Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 462

Episode 462

“Cheongsa-an!”

“Yes Sasook!”

“….”

How can this guy never change?

It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time, and I’m going to have a good time.

I didn’t call you, so please don’t run and answer me one by one.

He wanted to give it away, but one of the reasons he visited the shaman was related to Cheongsang, so Jinmu sighed and looked at the top of Mt. Mudang in the distance.

The place where the past self destroyed and opened up a new life for the person who came back.

Jinmu turned his head and looked at the people following him.

Cheongsang, who was brought up properly and will definitely grow up.

Cheung-woo, a fat glutton who has no sense, is stupid, cunning, but honest.

And Woo Yang-jin, who joined while posing as a fake prince in Gansuk, and Kak-chul, who returned safely after completing the double spy mission.

Unlike those who went back to Sapaecheon and Makyo to prepare to deal with the Grand Palace, Hwangsin and Neungseohyun insisted on personal escorts and clung to the end.

Lastly, I thought I had left it alone, but somehow I knew that even Dang Se-ryeong followed like a ghost.

Those who remained were all new ties I met in this life.

King Sapao, a relationship from the past, and those who have become so precious that the superiority and inferiority of their friendship cannot be covered.

Come to think of it, I hated it to the point of death when the soul first dwelled in Dodong’s body, but now that I see Mt. Mudang, I feel at ease.

as if returning home.

Have you had a lot of work in the meantime?

Yes, I don’t think it would be bad to go back to the shaman’s arms for a while and feel the trivial daily life for a while.

“Come on, let’s go. I sent a message in advance, so Master will be waiting for you.”

“Yes Sasook!”

Following Jinmu, who increased his walking speed, the party hurried their steps.

And it wasn’t long before we arrived at Haegeomji, the pride of Mt. Wudang…

“What is this?”

Jinmu couldn’t help but be surprised.

The edge of the sea… The edge of the sea…

“…Huh.”

has grown enormously

Much more than the last time I came.

Moreover, there was a reception hall where guests could rest for a while, and from now on, a simple stable was built to replace the horses that Jinmu had driven as a punishment long ago.

Is that all?

The trail beyond the reception hall to the conduit… no, it’s not a trail. As long as you do this, it will be as it is. Well, it’s very freshly cleaned.

And what about the prose?

Kunlun with an institution installed? A cavity made through a rock wall?

It can’t even be compared to anything else.

It was much grander and more majestic than that of Odaedomun, where I felt admiration and deprivation at the same time while going around the pyoju.

Even on both sides of the mountain gate built with beautiful wooden pillars, the statues of Primitive Cheonjon and Jinmu Daeje, enshrined by shamans, are carved out of stone, not wood.

These crazy bastards…

I’m not saying this is all my money now.

Can’t think of the poor tadpoles, huh? Spending money like this?

While Jinmu frowned at the absurd extravagance of the monk who had returned after a long absence, a guru guarding the sword gave them a look and jumped in surprise.

“Jimmu!”

“…”

Wow!

This… Damn Jinheo bastard.

In the meantime, it seemed that he had been boiling the firebox, and his voice was still so loud that it was almost deafening.

That damned habit of hugging her as soon as she saw her hasn’t changed either.

But even though he could have avoided it, he let Jinmu go.

I could clearly see the joy on his face.

“Long time no see.”

“Hey! Long time no see! If there is no residual, how can it be so? Running through the entire midfield and never stopping by on the way!”

“I was busy.”

“Hot hot hot! Well then. Is there anyone in the world as busy as you!”

“….” Why

is this bastard so devoid of context in the conversation?

After blaming him for not coming, Jinmu smiled and took Jinheo away from him when he said he was busy and quickly changed his attitude by saying he understood.

“Greetings, Mr.

“oh! Cheongsang Cheongwoo. You also suffered a lot.”

Jinheo, who barely escaped, was greeted by Cheongsang and Cheongwu.

“This person must have been the latter… Could this boy be that disciple?”

Even though he was well-dressed, Jin-heo, who had no choice but to recognize the scruffy extrovert, exchanged greetings and asked Yang-jin Wu.

“yes.”

“Hot hot! That fake prince is right. Heard my story. If so, is it a celadon boat?”

“Ah, that’s…”

Cheongsang hesitated to answer and glanced at Jinmu.

“I didn’t receive it as a disciple of a shaman.”

Jinmu answered on behalf of the hesitant Cheongsang, but Jinheo didn’t mind.

“Indeed, it is. If you want to be promoted, you have to tell the elders and scholars. Anyway, well done, little one. No, does it have to be sandal? Ha ha ha!”

“….”

This bastard only listens to people talking, but only with the back of his ear?

A personal disciple is not a shaman’s disciple!

Unable to see Jinmu’s eyebrows lifted upwards, Jinheo patted Woo Yangjin’s shoulder once and then immediately moved his gaze to the others.

“Ah, are you a small person?”

“Yes, nice to meet you.”

