The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman] - Chapter 243

Episode 243

“I apologize again for what I said earlier.”

Let Cheongsang speak out to relieve the awkward atmosphere.

“I felt like a bitch, but it’s okay.”

“…yes?”

There was a brief moment of silence at the Hwangshin’s answer.

Did I hear you wrong?

Seeing Hwangshin’s expressionless face, it seems like that.

While Cheongsang was flustered, Cheongwu sneaked closer to Hwangshin.

“Are you nineteen?”

“…”

“It looks cute.”

“…”

Chung-wu tapped his shoulder, and Hwang-sin looked at him and smiled.

There is a saying to be friendly, but how can you be friendly with a shaman’s guru as a member of the great sapaecheon? In the meantime, what the hell is this piglet pretending to be so close to…

“I’m 19 years old too. But I was the first to become friends with our sasuk.”

“…”

“Cheongsang brother-in-law is old and skilled, so he can give up the seat next to Sasook, but the other seat is absolutely not allowed. Got it?”

Cheng-wu wiggles a finger and shakes his head.

so-called bullying

Hwangshin, who was looking at the scene, made an expression as if he was not praying.

“Smile? Hey, it looks like this friend is making fun of people by doing some stealth. I am the shaman’s chilsungdongja.”

Chilseong Dongja (七星童子).

Compared to Jegal Sansan, who had already earned the title of Yuun Geomryong, and the title of Cheongsang Soseong Geomnyeo, no one gave her an anonymous name, so Chung-woo agonized over it for days and days and finally made it her own.

“So, even though we’re the same age, you should take good care of me from now on. okay?”

The moment Chungwoo smiled friendly and put his hand on Hwangshin’s shoulder, Hwangshin sighed deeply and spat while moving his legs.

And the swear words that burst out of his mouth like tongues.

“I am such a meaty pig. Should I pluck out my eyes and play marbles? Where do you open your eyes that you can’t see well and look at them? what? Do you treat me well? Inspect the young face like a pig’s head in high school. Get a hand on your shoulder? Do you break your palms? If you do it one more time, I will change the direction of your head so that you only look behind you for the rest of your life. Did you understand?”

“…”

Hwangshin swears with a friendly expression without taking a breath.

“Don’t get your hands off of it, you fucking pig? Can you come to your senses only when your very fucking fingers are torn apart? Do you make sure that there is no place on my body that is not sore on a rainy day?”

Chongwu carefully took his hand off Hwangshin’s shoulder with a face taken aback by the swear words he had never heard in his life.

“If you touch my shoulder just one more time, I’ll make a hole in your neck, so do it yourself, huh?”

“….”

“Oh, I’ll live for a while. He told me to be friendly, so I’ll be comfortable talking to you from now on.”

“….”

“Did you say there was an anchovy head blue statue? If you act as an older brother just because you are a few years older, you know that because I will engrave a ring ring on your neck just as much as the years you have lost.”

“…”

“And woman, I wanted to ask you a question earlier, but why do you look at people like that? Do you want to follow the name? Where should I bury you in a scenic mountain? just talk I know a lot.”

Hwangshin really talked nonstop about what made him feel so good.

They laughed so brightly…

The more they did, the more the faces of Cheongsang and Chungwoo Jegalsansan hardened like stones.

* * *

When Jinmu returned from talking with Jeoksaeng, deep in the mountains, Ongdal… Anyway, the atmosphere of the four of them sitting together like little bunnies by the campfire was strange.

Hwangshin smiled and ate the meat, while the rest looked at it with wide eyes like a surprised rabbit.

What happened?

I was worried because Myung Se-chan was giving attention by saying something about a ‘new experience’, but it didn’t seem like they fought.

Well, there’s no way they could have ignored his words as a sasuk and a god.

Hwangsin and Jegalsansan may not know, but Chungwu and Cheongsang have experienced the high level of teaching (?) of Jinmu.

“Are you here?”

