The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman] - Chapter 109

After leaving Danga, Jinmu headed straight northwest.

It was not long before the goal of Cheongseongsan Mountain, but due to the relaxed schedule, I could reach a village at the foot of Cheongseongsan Mountain only in the evening, well after half a day.

“Should I take a shower first?”

There was no need for haste.

What’s the rush? Cheongseong Mountain is just around the corner.

After washing my body in hot water for the first time in a while, I was going to eat leisurely and rest.

Climbing Cheongseong Mountain is tomorrow morning.

Isn’t it the same gate anyway?

You should be a shaman’s disciple and show a neat appearance, but you couldn’t visit it dirty.

Jinmu took the restaurant, paid enough for the owner and went to the room.

After resting for a while, when I heard that the water was ready, I soaked myself, sang the old time, and hummed. Did he fall asleep? When the hot water cooled down, Jinmu, who felt hungry and opened his eyes, changed into a blanket to announce that he was a member of the shaman faction and came outside to eat.

It was still bright when I came in, but before I knew it, the sun had passed and darkness had come.

I’ll eat as much meat as I want today.

But it’s our first meeting, so we can’t eat alcohol and meat in Cheongseong, right?

Until I found the second half of Yang’s heart attack, I was going to thoroughly imitate the shaman’s noble master.

“The owner?”

Jinmu’s face, which was about to order food, hardened like a stone.

It’s a restaurant with not many people.

It was a one-story space with only eight tables because it was attached to a restaurant that provided accommodation and food. But out of those eight.

“How can you be here?”

Jinmu pointed at the person in front of him with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

“I followed you.”

A woman who smiles at herself with a bowl of noodles in front of her and answers naturally.

It was a party order.

“How?”

“Walking.”

“I’m not asking you that!”

“Then what do you ask? Is this the one?”

Jinmu frowned and Dang Se-ryeong took a small bottle from his arms.

Poison?

“It’s my house.”

“…….”

“The Great Chou Jonghyang.”

“I poured it into the hangover soup.”

“One of the best things in this house. It’s in my stomach, so it doesn’t disappear even if I wash it. It’s undiluted, so the medicine will last for 10 years”

Dang Se-ryeong laughs.

Jinmu blinked at her smile.

Oh, my God

I never thought that Manrichujonghyang would have been added to Haejangguk.

“And this.”

another disease It was an unusual brown porcelain bottle.

“It’s a kind of solitude.”

“Lonely? Lonely?”

He must be mad as hell. Solitude differed from poison made up of ordinary liquids, powders, and gases.

Simply put, it’s like a parasite raised in an extremely cruel way

It is used to control the mind or to cause direct pain to the body by ingesting it

It was the most vicious poison, sometimes leading to death… that you fed it?

“What are you thinking? I ate it, not you.”

“……..?”

What does that mean?

What do you mean you’re eating? Are you trying to kill yourself?

“It’s called Chuhyanggo, the vision of Dangga. It plays the role of chasing after the Great Leaf. Unlike normal solitude, it’s harmless to the human body.”

“And you don’t know much about my talents, do you? Strangely, I heard that my sense of smell has developed since I was born. I was weak because of him. The smell was so strong that I couldn’t even eat properly.”

Oh, so you just ate the herbs? Wasn’t the smell of the herb stronger?

“I’m just saying this just in case. It’s not named Manri Chuchonghyang. I can smell it from quite a distance, if not far. I tell you again, I have a very good sense of smell, and I have eaten all the incense, so you will never escape.”

What a jerk!

I didn’t even know I would use Chuhyang High School because I didn’t have enough Manri Chuchonghyang.

Jinmu fell into the chair in an instant with a exhausted face.

What kind of girl is this?

It is a type that has never been met in the past 80 years.

Is it developed since you have a sense of smell?

Is it a dog?

The jinmu stretched its shoulders weakly. There was nothing more to say about this.

Do you want me to kill him and bury him without anyone knowing?

I was in serious trouble.

“Hey, you’re hungry, aren’t you?” Come here and sit down. I’ll order some meat, and have a drink.”

I want to scream.

