The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman] - Chapter 136

Episode 136

“Is that so?”

Ten days after Jinmu started visiting Hyeoncheongwan.

Punghwan asked Jeon Hong, the first disciple of Cheonryonggak, who was being taught by Unam.

“yes.”

“What do you say you do?”

“It is said that he reads and re-reads the records of the History Museum.”

“Hmm, he’s an unusual guy.”

Punghwan made an interesting expression as he brushed his white beard.

widely.

“Jeon Hong-ah.”

“yes.”

“Go and call Unam.”

“Do you want to stay overnight?”

“Yes, tell them to come with Jinmu Dojang.”

“How?”

“When I think about it, even though guests have come, I haven’t been able to properly treat them. Even though I welcomed the shaman’s disciple, I was too negligent.”

“ah.”

“Come to Cold Snow Valley and tell them.”

Hanseolgok was a valley a little away from Dogwan.

It was a place where the masters of Kunlun occasionally enjoyed entertainment and healed the fatigue of the arduous war.

“If so, should I tell the disciples of Cheonryonggak to prepare?”

“OK. Can it be done simply because it is complicated? Sometimes you have to clear your head too.”

“yes!”

Seeing Jeon Hong run away, Feng Huan smiled happily.

Kunlun and the shaman, who represent the Domaek of Jungwon, have been righteous for a long time, but after blood death, their exchanges are almost cut off.

Punghwan always had that on his mind.

What didn’t help the shaman.

I couldn’t go to help the shaman because of the Ilwol Demonic Bridge, which had moved south during the Great War of Justice.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Kunlun is the center of military power, but when he leaves, the gap was too great.

Because of that, the swordsman Cheol Ji-liang, who was not the elders of Kunlun, earnestly stopped him from going to the shaman, and Feng-hwan had no choice but to stop walking.

How heartbreaking it was to hear the news that the shaman’s eight bows had been set on fire.

It always became a lump and pressed against my chest.

Maybe that’s why his memories go back to that time 17 years ago every time he showed meridians.

It was because everyone’s strength wasn’t evenly developed.

He immediately gave up his position as a general and began to live in Cheonryonggak.

It was to train the next generation.

It has been ten years since he welcomed Unam, who had outstanding talent, as a disciple, and selected outstanding children and made them disciples of Cheonryonggak.

The current Kunlun Cheonryong Pavilion was built like that.

The elite of Kunlun raised by Jinryong Fenghuan himself.

To ensure that someday, even if he or Unam are not in Kunlun, they can fulfill their role as guardians of the midfield.

And when that time came, I was thinking of leaving.

He did not know how long his life would last, but then he would leave as a crumbling shaman.

I was thinking of helping them train younger students. so that they can take the leap again.

That was his long-standing promise and his heart for the shaman.

However, a few years ago, I had to sit down in Kunlun because of the sudden outbreak of Maebyeong. It’s a pity and how sad it was.

Then, not too long ago, I heard a rumor about Jinmu. The fact that a new sword was born in a shaman has also been passed down to Kunryun.

stupid sword.

A title referring to those who have spread the name of a shaman through generations.

How happy were you when you first heard the news?

Moreover, when he heard that he was coming to Kunlun after leaving Pyoju, he felt like dancing at least.

The shaman of a thousand years was about to rise again.

It stands up on its own without the help of others.

It was thought that sooner or later, it would regain its former reputation as it had cultivated an outstanding talent called Shaman Ji Sword.

“Hey, that’s a good thing. It’s a very good thing.”

Jinmu and Unam. Like Kunlun and the shaman before, they will become good friends and nemesis.

One person, as the shaman’s sword, spreads the goodness throughout the midfield, and the other person deserves to be the guardian and protect the midfield from the corrupt Demonic Cult.

When the times pass and the stars fade, they will become new stars and lead the midfield faction.

Windhwan was more than happy and good.

It felt like I was seeing the future, and my heart felt reassured and warm.

