The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman] - Chapter 220

Episode 220

On top of the roof of the single gate overlooking the entire city center of Xi’an.

The hardened expression of Jinmu, who was sitting roughly under the scorching sun, did not know how to straighten.

His eyes were squinting from the sun, and he looked very upset.

He went to Wi So, knocked out about a hundred soldiers who stood in his way, and only after crumpling the Galcheon wall with his armor, he met Bang Man-pyeong.

Due to this corruption, his superior’s head had been blown away, and he was recognized for his contribution to revealing the corruption as a punishment, and he was carrying out the position of a provincial commander even though he had not received an official instruction.

After recognizing Jinmu, he didn’t hear any more about catching those involved in corruption at Dongrim Battlefield, and dispatched all troops from Wiso.

As a bonus, even the masters of the government departments run by the guards had joined.

But it disappeared. without a trace.

Could it be that it has already escaped?

The promise with Yang So-bang is also a promise, but I even stirred it up at the Jong-nam faction’s foolish act, but I missed it?

Even if the head was broken, that couldn’t have happened. Now it’s a matter of pride.

“That Jinmu Dojang?”

Ho Hyeon-gae, who was watching Jinmu with a murderous expression, cautiously spoke to him.

“We will take care of this place, so go down and rest for a while.”

“…”

Rest? Is this beggar crazy? Are you talking about resting in this yard?

Hohyeongae stings at Jinmu’s stinging glare.

“You stayed up all night.”

yeah i didn’t sleep

disassembled

“Closing your eyes even for a moment.”

“….”

“Now, with the cooperation of the government, soldiers of the Political Affairs League, who achieved the heavenly dream, are checking the eight limbs of those in the West Bank.”

know.

But what the hell are you doing right next to me?

Go and do something in this yard where there is a shortage of workers. Grab someone and do some research.

Isn’t the face of that passerby over there a bast face? Is there anyone who deliberately hides martial arts?

Even so, my stomach couldn’t boil and I was about to burn.

5,000 soldiers of Wei Shao were put in.

Five hundred warriors who made up the Cheonrajimang are also together.

But it’s still not enough.

The soldiers of Wisao are daunted by just monitoring the entry and exit of the outskirts of the Xianbu.

Like Jinmu, they also stayed up all night without changing shifts, so they must have been very tired.

The number of people put in to catch only a few of them is beyond imagination, but this is not enough.

Reinforcements are needed.

Even if you make a request to the Jeongmu-maeng, you don’t know how many people will come.

Now that the news has already been delivered by Yang So-bang, they will also be busy preparing to weed out the three crops in areas other than the West Bank.

Did you think that you would gently seduce the damned servants and bring them back?

Were you angry for nothing?

I was regretting the past with a frustrated heart.

what to do

“Jinmu Dojo already made a secret request for information through the secret line of Haomen’s Xi’an branch, just in case. Honey, don’t worry.”

Yes, Haowen. It will be quite helpful at times like this… Huh? what?

Hao… Huh?

Jinmu suddenly turned his head and looked at Hohyeongae.

“Why is that?”

Embarrassed Ho Hyeon-gae widens his eyes, and a deep smile appears on Jin-mu’s lips.

okay! Haomen!

Holy shit, why didn’t I think of this until now? Since you were part of the sect, did your head get pickled in the sect?

I’ve been to Jinhoeru, the best runway in Xi’an, twice. Why have you forgotten them?

Hao Mun.

The largest information organization in Jungwon with an excellent information network that is comparable to, or even better than, open.

Those formally affiliated with Haomen were few in number, and far fewer than the crowd of open beggars who dealt with similar information.

However, in terms of the ability to gather information, it was no match.

From back-alley drains, prostitutes at bars, fortune-tellers at inns, fighters who come in and out of gambling houses, slaves from grand families, to the number of traders at the table, there is no one who has not sold information to Haomen once if they need money.

In other words, all of them are Hao Mun’s informants.

Hao Mun not only protects them living under persecution at the bottom of their lives, but also buys their information at a reasonable price.

Those who are called hawkers. Simply put, they are the ones who buy information.

Hawkers buy numerous unconfirmed intelligence through the aforementioned professional or lowly people.

This is gathered and transmitted to the Jongdo (㨑睹) and becomes one information through analysis and discrimination.

This is Haomen’s system.

Those who seek intelligence do not know about Hao Mun’s true identity.

The hawkers are just mercenaries. However, starting from Jongdo, he enters Haomun’s lower class.

If you find them, you will be able to reach Hao Mun’s true identity.

However, Jong-do does not reveal itself easily. They are excellent hiders. That’s the reason why I couldn’t easily find Hao Mun even though I knew it existed.

Even Jinmu, who was a sapaecheonju, did not know about Haomun’s true identity.

Although Myung Se-chan and Eunwee-dan, whom he was in charge of, were the elite selected from Haomen, knowing them did not make it possible to know Haomen’s secret organizational system.

It was a secret they had kept for generations, so they had to keep it, and they had no interest in it.

But Jinmu had a way to find them.

It’s something that will make your eyes widen…

Maybe you won’t have to go looking for Jong-do in the West Bank.

Perhaps, in the process, Myung Se-chan, who asked Gonghu Won and Woo-myeong Chun to find him, might come directly.

yeah good

There is no reason to stay in the political faction any longer if you wipe out the Sejak bastards hiding in Jongnam anyway.

He kept his promise to Yang Xiaobang and took this opportunity to get Haowen back.

