The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman] - Chapter 324

Episode 324

The honorable family members couldn’t even breathe properly at the horror that happened right in front of their eyes.

Young warriors who suddenly appeared at the moment of death and slaughtered the Demonic Cultists at once.

In particular, an unmanned person who identified himself

as Mujin.

There, a skinny, pale Demon Cultist was buried dead on the cliff face like a fossil.

It was just one simple gesture. The Demonic Cultist, who hadn’t even been able to reach my hand, was thrown away.

A person can’t be like that.

a monster a monster

After that, flirting and stealing money from the body of the dead… Those who are more terrifying than the Demonic Cultists have appeared.

In this situation, the powerless Mincho has only one choice.

“Please save me!”

Woo-deung and his family fell flat on their faces like an instinct and begged for their lives.

“….”

Jinmu turns his head to look at them trembling.

“Aaaagh!”

Suddenly, the infant in its mother’s arms began to cry.

“These bastards! Won’t you live? The child is crying!”

“….”

When Jinmu became irritated, Hwangsin and the children, who had decided on an older brother and younger brother through a confrontation of some kind, made unfair expressions.

Hey, lord?

Is it possible to live only with the Lord alone?

However, knowing full well that there are things that cannot be said even with a mouth, the three of them worked hard to calm themselves down.

“These bastards don’t have a heart to consider others anyway.”

Jinmu shook his head and spoke softly to the woman holding her baby.

“Take it easy. If you continue to cry because you are so surprised, you will play.”

“…”

The monster worried about the child.

Hyangran was puzzled, but she quickly turned around and nursed the child, wondering if she might disturb her planting.

It felt like I had to keep my mouth shut if I wanted to live…

“That… in broad daylight… I have a lot of eyes… Keuheumheum.”

Jinmu hurriedly turned his head with a slightly reddened face at the sudden action of the woman.

“Ah, my lord. What are you ashamed of? Where else can there be a scene as sacred as that… That is a mother and a child…”

As Gakchul smiled and said without knowing himself, Hwangshin and So Dongbo hurriedly took a step away from his side.

baek!

As expected… the mouth is the law to earn a hawk.

Jinmu glared lightly at Gachul, who had been beaten and slumped on the floor.

Who dares to treat this bastard as a pervert? I know this baby too.

“Keuhmmmm… I won’t kill it, so stop getting up.”

“…”

At Jinmu’s words, Woo-deung lifted his head and looked at him, but he couldn’t get up, probably because he was frightened.

In fact, there was a heated argument between Hwangsin and the children about Jinmu and his party crossing the border of Xinjiang.

It’s dangerous, so Hwang Shin can’t say anything because he’s worried that he’ll curse as usual in front of Jinmu, who wants to kill the little boys who want to enter secretly, take their clothes, and disguise themselves as demonic cultists.

But Jinmu flatly refused.

behind? Camouflage? That’s what weak people do.

It’s going to be my land anyway, so why are you hiding? entered the entrance Walk confidently, one step at a time.

Then, with an uneasy expression, he found the families of the best who entered the narrow passage first, and when he saw that the demons guarding the gateway were targeting them, he just told Hwangsin and So Dong-bo to deal with them.

It wasn’t even a job to deal with the guys hiding on the left and right of the narrow passage.

Tsk Ttt To think that the guys guarding the gateway were beaten by those pathetic three… It seems that all of their teeth have fallen out. The demons have also weakened a lot.

In any case, it was a jinmu that came in proudly from the entrance.

“By the way, you seem to be one family… what’s going on in Xinjiang? If I did something wrong, the entire family could have been killed.”

“That’s…”

Jinmu asked, but Woodeung, who was already scared, couldn’t answer easily.

“It’s annoying…”

Jinmu approached Woo-deung, who was prostrate, and raised his hand and operated the Seongi.

As the refreshing energy of the spirit drives away the wickedness around them and flows around their bodies, their frightened expressions soon change to comfort.

“Now tell me. How did you come to Xinjiang, where traffic is prohibited?”

