The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 172

“Uh ha ha ha!”

deafening

There’s no such thing as too much energy in the sound of laughter.

“To think that Shaman District Prosecutor was so generous to our community. Ha ha ha!”

“…”

Is it a habit?

The bandit in the uniform bursts into laughter.

The long sentence of the communal wave, Jeongsim (正心).

Even though this guy named Taoist wears a teaching name similar to that of Bulgul, his appearance is a statue that even chaeju guys with decent looks will serve in a large format right away.

That’s right. How could that face be a guru of a political faction? He’s a big star in the green world.

Moreover, the laughter that resonated every time the building asked to leave, perhaps thinking that it was grandiose in its own way.

What kind of laughter ate the fire tube or was it the fire tube in the first place… Anyway, it’s too loud even if it’s loud.

“Anyway, how did you save our disciples?”

“On the way back from Kunlun to Kongo, I heard that there was a war in Tianwongfang.”

“Well, it was quite noisy. I heard that the ronin gathered in great numbers.”

“yes. But after seeing the end of the war, I hurried on my way and found my fellow disciples being chased.”

“I did. It really is a blessing in disguise for our children. To meet you.”

“you’re welcome.”

“Uh ha ha ha this person’s modesty.”

Jeong-shim laughs heartily again and asks again.

“By the way, according to Kunlun’s memorandum, I heard that Chen Ryong’s pupil and the daughter of the Tang family are also coming?”

He’s a very curious guy.

Are you being rude to your benefactor?

“On the way, we parted for a while when we heard someone else being pursued urgently. It will probably arrive soon.”

“I see.”

Jung-shim nodded and looked back.

“It was a long talk. Come on. Food has been prepared in the banquet hall to honor the kindness you have given to the common people.”

“yes.”

Hehehe, the treatment is different from the beginning. It was good to be a benefactor.

With a happy expression on his face, Jinmu followed Jeongsim to the banquet hall.

A lot of food was already prepared in the banquet hall, and the heads of the common people were all sitting and waiting.

“Let’s go.”

“….”

“Why not? Oh, did the true shaman have the Ten Commandments?”

I’m fed up with that bastard’s Ten Commandments.

“What about it? I’ll close my eyes, so don’t worry and have a drink. Ha ha ha!”

It seemed that his laughter would be heard in my ears like an auditory hallucination for the rest of my life.

But it’s not that I can’t drink, it’s something else.

Let’s put it like that with all kinds of delicacies.

The problem was the sparkling glass placed in front of my eyes.

This is definitely a gilt-bronze boat coated with gold on brass.

If it was for a benefactor wearing a life preserver, he would have thought it might be so, but even the cups the elders held in their hands were all gilt-bronze vessels.

Furthermore, bottles containing alcohol and vessels containing food were astonishingly Ochae-jagi (五彩瓷器).

It was baked with five patterns in the five colors of the five directions, and even as cheap as a bowl, it was a high-end item worth one nyang of silver.

Do you think that damned masters are even primitive celestials? What kind of extravagance can you pierce the sky like this?

The common influence in Gansu was not so great.

But it’s just a drinking glass and the bottle uses these expensive things?

No hole for money?

Could it be that these guys also receive subsidies from the Politburo just like Kunlun?

If so, they’re really fucking bastards. To go on a spree with other people’s money like blood.

It’s a thought that comes to mind many times, but the shaman’s applicator’s sword… Byeokgokdan’s…

All of them are insignificant except for Cheongwoo, who got fat even after eating grass. Damn it.

As Jinmu watched the drinking party, all sorts of thoughts started popping into his head.

“Why?”

When Jinmu refused to drink no matter how much he suggested it, Jeong-shim stopped laughing and asked questioningly.

“Oh no. It’s not that I can’t drink, but the glass is…”

“Huh? ah!”

Only then did Jung-shim smile again, as if realizing Jin-mu’s hesitation.

“Uh ha ha ha ha!”

