Chapter 146 Museong (4)
A very brief moment of silence flowed.
Beneath the fallen mask of the Great Monk Museong, the face of a wretchedly shabby old man was revealed.
Sensing the changed atmosphere, the Great Monk Museong hastily moved his lips.
“Th-this is…”
“……”
The words flowed out in a time nearly as brief as a blink. But Master Munjeong’s heart had already hardened long ago.
‘Master Museong wielding demonic energy? That man is a fraud!’
Master Munjeong clenched his right hand tightly.
The pitch-black demonic energy emanating from Master Museong felt like it was swirling inside his nostrils.
“How dare someone reveal demonic energy at the main temple!”
At those words, Master Musung realized the situation had completely gone awry.
If this continued, he would face a pincer attack from the Shaolin Temple, whom he had trusted as an ally.
Master Musung urgently withdrew the demonic energy inward.
-Disciple!
At those words, Master Munjeong seemed overwhelmed by a surge of betrayal and rage, realizing he had been deceived until just now.
-Who dares call you a disciple! I know no Buddhist monk who wields demonic energy!
A silver-gray flame began to take root in Master Munjeong’s throat—more precisely, in each bead of the prayer beads hanging there.
When Master Museong sensed the impending battle and closed his eyes, only to open them again.
Master Munjeong was already clutching the prayer beads in his fist, murmuring Amitabha Buddha.
The light rippling in his pupils resembled the distant, ethereal glow one might see only in paintings.