Woo-deung, whose anxiety had subsided, spoke little by little.

“Actually…”

Jinmu crossed his arms and listened to the long story of honor.

honor family. They lived in a small slash-and-burn village north of Qinghai.

It was a very peaceful place as it was almost cut off from the outside world, and all the people living in the neighborhood were interacting with it.

But not too long ago, a horde of pirates suddenly attacked and turned the village into a mess.

They set fire to the house and looted food and property, and even demanded a certain amount of money every month.

All who rebelled against them had to lose their lives.

I couldn’t even run away. Some of the people who ran away unknowingly were caught dead at the entrance of the village within a few days.

Wu Deng stole a horse and made a desperate escape with his family, and had no choice but to flee to Xinjiang, where a group of pirates could not pursue.

coffin? The hardships of the slash-and-burn people in the land on the outskirts did not even interest them in the slightest.

Kunlun to protect hearing?

It’s fortunate if he doesn’t get caught and killed before going that far.

“So you risked your life to come to Xinjiang?”

Woodeung nodded at Jinmu’s words.

“It’s all the same whether you die this way or that way… Rumors about Xinjiang are vicious, but if it’s still a place where people can live…” I thought

that might be the case.

All the villagers know about the Demonic Cult is just rumors going around.

“Hmm… But why are there a bunch of firefighters?”

To Jinmu, who tilted his head, So Dong-bo cautiously replied.

“Aren’t they the Nokrim bastards who were kicked out of the heavenly camp?”

“…”

Ah! Maybe.

The present Sapaecheon had announced that it would strictly rule those who damage private houses unrelated to Murim except for receiving appropriate protection money as in the past.

Large-scale cleaning work had already begun by Jeok-saeng, and greening was naturally included in the target.

The Woodeung family suffered unexpected damage in the process of cleaning the green forest. After all

,

it happened serially because of me…

Those who realize what they did wrong only after entering the coffin.

If you want anything special, you have no choice but to let them smell the incense.

Jinmu, who got up with a frown on his face, calls out to Hwangshin.

“god!”

“Yes, Lord.”

“Send a communication to the enemy.”

“…?”

“Give orders to all munpas belonging to Cheonghae, Nabal, and Sapaecheon. From now on, wipe out all the young green forest bastards regardless of the realm of love affairs.”

“All right.”

Hwangshin hurriedly lowers his head, writes a letter, and sends a copy.

Jinmu nods at the sight of Jeon Seo-gu flying up and down.

it became that They’re not the ones who will be wiped clean, but they’ll probably be quiet for a while.

“Okay then, everyone carry your luggage.”

“…yes?”

The emperor and the children tilted their heads with puzzled expressions.

what load? Are you referring to the burden of an honor family? Why? People who have nothing to do with you?

“What are you doing?”

“Oh that… I see.”

Whatever it is, it’s good to just follow Jinmu’s orders.

If you don’t want to be like the extroverted person from before…

Remembering the obvious fact, Hwangsin and the children accepted it as if they were taking the burden of the honor family.

“How?”

Woodeung looked at him with a bewildered expression, but Jinmu didn’t explain anything to him.

Whatever happened, it happened under his name, so he takes responsibility until the end.

To bring the families of honor to Xinjiang safely and give them a place to settle down.

It is impossible to help everyone who has been harmed, but not turning a blind eye to what is seen is the way Jinmu takes responsibility.

“Let’s go!”

With Jinmu walking ahead with a cheerful slogan, the slaves, or subordinates, 5, 6, 7, began to follow, surrounding the excellent family.

At this moment, the superior family, not knowing that they had a safer escort than the emperor, were just afraid of the monsters.

* * *

The Sun-Yue Demonic Cult has ruled Xinjiang for a long time.

Just as darkness always sits on the other side of light, the Demonic Cult has also shared its history with the Jungwon Murim.

However, the Demonic Cult had a slightly different governance structure from the literati in the central plains.

Blood law and strong self-respect.