Have a little laugh please.

“Shaman District Sword is quite dark about our common circumstances.”

“…yes? what is that?”

“The cavity is different from other gates.”

Of course, no one had ever been like that.

“Unlike other Taoists, he doesn’t shun secular things.”

So what. In the yard where marriage is also held in Hwasan.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You mean money! Ha ha ha!”

Is it something to laugh at while loving it so confidently? Who is the Dosa? Is that also the one who is said to be Jang Moon-in? Wasn’t it really Nokrimdo, this guy?

“We avoid an ascetic life. The Tao is not necessarily there.”

Orientation or avoidance?

Oh, so does that mean you do business with quite a lot of merchants? Receiving donations from numerous families? no wonder.

But still, it’s too extravagant.

It was to the point where I wondered if it was okay to do this with other people’s money.

No, of course not. However, even Kunlun, who was affluent with at least the subsidy, was not to this extent.

They even have the pride of fighting the Demonic Cult and defending the midfield.

what the hell are you

Munpa-ga, who was pushed by Cheonung-bang and couldn’t even eat Gimsuk.

And what if you accidentally scratch the gilt-bronze boat? If the five vegetables are broken, it’s a big deal…

Clink!

To say that, one of them broke.

Jinmu makes an infinitely sad expression.

“Oops! Are your hands hurt?”

Jeong-moon, the elder with a familiar face, makes a fuss.

It can be said that he is a true guru, considering that he cares about people first, but what is broken is Ochaejagi.

How precious.

It’s not even my money, but I’m unbearably angry.

“The cavity seems to be connected with quite a few tops.”

“huh? Top? What are you going to do with a place like that?”

what? isn’t that it?

“This person doesn’t know our joint, but he doesn’t know too much. Didn’t you see it while climbing the mountain gate? Aren’t there deep caves all over the mountain?”

“Ah yes. Are you talking about the tomb?”

Jinmu remembered that of the shaman.

In Wudang Mountain alone, there were seventy-two dark tombs.

“A dark grave?”

“Isn’t it?”

Well, the entrance was a little big to be called a dark tomb.

“It’s a mystery. Well, I might be able to see it. Hot hot hot!”

What is it that you keep laughing at?

“That’s a sin…”

A sin?

“It’s a mine.”

“…”

Jinmu made a stunned expression as he looked at Jung-shim, who was smiling at him.

Ore… Mine?

The kind of place where iron ore, gold, jade, and the like are mined?

“The area around the communal mountain has been rich in mineral resources since ancient times.”

“…”

“The land was given by the government a long time ago, so everything except for taxes is managed by the common faction.”

That’s right…

Only then did Jinmu understand the gilt-bronze pear in front of his eyes, and the heart that worried about people first when the five-colored porcelain was broken.

it’s a mine

It is also a mine that has been drilled so many places in the mountains.

Somehow, Jang Moon-in said that he laughed so much that he was embarrassed, so that’s why it was like that. It was because gold or whatever was heeding.

Somehow everyone said that their faces showed composure, but it was because they couldn’t dry without money

.

It turned out that it was just because the money was rotting.

They say it’s like people who were born with these gold-plated Kangbo wrapped around them.

oh i’m really sad

Poor and pitiful shaman. All the other schools are eating well and living well.

Why is it that you are the only ones like this…

Fuck, I didn’t destroy the shaman back then…

Jinmu bitterly reflected on the attack on the shaman a long time ago. If I had known they were so pitiful, I would have put things in my hands.

Now that I had slapped the poor guys to death, I thought I could understand why the shaman kept swearing at Hyeokryeonmugang.

I felt like I finally understood the reason why Punghwan of Kunlun had so much affection for the shaman.

There are many rich people, but just because they cursed at me, I severely brushed off the poor man’s gate.

“Hot hot hot!”

Jung-shim smiles brightly after biting into his mouth full of greasy meat.

That leisure I don’t want to see.

