The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman] - Chapter 290
Episode 290
A grand parade in the Jungbu branch of the Jeongmu League.
Preparations were instantaneous.
Jinmu stands alone in front of Shaolin’s warriors who have been formed by Hyejo’s orders. Hearing the news that he was going to face off against Geumgang Nahanjin of Shaolin, the warriors who were building camps in Jeongju forgot their mission and gathered around the Great Ballroom.
“It’s Jinmu.”
Myeonghyeon couldn’t hide his worries and squeezed Jinmu’s shoulders.
Not only Myeonghyeon, but also Jinmyeong and Cheongsang and Cheongwoo of Gapmuban, who lead the warriors of Yongbonggwan, gathered around Jinmu with worried expressions.
“it’s okay.”
“This bastard, no matter how much it is, it is Shaolin’s Geumgang Nahanjin. No matter how high your achievements are…”
Jinmu shook his head with a faint smile at Myeonghyeon’s words.
“A man of longevity.”
“…”
“Even if it’s great, it’s just a man-made jinbeop. No matter how perfect it is, it is also a person who composes it.”
“But…”
“Stay back. I will break it down soon.”
Jinmu lightly shook Myunghyun’s hand.
“Cheongsang, Cheongwoo.”
“yes. Sasuk!”
The frozen faces of the two are no different.
I heard briefly about the circumstances of the past, but I couldn’t understand why Sasuk made such a decision.
“Take a good look. I will unfold it with all of the shaman and martial arts.”
“…”
Jinmu’s words pierced the hearts of not only Myeonghyeon but also the shaman’s students.
Hearing those words, no one dared to stop Jinmu from walking.
“It’s Jinmu.”
“…?”
Jinmyeong was the last to call Jinmu.
“…I’m just asking after thinking about what you said at the meeting.”
“….”
“Do you know a place called Daeryongbang?”
This kid is smarter than I thought.
Instead of answering, Jinmyeong’s face, looking at Jinmu’s back as he turned away with a smirk, seemed to represent his complex state of mind.
Well, maybe someday we’ll have time to talk.
Jinmu was now taking the first step toward becoming the true strongest.
First plan Engrave today’s moment in the eyes of everyone here. Let them all stand as witnesses and awe themselves with one voice.
You must not be careless for a moment.
Because the opponent is Shaolin’s Geumgang Nahanjin, the strongest current midfielder.
Everyone held their breath at the slow pace of Jinmu.
The focused gaze does not turn around even for a moment and faces Jinmu. All of a sudden, everyone gathered there was breathing in sync with his steps, and their hearts were beating in sync with his breathing.
And when Jinmu stood in front of the minister leading Nahanjin, people’s breathless excitement reached its peak.
“Cabinet Minister. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you ever since I heard about Shaman’s heroic story at White Horse.”
“It’s Jinmu. It just increased the falsehood.”
“haha. Who wouldn’t praise your dedication to Moorim at that age?”
“….”
After the mutual greeting, Jinmu and the minister smile at each other.
It was a place where everyone was watching, so it was necessary to be polite.
“The shaman’s Jinmu wants to challenge the Arhats of Shaolin.”
“Hehe, as a martial artist, I am grateful for the opportunity to mingle with the young hero of a shaman, even though I am a member of the Buddhist community.”
Following the joining of hands of the ministers, the Four Great Geumgang and one hundred and eight Arhats bow their heads respectfully.
It wasn’t too much, and it wasn’t lacking either.
“Then let’s begin.”
“Heh, that’s good. Let’s see if we can get along properly.”
After the ministers finished speaking, the four great Geumgang took their places around Jinmu, and the 100 Eight Arhats stood in a circle behind them, holding clubs in their hands, as if besieging them.
“Whoa…”
I just settled down, but I already felt stuffy and felt like my body was getting heavy.
Indeed, it deserves to be called the strongest Jin.
However, Jinmu smiled again and slowly grabbed Ilhui.
Sureureung.
The dazzlingly shining sword body leaves the sheath and reveals itself.
click.
Ilhui spews out a clear sword at the hand gesture that he twists and holds with all his might.
nothing to see We bring everything out from the start and do our best to face it.
Whirling.
The blue Seongi rises from the body of Jinmu, who naturally stands with his Ilhui hanging diagonally.
The wind of Qi, which rose like a breeze, blew the hem of his clothes, and quickly blew like a storm, scattering Qi in all directions.