“For today, I will eat and drink happily.”

Punghwan hastened his steps towards Hanseolgok.

* * *

“That place is Hanseol Valley.”

Unam pointed to a valley in the distance.

A cliff made by connecting mountains.

On the pure white land where the accumulated snow has not melted, the green pine tree that has emerged from the cold creates a scene worthy of admiration.

However, unlike Unam, who had a proud smile on his face, Jinmu’s face was bulging and puffy.

Damn, I’m busy at this time, so why say come and go?

And I lit a bonfire to see what I was preparing, and the smoke and the familiar smell stung my nose.

That scent that burns animal fur and flesh…?

in Kunlun?

no way? Are these wolves trying to roast meat and eat it?

Come to think of it, even in Qingcheng, meat was added to the meal, but only in very small quantities.

however?

“…”

When I got closer, the meat was really grilling.

A wild boar, even in a barrel.

Moreover, scattered around it.

“Alcohol?”

I was so dumbfounded that I spit out the sound of my heart, but Unam looked at me curiously.

“Did the shaman forbid drinking?”

It’s not like that…

Wasn’t alcohol and meat forbidden in the first place?

Jinmu puts on a blank expression at the sudden sense of distance.

“Hehe, come.”

Fenghuan placed a bottle of wine in front of him and waved his hand.

“this…?”

“huh? Don’t you even see it? Meat and wine, of course.”

therefore.

Can I eat this naturally?

It’s not like eating secretly, all the warriors of Cheonryonggak are gathered.

And that’s the person who is the most grown-up in Kunlun.

“Oh, I forgot. Wasn’t the shaman forbidden by the Ten Commandments? My thoughts were short.”

Seeing Jinmu’s dazed expression, Punghwan hit his forehead as if he had just remembered.

“I’ve been preparing for something like this. Ask me in advance…”

Punghwan’s face turned sullen as his intention to treat him turned into an apologetic look.

“no. The taboo on eating meat has been partially lifted, and alcohol is something I drink from time to time.”

“Oh was it? good luck All shamans are good, but that was the problem.”

“…?”

I wonder What’s the problem?

“How can those who pursue the Way try to reach the extreme with abstinence alone? There is a Tao in the world, so you should covet riches and drink alcohol and meat.”

That’s right.

Because Jinmu had the same thoughts. but.

“Isn’t that what the whole Taomen was like?”

“huh? Hehe, this is a very stoic shaman disciple.”

“…?”

“Each door is different. Why didn’t the disciples of Hwasan get married?”

Oh, I see. That’s what it was.

Jinmu’s face crumpled.

I was deceived.

It’s like a damn nonpartisan!

When I said it was useless, I was really doing something stupid!

They said something about the tradition and the Ten Commandments.

what? Eating meat at a young age doesn’t build up good spirits?

Look at the goons, you guys!

If you eat enough meat and build good spirits, a big monster like that or a small monster like Unam come out easily, huh?

“If you do, it’s been a while since you drank meat and alcohol, so you don’t know the taste.”

No way.

From the time he came to Kunlun until now, meat and alcohol have been unheard of.

Since he had already smelled it, his nostrils were wide open and the spirits in his stomach were running wild.

I felt like I wanted to tear open the meat with both hands and pour the whole bottle into my mouth.

“You spit…”

Sup!

“Eat it.”

Looking at Jinmu, whose eyes were shining brightly, Punghwan smiled happily and gestured for a seat, and Unam put a plate full of well-cooked meat and handed it to Jinmu.

Around the time when the alcohol fills the stomach and the meat that has been eaten fills the stomach.

“Does Kunlun run a separate guild?”

Jinmu asked without meaning.

“What are you talking about?”

“As I climbed the mountain gate, I saw that the institution was quite good. It must have cost quite a bit of money.”

“ah! What else did I say?”

Poonghwan understood Jinmu’s words and shook his head.

“It’s a subsidy.”

