The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman] - Chapter 174

Episode 174

“Join! haap!”

Myeong-jin put on a happy expression as he saw the sharpness of the swordsmanship that unfolded after the examination.

Reconstruction of the Oryong Palace, which always remained in the corner of my heart like a burden.

Contrary to the expectation that it would take more than a year, it has almost reached the completion stage thanks to the full support of the shaman.

Moreover, with the addition of Lee Dae-jae, who applied from each palace, and those recruited later, the training started, and now it has taken shape.

“Sasuk Today’s training is over with this.”

Jin-heo, who had completed the examination training, approached Myeong-jin and greeted him politely.

“OK. Good job.”

After Jinmu, the staff member of Oryong Palace, left the table to be reborn as a true shaman, the disciples in charge of each palace took turns guiding the students of Lee Dae.

“It seems like you’re happy that Oryonggung seems to be looking for itself lately.”

“Because I have fulfilled my long-cherished dream of cancer.”

“Will that wish only apply to Sasook? It’s a shaman’s dream. Recently, brother Jin Gung expanded his territory to Hanam, and the financial situation has improved, so there is even talk of rebuilding Taehwagung?”

“okay. Jang Moon-in said this in the morning.”

“He is such a great boy. Because of that guy Jinmu, the shaman found his place in such an instant.”

“What kind of virtue is that? It’s because everyone is doing well.”

“Haha, that’s why you like it for no reason.”

“Don’t talk hum-hum.”

Myungjin cleared his throat and waved his hand.

“Without that guy, are you enemy? There is no Cheongsang and Cheongwoo.”

Jin-heo, noticing the speck of seriousness on Myung-jin’s happy face, impliedly asked.

Myung-jin didn’t answer in particular, but he looked at the floating clouds with a blank gaze as if he was really sad inside.

“The heartless bastard, Sasuk, is so worried, but he hasn’t delivered a single letter.”

When Jinheo, who was feeling down for no reason, spoke as if scolding Jinmu, who was not here, Myungjin raised his voice, showing displeasure.

“How unkind!”

“yes?”

“How could you be sentenced to death and say such a thing? It’s because I’m busy. I’m busy. How easy was the mark?”

“…?”

“Say no more. From what I heard, they said that Qingseong and Kunlun had sent a letter of thanks to Jang Wen-in. In Kunlun, Jinlong himself sent a letter. Didn’t you save the disciples as well as the villagers from the Demonic Cult? Is it only Jinryong saved his life. Thanks to that, even a long illness was alleviated, and I wrote thank you several times in the letter.”

“…”

“Furthermore, it is said that the head of the clan praised him until his mouth was dry and worn out for saving the daughter of the Tang family and in the process catching the tails of those called palaces whom the Jeongmu-maeng had been chasing for a long time.”

Myungjin doesn’t stop talking.

“Wonderful master was so impressed when he received a letter from the common master this morning.”

“…what else happened?”

Jin-Heo asked Myung-Jin, who was constantly bragging about his disciples.

“You must have heard the story of Cheonungbang, too, right?”

“…yes roughly…”

“roughly? It’s rough!”

Now he even gets angry.

“Jimmu alone saved 10 common disciples and 10 open roads from being chased by that wicked group. How can you let that go!”

“….”

“tsk tsk I should speak up at my elders meeting. If you have something important like that, you should devote yourself thinking that you need to learn it. I hear you. Huh true.”

Myungjin glared at Jinheo with disapproving eyes.

“…That’s right. I thought briefly. What a great guy. I didn’t expect that guy to raise the name of a shaman so much.”

As Jin-heo looked carefully and spoke carefully, Myung-jin cleared his throat and caught his breath.

“Hehe, where did you do it alone? It is because your generation, the practitioners of each palace, are doing well.”

“…”

They just say, ‘It’s all because of Jinmu.’

During the working-level meeting, Jinheo made a firm resolution to ask in advance that he should never gossip about Jinmu in front of Myeongjin’s housekeeper.

“Did you hear the news of the true cheongwoo and the cheongsu?”

“…yes?”