Given their information power, which has been stripped of even Cheol Ji-ryang’s martial arts, it is only a matter of time before they find out whether the three bastards have escaped or are still hiding in the West Bank.

There would be nothing in the middle plain that could escape Haomen’s eyes.

“Keuk hahaha!”

“….”

Hohyeon-gae makes a bizarre expression at the sight of Jinmu, who suddenly jumps up and bursts into laughter.

Did you have a mental problem after being in the sun for a long time without sleeping?

He had been angry with a firm expression the whole time, so it was possible to think so.

“Ho Hyeon-gae!”

“…yes?”

“They might still be here, so do your best to look out for them.”

“Do you want to get some rest?”

At Ho Hyeon-gae’s question, Jinmu just laughed.

A beggar who comes running when called, how can he know the meaning of the phoenix?

“Good idea. I will tell Bunta and prepare a seat.”

“…”

Damn it.

I have no intention of resting, and even if I do, why am I resting in a beggar’s den?

There are also comfortable places like Jinhoeru.

Contrary to his mind, however, Jinmu lightly placed his hand on Ho Hyeon-gae’s shoulder.

“I will only trust Ho Hyeon-gae.”

“…ah!”

At Jinmu’s word full of trust (?), Ho Hyeon-gae’s expression changes as if he is dreaming. effervescence? A face like that.

“Leave it to me! I will definitely find the Sejak!”

yes work hard try hard.

Jinmu nodded towards Hohyungae and immediately flew in the direction of Jinhoeru.

* * *

Jinhui Pavilion located in the central Guando of Xi’an.

It’s a place I’ve been to once or twice. Once, he came to hunt Hwanggaksu, and once he came to eat with Cheongsang and Cheongwoo.

Jinmu tousled his hair to cover his face up to his chin, in case anyone recognized him after he had become famous.

Charreuk.

A middle-aged waitress dressed in silk came running like the wind at the sound of the curtains at the entrance of Jinhoeru.

“welcome.”

The receptionist, who lowered his head and quickly skimmed through the clothes, said to Jinmu.

“Shall we take you to a quiet place?”

“…”

After all, the receptionist at a famous place is different from the point of view.

Since he held a sword, he would have expected that he was a warrior, and since he covered his face with his hair in a black robe without any markings or features, he would have guessed that he would hate being noticed by others.

Jinmu nodded lightly.

“Do you have any support?”

“…if you say sponsorship?”

The receptionist has a puzzled expression.

yes i guess

Sponsorship is expensive.

In Jinmu’s arms… Damn, except for Ya Myung-ju, there is only the Golden Wonbo that I received from Bang Man-pyeong.

I’ll change it to some change.

As he secretly takes out a piece of gold and puts it in his finger and turns it round and round, surprise flickers in the receptionist’s eyes.

But I couldn’t find any embarrassment at all.

“Is a blue room good? Would a red room be better?”

two choices.

Just look at it and you’ll know what it is.

As I thought, I wanted to go on a spree in the red room without paying attention since I came alone.

“Do it in a clean room. Because I don’t like things too crowded.”

“All right. While preparing, let’s have a cup of tea at the teahouse for a while.”

“Okay.”

Jinmu nodded, and the receptionist gestured for a young commotion to guide him.

As we walked along the corridor, the whole view of Jinhoeru was revealed.

Indeed, it could be said to be the best giru in the West Bank.

All I saw from the outside was a three-story palace with an entrance and windows, but when I went deeper, there was no other world.

It was built like a small village, with alleys and several palaces with gardens inside.

Every pavilion passed by was filled with the merriment of the pipa, the laughter of gisaengs, and the drunken spirits of drunkards.

Literally, it’s crazy.

The commotion led Jinmu to an isolated palace.

“Yes, if you wait for a while, there will be a fight coming to Meoshi after the preparations are finished.”

The young guy has a good attitude and way of talking.

“What shall I raise the car with?”

“It’s enough with tea. than that.”

Jinmu hands over the golden treasure he was holding in his hand.

A little greed flashes in his eyes, but it soon disappears. I already know how to be shameless, and I’m pretty good at it.

“Can you change it?”

“How can I change?”

“Half of it will be a slip, and the other half will be a silver yuan bao and a silver coin, respectively.”

“All right.”

Su Dong answered politely and accepted the Golden Yuanbao. Jinmu, who was proud of him, smiled.

“One of the silver coins you exchanged is yours.”

“…yes?”

When the boy raises his head, the emotion of agitation appears on his face for the first time.

One coin of silver is equivalent to 50 nyang of silver.

One piece of silver is worth two bales of rice, so it’s fifty bales.

Sudong was making an expression that doubted his ears.

Children who work at Giru Inn.

Children who started working at such a young age often live a life exhausted from poverty, as their father and mother often have a low income and many siblings.

Because Jinmu was like that seventy years ago. The children around Jinmu were like that too.

In this era, the way out of the bondage of poverty is harder than for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle.

Of course, Jinmu passed through the needle hole.

“Consider today a lucky day.”

“…”

“What are you doing? You haven’t brought your car yet, have you? Not in a hurry.”

“… Thank you! Great man!”

The bustle greeted him vigorously and ran away.

For some reason, the thought of doing something good made my heart happy…

“….”

Jimmu shook his head at the sudden thought.

This guy’s factionalist mental head.

Give money and what do you like?

After giving it away, it feels like a waste.

I can’t take it back… My precious silver treasure…