It was the Demonic Cult that continued its history with only those two things.

Even in the Demonic Sect, the title of minor priest existed, but it was just an agent, not a succession. Because there is no such thing as enemy in the first place.

The seat of power of the Demonic Cult was a seat that was only allowed to the strongest warriors from generation to generation.

Anyone can challenge the seat of power, and the strongest among those who challenge becomes the leader. defeat is death There are no exceptions to this absolute principle.

The reason Bukridaocheon has been able to wield absolute power over the past 40 years is because no one has surpassed him.

However, there was one existence that even Northern Lidocheon, who had all the power, could never ignore.

* * *

An old woman full of wrinkles sat in front of a platform where a single flame swayed lonely.

She had her eyes closed the whole time, and for some reason, she had a dark complexion.

“How can I die?”

The ruler of the Demonic Cult, Bukri Docheon, approached her and sat down next to her with a playful voice.

“Are you here, Master?”

The old woman cautiously steps aside and bows while sitting.

“Listen to the sound coming and pretend not to know… But how is that expression? Has your mad god scolded you?”

The old woman’s worried face did not lighten even at the words that Bukri Docheon smiled and handed over.

The old woman was the only person in the Demonic Cult that North Ridochun had difficulty with, and she was a woman with whom he could share his heart without secrets.

Heavenly Mountain Goddess.

If Bukri Docheon symbolized the power of the Demonic Cult, she was the same as the soul of the Demonic Cult.

“Tell me. It’s been a while since you’ve seen that expression.”

“…”

Her wrinkled eyes slowly open at Bukri Docheon’s words.

“Would you like some tea?”

“What about tea…”

Even though she snorts as if she wants to hear all the funny things, the Heavenly Mountain Goddess gestures to Shibi.

Sabak Sabak Sabak.

With the sound of dragging skirts on the floor, a woman with a beautiful appearance cautiously approaches holding a teapot.

Squeak.

After politely getting out of the car, the woman who tried to back away was stopped by the Heavenly Mountain Goddess.

“Sit down too. I have to listen.”

“…”

At the words of the Heavenly Mountain Goddess, Bukri Docheon’s face removes the playfulness that had been present all along and retains its original solemnity.

The woman serving the tea is a child raised by the old woman Sohyang as her successor.

She was a being who had to carry on the name of the Heavenly Mountain Goddess, and was a being who shared her life with the religious leader.

There was only one story she needed to hear.

“I thought it was serious, but it turned out to be fun.”

“…”

At Bukri Docheon’s words, the face of the Heavenly Mountain Goddess became even darker. Because I know the meaning of his words well.

“Looks like the damn god heard my prayers. Looking at the answer now.”

“…”

The Heavenly Maiden shook her head at Bukri Docheon’s empty tone.

“Not sure.”

“…”

“It was just an illusion.”

The Celestial Goddess turned her head with a firm expression.

Fire.

The blue flame that rises from the golden cup placed on a small ivory stand. The holy fire that has never been extinguished even once, along with the existence of the Demonic Cult.

“Something that has never existed before in the South and North is approaching in a deep red color.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Perhaps… Then someone sat on the throne…”

“I couldn’t figure it out?”

“…”

The old woman just nodded at Bukri Docheon’s question.

“Hehe, what’s the problem?”

“…Leader.”

“It’s a life that will end anyway. It’s been stagnant for a while, so it should flow now. I have no more greed. You’ve been doing it for a long time, so isn’t it time to entrust this child with your duties and take a break?”

“…” “But I hope the guy

who is aiming for my position is a terribly strong guy like the dead Hyukryunmu-Gang.

Naga stared at Bukri Docheon’s back with a deep sigh.

A revelation that came to me from time to time whenever there was something important in the Demonic Cult.

But it wasn’t clear.

Because it is the shimmering of the torch seen through human eyes, there have been frequent misunderstandings.

The only thing that was certain was that another bloody wind would blow into the Demonic Cult.

During the reign of Northern Lidocheon, there was a strong bloody wind that had never been seen before…