“A subsidy?”

“As you can see, Qinghai where Kunlun is located is a barren place.”

That’s it.

Until reaching Yangfeng, most of the terrain was valleys and cliffs made of oddly shaped rocks.

“There is no hole for the money to come out.”

It makes sense.

That’s why when I was a sapaecheonju, I didn’t even pay attention to asking.

“But since we are always fighting the Demonic Cult, we need a huge amount of money. We have to bring in disciples, and since it is a battleground, we also have to make a spiritual team to develop their martial arts into attributes.”

He is too.

“However, when we fight for our lives every day, who would want to enter such an isolated Taomen? And where will Taomen get that kind of money?”

right.

Being a martial artist was not something that was raised for nothing.

Above all, it costs a lot of money.

You need to buy good weapons and a minimum of clothing.

Not only food to fill the stomach, but also a banquet to relieve their fatigue from time to time.

What you need most is money.

Do-moon, who has lived an easy life like a shaman, pretends to be noble, saying the Ten Commandments and all, but in reality it is not. The result is the current shaman.

Because of that, all the munpa fight over the right.

Didn’t even the forces of the faction, which were not the same as Sapa or Demonic Cult, fight with each other?

The shaman also had a fight with the Jegal family not too long ago over the interests of Dankanggu.

But what does subsidy mean?

When Jinmu was puzzled with his mouth full of meat, Unam answered instead.

“The Government Affairs Maeng receives a huge amount of support every year.”

what?

“Is it about 20,000 Nyang? I don’t know the details, but probably not less.”

“This much?”

“yes.”

“In silver?”

“Of course not.”

“…”

20,000 nyang in silver in one year.

Jinmu dropped the meat he was biting on without even realizing it.

One piece of silver equals two bags of rice. In other words, it was said that there was 40,000 suk of rice, which was enough for the residents of a castle to live on for six months.

Ah, rich guru bastards.

“Furthermore, I sometimes get expensive loot from the fight against the Demonic Cult, and I also pay donations from the merchants who come and go, so my finances are always left over.”

Ah…

“As you may know, some of them are distributed to grassroots. They do a good job as informants in the battle of the Demonic Cult.”

It seems that the villagers were helping Kunlun not because of his good deeds, but because of the money they gave…

“Also, if you become a disciple of Kunlun, your family will be able to live in abundance, so people who want to become a guru line up every year.”

Ah… I envy you. stop.

“Well, it’s probably because everyone is fighting the Demonic Cult. Doesn’t any shaman receive a separate subsidy?”

“….”

This babbling guy, Unam, scratches his insides at every word he talks a lot.

Yes, I wore the applicator that ran out not too long ago.

The vicious ones that inflict collateral damage, even tetanus, on enemies with a rusty sword are shamans.

How would you know that, rich guru bastards who don’t know about this difficulty!

For some reason, thinking of the shaman who had become infinitely pitiful made me feel sad and tearful.

“Hehe, Unam, stop it. The shaman once boasted as much wealth as any other scholar in the central plains.”

Was there ever such a time?

They are so poor that even Byeokgokdan spares and eats.

Now that I see it, it wasn’t because of Seongi or something that I made the Ten Commandments. It was clear that he made it as a last resort because he was suffering from poverty.

“Come to think of it, Jinmu Dojang looks like him.”

huh? who? Was there anyone to resemble among those poor bastards?

“I also heard from the digression of the previous scholar, but Cheongmu also said that he realized the river in terms of terms. They say the shaman was amazing when he was there.”

Yeah I guess… What?

What is Cheongmu?

Jinmu’s head suddenly turned around.

Do you know Qingmu?

“okay. It certainly was. If he hadn’t passed away, the shaman’s heart hole wouldn’t have been so torn.”

“…!”

In an instant, Jinmu’s eyes widened as if they would tear.

is this old man?

What are you talking about?

I listened intently.

Do you really know about the second half of Yang Yi Heart Gong?