“These guys are. Heh, I’m not even crazy. Those who are the great disciples of Lee have already shown their skills and have taken a place in the first class of Yongbong-gwan.”

Myung-jin’s words lead to Cheong-woo and Cheong-sang.

Bona Mana was also proud.

Myeong-jin was respected by the shaman students.

However, Jin-heo thought for a moment that the truth might be less than he thought.

It was only when Jin-heo felt that his ears were drooping from complete exhaustion after hearing Myung-jin’s boast about knowing all about Jin-mu and Cheong-sang and Cheong-woo after saying it the wrong way once.

“Sa Sasuk. Then I will go back.”

“huh? already? It’s fun to talk with you after all. Are you going already?”

“I remember being busy.”

The more I listen, the more I feel like my ears will bleed.

“The guru is busy. Go play some more.”

“No, Sasuk. I have to hurry up and go…”

Myungjin’s cry came from behind Jinheo, who hurriedly greeted and left the Oryong Palace.

“Jinheo! Come play again tomorrow! Please take a drink from me.”

Hearing Myeong-jin’s voice filled with regret, Jin-heo reaffirmed his resolve. I have to come, but I will never talk about Jinmu.

After Jin-heo passed away, Myeong-jin’s heart instantly became hostile.

There are still many stories left to tell.

It was hard to get it out of my head after I brought up the story of Jinmu because of Jinheo.

So, at some point, Myung-jin was looking for a prey (?) to brag about without realizing it.

“Come to think of it, it’s been a long time since I haven’t seen Mr. Ungong. I have a few more martial arts to do, so I’ll have to go see him.”

* * *

“…”

Ungong had the illusion that he was meeting someone else for a while.

One of the most respected figures by shaman masters, Myeong-jin, who did not give up his spirit even in front of the wicked absolute, Hyeokryeonmoo-gang.

He is now the ruler of the Five Dragons.

He is courageous, fair, calm, and reticent…

but he talks incessantly.

He hadn’t even said a word to him yet.

“By the way. This guy… heh heh!”

“…”

Ungong desperately needed a conversation as few people came to visit after living in Jangseogak.

“Look.”

“…yes?”

“Stop… can we do something?”

“What?”

Be proud of your disciple.

Ungong, who had the words welling up in his throat, couldn’t bring himself to come out of his mouth.

How can you not know Myung-jin’s heart?

He was the most outstanding among the former shaman students.

Even Myeong-hyeon, the current master of writing, did not habitually say that Myeong-jin should become a master of writing when he was a great disciple.

How heartbreaking was everyone when they found out that he had become a crippled man who could no longer use martial arts by Hyeokryeonmugang?

When he heard that he, who had been bedridden for over ten years, had taken disciples and regained his strength, Ungong had a chimney-like desire to leave Jangseogak and visit him immediately.

Jimmu, the disciple he raised.

Unexpectedly, he realized his talent, became a shaman, visited the five major gates, gave grace, and even helped the government, so it was worth bragging about.

Even if he didn’t say anything, didn’t it seem like he was relieving Myung-jin’s sorrow and sadness through proxy.

However, even so, one examination was a bit severe.

To be alone for so long without a break was a very harsh treatment.

“By the way, that guy went through a place called Baekjiazhuang and climbed Gongdong Mountain after Tangga Qingcheng Kunlun?”

“yes. They say that they are making remarkable achievements wherever they go.”

“Hmm.”

Woon-gong’s face slightly frowned at Myeong-jin’s words.

Myeong-jin felt puzzled by that appearance.

“How are you?”

“That’s a bit…”

“…?”

Woong-gong spoke as if he did not like it to Myeong-jin, whose eyes narrowed, fearing that he would say something disparaging about his student.

“Actually, it is. It’s because of what I said before he left.”

“What are you saying?”

“Cheongmu investigation officer’s work…”

“Cheongmu…”

In Ungong’s words, Myeongjin also had a part that came to mind at first glance.

The disciple asking to send the mark was about the Qingmu investigation that he asked right before.

“Is there anything wrong with the story about him?”

“That’s what it says. He seemed to have a lot of interest in Yang-Sin Gong, so he said it while persuading me not to do it.”