I didn’t know I was this much of a sponge.

There was a famous mountain in the northwest of Sacheonseong Fortress and the southwest of Gwanhyeon. The numerous peaks covered with deep blue trees in all four seasons were named Cheongseong because they were like fortresses.

And the reason why the name became more famous was because of Cheongseongpa, one of the five great gates and the old faction located there.

In the world, magic comforts people’s tired bodies and minds, and in Murim, it is more famous for its excellent swordsmen. It is in the old school’s vein, an outstanding Taoist and shamanic song with numerous disciples and sokga below.

Those were the words that modified the integrity of the party.

Just as Doga’s day is, Cheongseongpa’s morning is always the same.

After the early morning ordinance ends, they go to their respective places to spend the day.

If Cheongseong was different from other doors, it was that he did not stay away from the world.

They constantly interacted and had a conduit for the Sokga disciples to reside in, so not only the vulgar but also the women who came to offer sacrifices to the Doryang resided in the Munpa.

In addition, it was also the place where the five great gates received female disciples along with the volcano.

There were two big schools in Cheongseong.

They were the Muryang conduit for training martial arts and the Beopryang conduit for predicting good fortune.

The disciples of Cheongseong make choices when they reach a certain level while training their power. Will he be admitted to the Muryangdo Hall by showing his talent in martial arts, or will he be admitted to the Beopryangdo Hall by showing his talent in martial arts?

But it did not discriminate against him.

It was because all of them were disciples of Cheongseong.

This year, 42-year-old Sang-woo belonged to Yeonggwanjeon Hall as a great disciple who chose Beopnyangdogwan.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Sang-woo, a middle-aged Taoist, handed a water bottle to an elderly student who brought food ingredients.

“Oh, I know. I have a lot of luggage today. That’s why I hired another worker.”

Woo-saeng laughed so hard that his forehead was full of wrinkles, poured water so hard that his Adam’s apple could be seen moving, and handed the water bottle to a wrinkled man sitting next to him.

“I’m sorry, it’s about time we put up a ritual before the investigation.”

“Oh, it’s already done?”

“Yes.”

“I’d like to ask this friend for a moment, please. I’ll go and see the Yeonggwan Jeonju.”

“Yes, I’ll take a rest in the shade behind the Yeonggwanjeon Hall. Since there are a lot of disciples passing by in the front yard.”

“Yes, please.”

After Woosaeng entered Yeonggwanjeon Hall, Sang-woo guided the elderly.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Sang-woo took the lead and the old man followed with a generous smile.

a secluded wall behind Yeonggwanjeon Hall

Duam was a perfect place to rest because a thick old tree stretched its leaves in all directions to cover the sun appropriately, and fewer people were coming and going.

By the time the sweat was cooling off in the breeze, the man had whispered to Sang-woo.

“It’s been a while, ghost.”

“Long time no see, evil.”

But somehow, the conversation between the two changed.

When I was with the old man, it seemed like I had never met him before, but now it was as if we had known each other for a long time.

“I got a call that you’re coming with Cheongrangdae.”

“Three groups of Cheongrangdae are waiting in a fishing village near Cheongseongpa, and Daerang is coming with the other three.”

“I heard there was a conflict with the sugar price. Is it okay?”

Sang-woo’s words deepened the wrinkles between the man’s eyebrows, which were called evil spirits.

“I heard that Danga is asking for help from the warriors. Because of that, the Cheongseong faction became very sharp.”

“Did you move in Cheongseong?”

“Yes, three of the great disciples of Muryang Dogwan went down with this twenty.”

“I see.”

“Please pay more attention. There’s nothing good about standing out to them.”

“Stay true to your work, my dear. Cheongrangdae’s work will be done by Cheongrangdae.”

Sang-woo’s tone, which seemed to be reprimanded, sharpened his eyes of Ak-yo.

There has always to be secrecy in their movements.

This was because they should not reveal themselves to the crowd without everything being perfectly prepared.

The frequent disturbance was not good because the two sides of the political alliance were already chasing them.

“I’m sorry if it was upsetting. I don’t think you’d want to.”