Hwangshin gets up as if nothing had happened and lowers his head.

“uh.”

Jinmu answered and tilted his head.

“But why do you look like you’ve seen something you couldn’t see?”

“…That is.”

Cheongsang hesitated.

“what? Why do you all look so disapproving when I tell you to be close?”

“…not like that.”

It’s a bit suspicious to blurt out the words with an embarrassing look, but it’s okay if you don’t fight.

“Sit down. Let’s have a drink.”

“…yes.”

When Jinmu puts the bottle on the floor and sits down, Hwangshin sits down first, and Sajil and Sansan Jegal stand hesitantly before taking their seats.

“….”

Were these people originally this shy?

I feel like I’m trying to get as far away from the Hwangshin’s side as possible.

what can’t you do Well, it’s not as easy as it sounds to just meet and become friends.

Yes, since ancient times, guys are like having a drink and slowly getting to know each other. There’s no reason to care about whether or not Jegalsansan gets closer.

In an awkward atmosphere, around the time when the rounds are going around and the drunkenness rises.

“I have a story to share with the Sajils of Jegal Sojeo, so would you mind avoiding the seat for a while?”

“…yes.”

I wondered what the story would come and go, but Jegalsansan didn’t refuse and got up and moved on, and Hwangsin followed her like an escort.

By the time they got farther away, Jinmu, who had blocked the sound from leaking out by putting a curtain around him, opened his mouth.

“Cheongsang, Cheongwoo.”

“yes?”

“I am going to Sapa’s realm from now on.”

“…yes?!”

At Jinmu’s low words, Cheongsang and Cheongwu widened their eyes.

“No, why? There are so many things for Sasuk to do in the Jeongmumaeng!”

“Sasuk! That’s not okay. Sasuk is our shaman’s dream and hope.”

I guess so. They made so much money, but it’s only natural that it’s a dream and a hope.

“Noisy. I decide my own path. There is no other choice as long as you’ve learned the right way. Master said so too.”

“What about the four priestesses?”

“Sasook… think again.”

Cheongsang and Cheongwu tried to change Jinmu’s decision somehow, but Jinmu’s expression was determined.

“As I said before, build up your strength. And grow into the core of the political affairs alliance.”

“….”

“And change it to the ideal you dream of. The shaman will probably respect your wishes. Because they are growing properly.”

“…Sasook.”

Cheongsang looks at Jinmu vaguely, and Chungwu puffs out his cheeks and makes a disgusted expression.

“Don’t contact me often. Through that guy called Hwangshin over there.”

“Sasook.”

“I believe that Cheongsang and Chungwoo will do well.”

“…yes.”

Chungwoo’s voice is quiet.

Jinmu smiled and gently stroked Cheongwoo’s head.

Their faces were full of disappointment and worry about Jinmu.

A trustworthy Cheong-sang and a grandson-like Cheong-woo.

It was decided a long time ago anyway, and it’s not like we won’t see each other at all, but seeing the look on their faces about breaking up makes me feel bitter.

Could this be how Myung-jin looked at him?

Damn, this kind of feeling is unfamiliar to me, so I’m not used to it.

Yes, when it comes to breaking up, the shorter the better.

Jinmu poured the alcohol and filled the cups of himself and the two Sajils to overflowing.

“This cup is like you. Until now, the shaman has been filled by people around you, but from now on, you have to stand alone. fill yourself up If it overflows, put it in your hand, and if it’s insufficient, it’s not good enough, so just fill it up properly.”

Jinmu emptied his glass at once and stood up.

Following Jinmu, who is getting farther away, Hwangshin quickly runs and follows.

Cheongsang and Cheongwu slowly bowed to Jinmu’s back.

Promising that someday I will be able to stand by his side without failing….

* * *

Wow.

The stream of water meeting the cliffs surrounded like a folding screen makes a thunder-like noise as it falls exhilaratingly, as if it doesn’t care about the far-off height.