Parala!
The hem of his clothes fluttered as if it would tear at any moment, and the droplets of blue seongi scattered at the end of the sword gradually expanded its range and covered the sword body.
The seongi that were added and added became more and more condensed and refined, so it soon became a sword.
As the coolness of the sword body and the refreshing feeling of Seongi flowed through Jinmu’s body and spread throughout his body, his heart beat vigorously.
It feels good.
Shining clear eyes, Jinmu’s lips parted.
“I am ready.”
At Jinmu’s words, the cabinet members let out a loud cry.
“Opening! Geumgang and Arhat, do your best!”
At the same time as the cry announcing the start, the Arhats immediately take a posture.
All of them took different postures, and it contained the Shaolin’s Jeolhak, which is called the seventy-two kinds of Jeolye.
Ugh!
As Arhats’ qi resonated with each other to make a magnificent sound, the morale hidden in all directions retreated and the brilliant fire filled the Arhat’s interior.
A feeling of enormous pressure to the extent that the teeth were closed.
Even though I raised all my energy, my whole body seemed to be weighed down.
As if trying to quench the thirst created by tension, the saliva that had gathered in my mouth flowed incessantly, and the hairs all over my body stood on bristly.
At the moment when the string of tension was pulled tight as if it would break at any moment, Jinmu let out a thunderous spirit.
“Haap!”
Fain!
The heightened tension was broken by Jinmu’s first attack, and at the same time, the Four Great Geumgang, who had occupied all sides of him, stretched out their fists toward Jinmu at the same time.
They never moved from the spot where they were, but the kwonyoung of the fist flew with huge energy, twisting the air as if to crush Jinmu.
Shaolin’s pride, Baekbo Shinken.
The only way to avoid the divination by filling all four sides was upwards.
However, Jinmu did not avoid it and stood up to it.
thud!
The deeply planted feet become the roots of the giant tree, supporting the body, and Ilhui, imbued with mighty power, rises and rotates around it as if protecting Jinmu’s body.
The rotation creates a whirlwind and creates a wind, which is called a whirlwind.
This is the first sword ceremony of the shaman chosen by Jinmu.
Ilhui, which rotates quickly in a circle around Jinmu, creates a wind that creates a curtain.
Wow! floating!
Baekbo’s fist touches the membrane and explodes, and the impact causes a rough vibration on the ground. At the same time, the Four Great Geumgang throws its body toward Jinmu, and the hundred-eight Arhats’ Gon chases after it.
The Shaolin monks, who had spread out on both sides toward Jinmu, who started running to avoid the movement, gathered like a huge bird fluttering, occupying the eight directions of heaven and earth and attacking, so they could not escape even if they ran and could not be separated even if they were separated.
In a movement that made full use of Jinbeop’s Ten Wings, Jinmu took seven steps in one breath, returning the steps he had run.
earth! Tadadang!
Chilseong’s sword strike, modeled after the position of the North Star, hit the tip of the goon that was coming hard.
“Anti-magic gold chains!”
According to the call of the minister, the jinchuk changes and the jinbeop changes.
The straight gon falls vertically and seals the movement of Jinmu.
Jinmu’s face turned pale as even the flow of bets became stuffy as the energy amplified by the blows oppressed the atmosphere.
Indeed, it is me. The pressure was strong enough to tie up the master of the river.
Jinmu, who was forced to kneel, grabbed Ilhui and stabbed it straight toward the sky with all his might.
The core of the three-talented sword is contained in Ilhui’s vertical swordplay.
Kurleung!
The one drawn horizontally is called earth, the one drawn vertically is called man, and the one drawn together is the sun, which is the sky.
The energy that started from the ground gathers through Jinmu’s body and gathers at a single point called sword play.
Whoa!
As Ilhui pierced the membrane of the huge Buddha energy that was pressing on his son-in-law, a hole pierced the seal of Arhanjin with a huge reverberation.
“The Tenth Festival of Park Ryong!”
“…!”
The widening hole is quickly filled by the subsequent attack.
Jinmu could not hide his embarrassment at the flow of the Jinbeop, which changed more agile and organic than expected.
How much!
In the spirit of Jinmu, the strong energy of Ilhui is finely split and changed like a thread and overlaps.
A giant net made by an instructor.
As soon as he tried to wrap up the attack that fell violently and burst it, Jin’s power suddenly amplified this time.
squeak.
