into his back.
Sari-za, colorless void, empty void, colorless color.
All things come into being through interaction and vice versa.
Form is emptiness. Emptiness is form.
Feelings, thoughts and consciousness (feelings, thoughts and consciousness) are also like this (also are like this).
Even if you see it, know it; even if you hear it empty, know that all things are intertwined.
A tiny golden lotus blossoms.
Seeing that which has no substance,
understand the laws of impermanence, trance, and smoke, and be free from all suffering.
Nangong Mubai’s gaze falls on Huang Bozhong, who is fighting with Shangguan Shixiong. Huang Bozhong’s gaze is intertwined with Namgung’s.
Who is speaking to whom.
The voice we hear belongs to Hye-yeon, but to whom is it directed?
But you can intuitively tell.
that this is not their fight alone.
* * *
Tu Quang!
Jie Gal Zhu Hu stepped back, looking at the half-destroyed pavilion, and then at Black Tiger, who threw himself into Qimen Town, barely breathing as he was carried by his hand.
Haepyo’s dagger lingered in the darkness, his blade no match for the black tiger.
As an unarmed killer, Haepyo is skilled in all forms of tracheotomy. He’s also experienced in disarming traps and torture of all kinds.
Against such a man, even the Jegalese family’s divine technology would be shattered.
A hopeless situation.
Then.
Sari za tense Dharma Emptiness is impermanent.
Impermanence, non-increase, non-decrease.
In all phenomena, there is no arising and no passing away.
Nothing is dirty, nothing is clean.
There is no increase, no decrease.
This is the airless, colorless, and unconditioned consciousness.
No matter, no sensation, no perception, no thought, no consciousness.
None of them has any substance.
Two words of Buddhadharma reached the ears of Jingalzu Hu.
They revitalize his whole body.
Even the exhausted Black Tiger is energized.
I see. Hye-yeon has left everything for the next best thing.
She’s gone far away to a good place.
* * *
“No eyes, no ears, no tongue, no body, no color, no flavor.
The no-eye realm and the no-consciousness realm.
Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and body.
And even consciousness is insubstantial: no color, no sound, no scent, no taste, no touch.
Even phenomena are insubstantial; there is no distinction between seeing and being conscious of seeing.
A phrase rang in my ears,
gathering on all sides of the iron-blooded band, and gradually entering their hearts.
Mumu-mu-ming, reverse Mumu-mu-mingjin.
Not being old is not being old.
Not knowing these things makes no difference,
nor does knowing make any difference.
There is no growing old and dying,
so there is no need to be bound by old age and death.
The Iron Blood Army was surrounded by hundreds upon hundreds.
Surrounded by hundreds of them, exhausted and unable to think straight.
The golden glow of the blade’s tip refills your spirit as much as your body.
The will to fight,
the thought to fight,
and the judgment to fight.
The will to fight, the thought to fight, the judgment to fight.
* * *
There is no path of suffering, no place, no gain, no wisdom, no gain.
To gain nothing, bodhisatta, bhikkhus, bhāvanāvaramilda.
Suffering, and wisdom.
Both have no substance, no cause, no passing away, no way.
Only the truth as it is must be seen to be revealed.
Revolutionizing, the golden radiance in his heart gradually grew. Zhongnan’s swordsmen repair the sword. Hye-yeon’s radiance is permeating him as well.
The next verse reads.
“The heartlessness of the heart, the fearlessness of the heart, the fearlessness of the heart.
Principle of conveying dreams Seeing nirvana.
When there is nothing to grasp, when there is nothing to grasp, there is nothing to fear.
Beyond all false beliefs, no questions remain,
The truth as it is will be revealed.
When I look at the fallen members of the Orthodox School, I realize that I have done something I should not have done.
They realize only in hindsight that they have harmed a noble spirit.
They realize it’s too late.
But.
The Buddhas of the Three Worlds follow Prajnaparamita.
Therefore, he attained A-tara-san-sambodhi.
Even now.
And in the future.
Open your eyes to the truth as it is.
Hye-yeon’s mysterious words set the tip of Hyuk-ri-gon’s sword in motion.
“May you be born as my friend in the afterlife. ”
His last words,
changed both Revolutionary Ligon and the people of the Sect of the South.
“Ugh. What are you doing, changing now?”
Galpyeong let out a short burst of laughter.
“Funny people. Funny.”