Sang-woo’s voice did not contain any sorry feelings, but he had no choice but to endure the bad news.

This was because Cheongrang University raised the irreverent Daerang.

They all exemplified the character Samgungju, but they belonged to different people.

Sang-woo, or Gwi-yeong, belonged to the Yeongeundang Shrine under the direct control of Samgungju, and the musical instrument was Cheongrangdae, the head of the group.

Although I didn’t like Sang-woo’s way of speaking, the bad news changed the topic because it was impossible to get caught for nothing.

“What’s the difference?”

“We’re almost there. It was in the temple of Baegungak.”

“I see. I thought you’d secretly sealed it in one of the bookshelves… …did you find a bloodless seat?”

“It was the same shape as it was known. All we have to do now is to go to Baekgajang to find bloodlessness.”

We lost contact with the enemy. Did you hear that?”

This time, Sang-woo clearly showed his dislike when the evil spirit laughed at him.

“That’s why we’ve dispatched an uninhabited man, so don’t worry.”

“Tsk, Young Eun-dang’s work is still not enough. How did Samgung-ju leave such a thing to Yeongeun-dang instead of to our Cheongrangdae?”

Sang-woo’s expression hardened coldly when the musician kicked his tongue.

“Don’t ignore the Young Party.”

“Huh. Ignore? I hope you get things right.”

“You’re talking too much.”

The conversation was cut off for a while when Sang-woo smoked a subtle livelihood from his body and fired evil materials.

“Don’t provoke me any more, evil spirit. I don’t want Cheongrang University and Yeongeundang to fight before the big trouble.”

“Well, it’s the same thing.”

They did not fight loudly, but they seemed to be full of discomfort in dealing with each other.

“A few days later, on the day the ritual is held before the investigation, we have changed the order of the night festival, so we will take out the second half of this place.”

It was a tone full of curtness, but the bad news no longer blamed him.

I didn’t like it, but I knew that friction with him was something his head, the Great, didn’t want.

“As soon as I secure it, I will leave Cheongseong, so please take care of me.”

“I see. I’ll be waiting at Junggang Ferry on the eastern foot of Cheongseongsan Mountain, so come there when you have the goods. By then, the Great Wall will be joining.

“Yes, I’ll see you then.”

At Sang-woo’s answer, Ak-ryo sarcastically looked calm.

“I hope your confidence doesn’t make a mistake.”

“Would it be a mistake if you could protect me?”

The villain, who clenched his fist unknowingly against Sang-woo’s ridiculous expression, tried to respond, but it was ruined by the person who had just jumped behind the Yeongjeon Hall.

a young Taoist of about fifteen

“Here you are, private?”

“Okhang, what brings you to Yeonggwanjeon?”

“The long man is looking for you.”

“From a writer?”

“Yes, we have a visitor, and Jang Moon-in is calling us. I’ve been walking around for a long time without knowing you’re here.”

“Oh, it’s been hard for you to take a break.”

“No, it’s not.”

“But what are you going to do? I haven’t finished re-examining my bookshelf because I’m resting.”

“I’m going to finish, so hurry up and go to the Upper House. All the elders must be here.”

“Come, then, please.”

Sang-woo tapped Ok-hang’s shoulder and lightly bowed to Ak-ryo.

“Please do your best if you do.”

“Yes, stamp.”

“See you next time.”

“Yes.”

The music bowed deeply toward Sang-woo, who was walking while swinging the hem of the application.

Sang-woo, who left behind Ok-hang and Ak-ryo, hurried up to Sangcheong-gwan.

There was quite a crowd of people what was going on.

“Hi, are you here?”

Cheongseong’s Lee Dae-jeung Ok-cheong greeted politely.

“Come on. What’s going on all of a sudden? Why are you all gathered at this hour?”

“Oh, that’s…”

Okcheong peeked at Sangcheongwan,

“We have a heavy guest.”

Sang-woo tilted his head at the remark.

Even if you’re a welcome guest, how can you even call yourself a member of Yeonggwanjeon Hall?

“What do you mean, a big customer?”

“The shamanistic swords of the time are waiting at the reception hall of Wolcheongho Lake.”