“Are you Yang-Sin Gong?”

“okay.”

“How?”

“Well, how should I say this?”

As Woon-gong kept sparing his words, Myeong-jin made a more puzzled expression.

“That’s about the second half of Yang’s Heart Gong.”

“The second half?”

“Yes. I said something wrong.”

Seeing Ungong keep sparing his words, Myeong-jin’s face shows a different kind of annoyance than usual.

“What kind of a big joint is that?”

Un-gong expressed disapproval at Myeong-jin’s words, which seemed to be pressing.

“Um… Actually, it is.”

Ungong opened his mouth slowly.

It was also an unrecorded history, but it was not conveyed separately because no one was interested in the conscience of conscience until now.

When Ungong’s long story was over, Myeongjin’s eyes widened to the size of a bell.

In the meantime, I did not know that Yanguisimgong, which only shamans mastered, was actually divided into two volumes, but it was surprising enough that the essentials that make up Taegeuk were divided and sealed in the Odaedomun.

“How can you talk like that…”

Myungjin finally understood everything.

The reason why Jinmu was in despair even after reaching the river level, the reason why he suddenly wanted to leave Pyoju after visiting Jangseogak.

That it was all because of the Heart Hole…

“Huh…”

“I said something useless. Saying nonsense to a guy with a bright future…”

However, unlike Woon-gong’s worries, Myeong-jin had other thoughts.

“If he had such worries, he wouldn’t tell this master…”

“Huh?”

What does that mean?

“no. I guess I should stop and see.”

Myung-jin, who suddenly had a determined expression, stood up from his seat.

“Where are you going? Look.”

Woon-gong called urgently, but Myeong-jin was already leaving Jangseogak.

“Is that person?”

For some reason, Woon-gong felt a strange sense of uneasiness in Myeong-jin’s back.

“…isn’t it?”

Ungong shook his head, trying to shake off the anxiety that filled his head.

In the meantime, Myeong-jin, who came out of Jangseo-gak, could not erase his melancholy heart.

Jinmu grew up as a disciple and a shaman.

In the meantime, what I received was much more Myungjin than what I gave.

Didn’t he fall off a cliff to save his teacher and help out with that affection for decades?

As a result, Myeong-jin regained his strength and was able to play his role as the ruler of the Oryong Palace again.

He was a child who learned, learned, and realized himself before teaching himself, endured the humiliation of being from Dodong, and grew up as a strong pillar of a shaman through so much effort.

Furthermore, the shaman’s finances were solid, and a foothold was made to rebuild the Oryong Palace, and now the shaman’s name was making waves in Jungwon again.

“I didn’t look more closely. I should have become a teacher and take care of that child’s troubles and solve them.”

How much did you worry about alone?

After thinking of becoming a great disciple of a shaman and learning Yanguisimgong, he became a shaman and lost the opportunity, so he must feel a deep sense of deprivation.

Myung-jin looked back at himself and reflected and reflected again.

The helplessness of not being able to do anything for his lovely disciple came to him at once.

“OK! Let this master solve it. Even though I can’t find the second half that contains the Taegeuk yogyeol, I will definitely pass on the first half that Jang Moon-in has.”

Myeong-jin was determined to prevent an unfortunate incident in which Jin-moo could not learn Yang-ui-sim-gong because of the shaman’s discipline, even if the latter part, which was said to remain in another school, was lost.

Woon-gong told the story that Cheong-mu fell into demonic nature while trying to learn Taegeuk Yogyeol.

But don’t worry.

“Nonsense. Jinmu is a much better kid than him. Are you sure. Do I have to open a new path for my child?”

Before he knew it, his heart grew more trust in his beloved disciple than respect for his ancestors.

“You must hurry. It’s already joint. When that child comes back, I will definitely give you a conscience hole.”

Myungjin’s eyes are full of enthusiasm.

will be different

If you don’t give it to them, they will rob it.

At this moment, his heart was filled with joy that he could be of help to his disciples as a teacher rather than a shaman’s tradition.

And that mind led him to retrace his steps and lead him to Jaso Palace, and it became the driving force to open the door vigorously.

“A man of longevity!”