The side of the waterfall, which makes you feel awe just by looking at it, was the entrance to the back side of the waterfall along the rocky path made on the outskirts of the lake.

It was full of deep, deep darkness, like an entrance to hell.

wheeeeeeee.

The wind from the waterfall is sucked into the darkness with a creepy sound.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

s painful moan, like a sinner who is punished by death, was mixed in the wind.

In the deepest depths of darkness, where screams can be heard, not overshadowed by the noise of the waterfall.

A young man with no twine is sitting on a chair.

The tight muscles in every corner of the body glisten under the light of the fan, and the wickedly shining eyes like snakes shine exceptionally even in the dark, showing off their presence.

dump.

A small child held in his hand loses its vitality and turns into a throat lice before falling to the floor and breaking apart.

“Whoa…”

As he exhaled like a sigh, deep morale flowed out, and the old man in front of him politely bowed his head.

“Correlation. Raise your head.”

At the low call, Sang-pyeong sits with his back erect with a calm expression on his face.

The man who touched Sang-pyeong’s gaze.

He is one of the highest-ranking people, except for the Grand Palace Lord, and he was the Small Palace Lord Han Seung, who became a demon by taking the vitality of a person to become stronger.

Although he had a position equal to that of the four other palace wives, Sanggangpyeong’s attitude was extremely polite.

“My mother passed away.”

“yes.”

“Is it the work of a man named Jinmu, the Shaman District Prosecutor?”

“That’s right.”

“You seem like a strong guy.”

Hanseung nodded, raised his hand from the armrest, rested his chin on it, and looked at it with languid eyes.

“Correlation comment.”

“yes. Sogungju.”

“You are a very interesting person.”

“…”

“Forcing my mother to die even while killing her subordinates. Moreover, even using the village called the Nameless Village to cut off its tail.”

“To kill my mistress. Could it be? How dare I.”

Gwang Sang-pyeong shook his head lightly, and Han Seung burst out laughing.

“Can’t you be honest?”

“…”

“Even though I block out news from the outside and stay here in order to accomplish my own martial arts, my eyes and ears are not blind.”

“…”

“You don’t think that you, who was almost demoted, would not know that you drove the warriors under your command to death, killed my mother, and secretly obtained my palace?”

At Han Seung’s words, Sang Pyung replied with a cold smile on his lips.

“Since the three palaces were taken away, it was only natural that he obtained the inner palace, but it is unknown that he impelled his subordinates to kill the lord of the palace.”

Han Seung focused his gaze on his words, which did not change his expression.

“What good. If you are, then you are.”

“…”

“But, I mean. Pretty surprised. I didn’t expect you to come and bow your head. Did you think I would put up with my mother’s death?”

“Are you angry?”

“well?”

Hanseung smiles.

Although he suspected that his mother had died and that the person who plotted the plot was Sang-pyeong, he looked annoyed, let alone vengeful.

Was the death of the mother who gave birth to him just such a sentiment?

“I just judged that it would be beneficial to be under the shadow of the Sorceress in order to achieve the cause I had in mind.”

“It’s useful…is it?”

“….”

“To my ears, it sounds like you are going to use me to achieve your goals.”

“I will not deny it.”

At the words of Han Seung, who threatens with narrow eyes, Sang-pyeong answers with a smile.

“What good. Because now I need someone as ambitious and capable as you. If it becomes a knife that cuts me later, you can break it and throw it away.”

After a moment of silence, Hanseung asks again.

“by the way. I don’t know if you’ll be of any real help now that the foundations of the Three Palaces have completely collapsed. My palace is still on my side anyway.”

“If you think so, you can shake off my hand now.”

“…”

Han Seung’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Listen to the story.”

As he said, it’s enough to shake off his hand, but Han Seung was curious about why Sang-pyeong suddenly came to help him.

“How much do you believe in the Lord of the Great Palace?”

“…”

“Originally, the ruler has no siblings or parents.”