Let’s see.

If you rise to the highest position of Jeongsama by cultivating Yang’s heart, you will swallow it from the hollow.

They will take all the mines.

I have everything! I’ll even give some to the shaman.

“Let’s eat. hurry. There are many stories I want to share, but for now, let’s eat, drink, and have fun.”

At Jeong-shim’s words to encourage him to eat, Jinmu held chopsticks in one hand and a gilt-bronze pear in the other with a determined expression.

OK! I’ll risk my life and death to eat these guys.

I will empty my stomach and eat until I am exhausted, even if I repeat my vomiting and packing.

I’ll eat as much as possible and give away the wealth you have from birth.

From then on, Jinmu started shoving alcohol and food into his mouth like crazy.

In my heart, I shed tears at the thought of the poor shaman.

* * *

The day was bright and the day at the joint started in earnest.

Like other Taomen, wake up at dawn and breathe fresh air, and start with something similar to a gijo.

It was gymnastics, so-called Taoin Yangsaengsul.

Like Oh Geum-hee (五禽戱), which is said to have been made by Hwa-ta, who was called Uiseong, it was made by imitating the shape of an animal. Each door was different in shape and order, but the purpose was the same.

It is to drive out the morale accumulated in the body with different breathing techniques for each movement and to make it easier to accept Seongi.

After being contacted by Jeoksaeng, Unam and Dang Se-ryeong, who left late and arrived at the joint at dawn, woke up and came out.

Even though they had a time difference of nearly half a day, they arrived sooner than expected because they ran straight together.

I’m glad though

I needed something to pamper to find the Sheep Heart Gong.

Dang Se-ryeong, a rat catcher, or Un-am, who honestly believed in himself, would surely be of great help.

As Jinmu and Unam started practicing curing alcohol with their fellow students, Dang Se-ryeong watched them with a slightly awake expression.

“Hoo? Are you a dog?”

it’s a monkey

“Is that a wolf now?”

it’s a tiger You ignorant!

Dang Se-ryeong meddled with curious eyes on each movement, but all were wrong.

Still, I felt quite comfortable when I drank the refreshing morning air while driving out my morale through curing alcohol.

“Hmm, isn’t it great? Has your complexion improved?”

If you are also an unmanned person, don’t touch it during luck.

Dang Se-ryeong, who was squatting next to Jinmu, who was resting his breath and energy through luck after finishing the curing treatment, watched Jinmu’s face change as if it were strange.

“Whoa…”

Finally, when Jinmu calmly spat out the takgi he had driven into one place and woke up, Dang Se-ryeong suddenly opened his mouth.

“Teach me too.”

“what?”

“What you just did.”

“What are you doing if you’re not a Taoist?”

Of course, Jinmoo was only a master of appearance.

“I think my skin seems to be getting better.”

“…”

To ask you to teach me the well-known Taoist curing technique just for the sake of skin care.

How can an accident roll like you do?

Jinmu looked at Dang Se-ryeong blankly and sighed deeply.

“Learn from Unam.”

“no. How could it be with an outsider?”

“I am?”

“Nanggun.”

At Jinmu’s question, Dang Se-ryeong smiles shyly and is ashamed.

Don’t be shy! You crazy liar!

Jinmu quickly turned around and ignored Dang Se-ryeong and headed to Gwangseongjeon (廣成殿), a common avenue to meet Jang Mun-in.

“Where? Aren’t you eating breakfast?”

“Eat with Unam. I have work to do.”

“Then I’ll eat later too.”

Chasing and chattering constantly, the words of the Dangse-ryeong constantly flowed into my ears.

Like other gates, it seemed to be holding a meeting of practitioners before breakfast.

But why is it strange how it opens the query?

They were lined up like workers who came to get a job.

“Palm!”

“yes!”

“Three blocks!”

“yes.”

“Jonghan.”

“yes.”

“Four blocks!”

Guanggu (鑛區)?

what light bulb?

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