“In order to turn fear into courage, I think we need to let go of the ego, as they say in Buddhism. To do so, one must have right view, and right view begins with the realization that the world is endlessly changing, which is the right perception of the Three Noble Truths. If you have the right perception of the Three Noble Truths, you can overcome your ego. Only through right view can one overcome self-delusion. ”
Despite Galpyeong’s ridiculous laughter, Hyuk-ri-gon looked at Galpyeong with a blank expression.
Galpyeong saw a look in his eyes that vaguely reminded him of someone else, and he opened his mouth.
“You killed T’ang-joong with your own sword, and now you want to honor him. I can’t believe it.”
I’m speechless. Nonetheless, Revolutionary Gon’s blade is raised, and all the martial artists of the Zongnan Sect follow suit. Only then does he face Shi Fai Tian with a calm face.
The corner of Galpyeong’s mouth twitches.
“You’ve killed everyone else for the sake of Zongnan, and now you’re here?”
“It’s a shame……. I probably won’t be forgiven.”
“Rather, join hands with me. If you join hands with me, at least you’ll have a place to stand when this war is over.”
If only it were the old Revolutionary War.
No, even if it had been the Revolutionary War.
He might have wavered, because his attachment to Jong-nam and his attachment to life were so strong.
However, he once said.
“I’m going to die here. I hope it will be as a friend of the gods, but it won’t be.”
He glanced up, and the tip of the sword he’d been holding out to the world unfurled like a river, flowing through the dirt.
A flash of light, and the scent of fire.
The weight of his punishment sprinkled over him.
“In the afterlife, I will spend the rest of my life atoning to the gods, and to the members of the sect who died before me.”
Poof!
* * *
When I turned to face them, everyone was already dying.
The cowering Revolutionary Guard, the countless swordsmen of Zhongnan.
Hundreds of dead bodies of the opposition.
“Kuluk! Kuluk!”
All those with a one-sided consciousness were dying. The gaping hole in his left breast was very large. Somehow, his will to live had kept him alive.
“…… You’re here. Kuluk, kuluk.”
I realize that even a dry cough is a struggle for a dying man. I looked at him and opened my mouth to speak.
“Galpyeong. You wouldn’t have gotten far…….”
It was Yusin. Yusin, a longtime member of the Volcanic Sect.
“Leave the …… behind.”
“Thank you. Hye, Ambassador Hyeon will be…….”
“Don’t worry.”
In the distance, you can see the beggars of the open road carrying the corpses of the political faction members. The Red Ark had brought all the beggars of the open road to work. All but those who move for information have been mobilized.
One corpse stands out to me.
His eyes have been gouged out so he can’t see.
His arms were cut off so he couldn’t hold a sword.
His legs were crippled and he could not walk.
“……Hyuk-ri-gon.”
“Are you not resentful?”
“Do you hear the words of Ambassador Hye-yeon?”
Yoo Shin-ja, even he is dying.
Perhaps he is still alive, the source of the strength to speak his last words to me.
“I hear you.”
Suddenly, the words of the Buddha, the Buddha’s words, are ringing in my ears.
In the time of the late Śākyamuni Vajrayāvārāṇḍa, the time of the great god Shinju.
Nothingness, nothingness, nothingness, nothingness, nothingness, nothingness, nothingness, nothingness, nothingness, nothingness, nothingness, nothingness, nothingness.
Remember. See things as they are.
You will see the truth, and that is the only sure path.
May you be able to reach the truth beyond all difficulties.
Therefore, it is said that Prajnaparamita is said to be true.
I will tell you so.
Saying thus
Jie Chang, Jie Chang, Polo Jie Chang, Polo monk Jie Chang, Bodhi, Satva.
Jie Chang, Jie Chang, Polo Jie Chang, Polo monk Jie Chang, Bodhi, Satva.
Aje, aje, baraje, bara seungje, moji sabaha.
It’s all here.
Right here, right now, all here.
Open my eyes.
Open my eyes.
In the voice of none other than Hye-yeon.
The betrayal of the Revolutionaries, the death of Hye-yeon,
and Hye-yeon’s final words to enlighten the Junta.
Awaken the spirit,
and see the truth.
The threats of Sapa abound.
Warnings of death abound.
How can you stick a knife in your back?
Know your fears, know your judgment.
What to do, what to look for.
And what to do.
All the stories were told at Hye-yeon’s expense.
And digging deep in their hearts, they remain intact.
Maybe it’s the arrangement he left behind, I thought.
I thought.
I wondered if anyone could be as memorable in death as the monk.