While the power to tear and the power to block collided in the air, the Arhats rushed in unison, adding pressure to the membrane created by Jinmu.
Crunchy.
Unable to overcome the pressure, Jinmu’s legs break and his knees touch the floor.
“Whoops!”
When the fishy smell came up from the inside and tried to come down his throat, Jinmu gnashed his teeth and endured it, then let go of Ilhui and made a sword and quickly swung it.
Wow! Whoa!
The sword of courtship escape unfolds, and the instructor, who has reached out through the foot sword, splits the air in half.
At the same time, the power to block it disappeared, and Jinmu, who was crushed by the force of Jin, who had nothing to be rough, grabbed the falling Ilhui and pinned it back to the ground to support his body, and the Shaolin monks spurted blood all at once at the momentum he emitted.
“Heo-eok heo-eok…”
Jinmu let out a rough breath and Na Han-jin stopped moving.
Wounded not by an attack but by sheer resilience, they looked at each other at a distance.
It looked like a tiger taking a break surrounded by wolves in a pack.
“her!”
Someone who was watching let out a breath that had been blocked.
“Wow!”
Soon, cheers poured out from all directions.
The young soldier of the short term endured the Keumgang Nahanjin of Shaolin. Even with that alone, everyone felt the thrill.
The birth of a new hero.
Tension turns into joy, and everyone starts to pray for the victory of Jinmu, who faced the majority alone, with one mind, although they did not speak out.
“…damn.”
However, such an atmosphere created Namgung Muhyu’s anger.
It was a place where he should have been noticed, but the guy who appeared out of nowhere took everything.
I felt like I wanted to tear it apart.
The way he pretended to be his master set fire to his old heart.
Jealousy, jealousy, anger…
Namgung Muhyu, whose eyes were bloodshot, was the only one who prayed for Jinmu to be defeated on the spot.
And surprises were erupting elsewhere as well.
“…Tae Taegeuk…Hye-gum.”
Jinmyung muttered to himself as if he had reached the limit of his surprise.
“What do you mean? Taegeuk Hye Sword?”
All of the shamans, including Myeonghyeon, looked at him questioningly, but Jinmyeong could not answer.
he knows
The essence of the sword, which he had endured alone for so long, is unfolding through the sword of Jinmu.
He, who had even demonstrated that he had finally realized it, was merely imitating.
Taegeukhyeom was the core of all shaman sword skills.
Sa Pae-cheon, a warrior he met in Daeryong’s room, realized through the person he called Mukryong’s former master and called Cheonju. Jinmu revealed his true face.
Could it be that he was hidden under the mask…?
Jin’s eyes trembled.
Is it an overkill? Or is it a convincing guess? The shaman’s swordsman, the new god of Sapaecheon…
My head was so complicated.
“Jin Myung-ah. What did you mean Taegeukhye sword?”
“….”
Myeonghyeon asked again at Jinmyeong, who was blankly opening his mouth.
All of the shamans know the basic swordsmanship, but only Jinmyeong realizes the true shape of Taegeukhyeok.
Jinmyeong, who did not want to cause trouble with pointless speculation, replied with a bright smile.
“…What Jinmu, a long master, is using is the Taegeuk Hyesword. It seems that he is trying to transcend Shaolin with the essence of a shaman.”
“what? Is that for real?”
“Yes, I am sure.”
“her! Does that guy… now even want to fulfill the shaman’s long-cherished wish?”
In Myeong-hyeon’s eyes, there is joy that can’t be described in words.
It was called Taishan North Head, but no shaman had ever crossed Shaolin.
No, it was the same no matter what kind of munpa. Since ancient times, Shaolin has been the origin and pride of martial arts in the central plains, and is a symbol of the martial arts in the central plains that have always maintained the strongest position.
To surpass such Shaolin was the common secret wish of all munpas rooted in the central plains.
How long have you been longing for it? How hard have you been working for him?
The trembling in Jinmyeong’s eyes stopped at some point as he looked at Myeonghyeon, who tried to cover his shaking hand with another hand to hide it.
So what does it matter?
Also, what would be different even if he was really a sapaecheonju? He was walking in the right direction more than anyone else when I saw him in Daeryongbang.
Jinmu was just Jinmu, the shaman’s proud sword, and his own priest.
Jinmyeong stared at Jinmu.
However, the emotion in his gaze was not jealousy and envy like Namgung Muhyu, but that of a seeker seeking enlightenment.