“Are you saying the old-fashioned way that power cannot be shared even with flesh and blood?”

“yes. Because it is true.”

There was no change in Han Seung’s expression. It was because he already knew the master of the palace.

“Do you think my father will keep me in check?”

“Of course.”

“…”

“On the surface, he will hand over everything when he is ready, but he is a man of power who has already forgotten his past promises. I can’t really share it.”

Han Seung thought deeply and nodded.

“I will help you. Add the power of the inner bow to the first bow, the double bow, and the three bows, so that the lord of the small bow can obtain the great bow.”

“Funny words. Do you think your father will leave it alone?”

“You have to put on a camouflage so that you can see it.”

“Do you wear camouflage?”

“yes. It is completely faithful to its original purpose.”

“To annihilate Murim and establish a new order under the rule of the Grand Palace.”

“yes.”

“But is that possible? I know all too well the relationship between you and the other princesses, but as I said before, haven’t the Three Palaces collapsed already? Putting Sapaecheon and the Demonic Sect aside, how are you going to destroy the Jeongmu-maeng?”

At Han Seung’s words, Sang Pyeong shook his head.

“The Three Palaces have collapsed. However, it serves its original purpose well enough.”

“The original purpose?”

“The Disruption of the Political Alliance.”

“…?”

“What do you think will happen to the leadership of the Jeongmu-maeng who defeated the Three Palaces?”

“say it.”

“I’m going to try to be more resilient. And in the process, we will try to concentrate our forces on the political affairs alliance.”

“So it splits?”

“yes. The more the political affairs alliance strengthens, the more the opposition from the vested interests will intensify. Throw a little spark into that situation and it will explode like a powder keg.”

“But what if that shaman swordsman installs it again?”

“At most one loach. No matter how strong he is, he cannot change the flow of the whole by himself.”

“good. Aside from the political faction, what about Sapaecheon?”

“That one is easier. The present Sapae Tianju is an arrogant, self-righteous, and stupid great man. Since the Imperial Court’s Byeoncheon precept has already been implemented and two of the Kings of Sapaeo revolted in pursuit of the ghosts of the past, it is no different from falling into self-restraint. It will be the first to collapse among the three midfielders.”

“Isn’t there a law that says that even in Sapaecheon, loaches like Shamanjigeom shouldn’t appear?”

“There is no such thing. A hero never appears twice in a contemporaneous time. The Revolutionary Army, which was considered a threat, did not even leave a proper heir.”

“Hmm, then the problem is the Demonic Cult?”

“yes. One is old.”

“Are you old?”

“Bukridaocheon will surely die within ten years.”

“….”

“If the axis holding the center is shaken, each person’s greed collides and infighting is bound to happen.”

“He is also self-centered.”

“yes.”

“But isn’t ten years too long?”

“I have waited decades for a cause. Also, 10 years is enough time for the lord of the small palace to achieve great achievements.”

“Hehe, do you mean wait for the right time?”

At Han Seung’s words, Sang Ping just laughed.

“But what if. What will you do if Sima Jeong forms an alliance?”

“There is no such thing as that.”

“why?”

“Because the right faction’s will and the evil faction’s hand are always in conflict. It is a fact that has not changed since the beginning of history.”

At Sang Pyeong’s words, Han Seung nodded.

“good. I like it. Mother used me to seize your power, and what do you want from me?”

“I just want to be the eldest son of the Sogungju.”

Sang-pyeong said that, and Han-seung knew it was a lie.

But whatever he’s aiming for doesn’t matter.

ten years.

If it’s long, it’s long and if it’s short, it’s time to pass by in an instant.

After he achieved great martial arts, he would not have to fear even the sky. It doesn’t matter what your thoughts are.

“Trust me, you. But don’t forget that I am always watching.”

“On the day the small bow lord achieves great success, he will hold the long bow in his hand and become the ruler of the midfield.”

The two joined hands for a single purpose with different minds.