“I have heard a lot. And these people…?”

“…”

Hwangshin and Neung Seohyeon exchanged glances with puzzled expressions.

He was a shaman called Taesan North Head of Jeongpa and the center of Jungwon Domun.

Although they were brought together by Jinmu, it was very difficult for them to openly reveal their identities because they were the Demonic Cultists and the Sapas who had long been in denial.

Neungseo-hyeon had already managed to hide the evil spirit from the beginning of Wudang Mountain, and Hwangshin, who knew the history of the past shaman’s downfall by Sapaecheon, was even more cautious.

“This is Neungseo-hyeon Yeo-hyup and Hwang-sin So-hyeop, who are escorting Sa-sook.”

The quick-witted cheong-sang answered on behalf of the perplexed ones.

“Among the Magistrates and the Sapaecheon Silver Guard?”

“…yes.”

“Hmm.”

When Jinheo looked at the two blankly, Neungseohyun hurriedly gave a fist and said.

“If you’re uncomfortable with it, we’ll wait here…”

“Wait? what nonsense. Nice to meet you. Bondo is Jinheo, the great disciple of the shaman Wonhwagwan.”

“….”

Hwangsin and Neungseohyun made puzzled faces as Jinheo greeted them by holding out his hand with an outstretched embrace.

“How about the Demonic Cult or the Sapaecheon? Isn’t the Dead Sea called East Island? Even in the main text, there was a time when they were bound by the past and held grudges, but the past is the past, and now they are united as one by our jinmu. Master Jang has also commanded us to attend without prejudice, so you may rest in peace.”

“Ah yes…”

Both of their faces blushed slightly.

When Jin-heo, who would have started with a knife first, greeted them so warmly, they felt that they were petty.

“By the way, how is the brother-in-law, who is working at Wonhwa-gwan, on the Haegeomji?”

Jinmu cleared his throat at the awkward atmosphere and asked, and Jinheo snapped his fingers as if he had just remembered it.

“Oh look at my mind. I have been waiting since morning to give you this after I received a message that you have arrived in Danjiang.”

“…?”

When Jin-heo summoned one of the disciples of Lee and untied the knot in the cloth he was holding, the transparent white hemp cloth was revealed.

It was a white dragon robe that was like the mark of a shaman sword.

“Master Myungjin waited for you to come and made it with great care, stitch by stitch.”

“Master?”

“okay. He told me to put on this clothes and come straight to Jaso Palace.”

“…”

It sounds like a sweat, a sweat.

Just looking at it, it is clear that it was made at a clothing store.

Strangely, however, after hearing Jinheo’s words, I felt as if I could feel the teacher’s warmth from the white dragon embroidered on Jangsam.

But I had already made up my mind, so I couldn’t bear to wear it.

“Listen, Cheongsang.”

“yes?”

Cheongsang tilted his head at Jinmu’s words, then accepted the wrapping cloth.

Well, Sasook didn’t really enjoy white clothes from the beginning.

He didn’t wear the one he was given when he first became a shaman….

“Let’s hurry. Jang Moon-in will wait for you.”

“yes.”

Following Jinheo, Jinmu, who arrived at Jasogung at the top, was able to see the disciples practicing in the training hall.

“How many are there?”

“Heh heh, right? Since you became famous, the number of people who adored you from their teens to their twenties and applied to become a shaman increased exponentially. Although they have not yet been officially listed as thieves, they are all children who will become the third generation, Unja Bae.”

“…”

Unja Bae.

Well, the time has come since the Hangryeol has turned around.

He is also an old man.

At this point, as a model of longevity, his lifestyle should be widely known.

To live until the return of Hangryeol.

“From now on, everyone will be the future of our shaman, so take good care of him.”

“Ah yes…”

“What are you guys doing! The shaman’s pride, the shaman’s sword, is back! Hurry up and show your respect!”

When Jin-heo shouted to the surroundings, the disciples in the gymnasium shouted in unison.

“Shaman’s disciples meet Sasukjo!”

The high-pitched voice echoed at the foot of the mountain was rather majestic, but Jinmu nodded with a carefree expression.

The future is a piece of shit…

From Jinmu’s point of view, he was just a loner who only eats rice for the subject of mediocre skills.

By the way, don’t you know that these guys are a minority elite?

It’s not so easy to learn the leading skill, and it’s just a matter of selecting and raising talented people. Why did they call so many people?

It is nothing more than a sasang pavilion (沙上樓閣) to inflate the body to increase the unnecessary amount.

And even putting that aside, how can you afford that huge operating cost?

How much do you have to spend to eat, sleep, and clothe those many bastards who claim to be practicing the sword and never earn a single penny?

In the meantime, the black on the waist is shiny without a single rust, so it’s costly…

Ha, this costs a lot of money.

Jinmu shook his head and entered the palace.

* * *

“Shaman Jigeom Jinmu announces his return to the elders of Samantha.”

Jinmu and Cheongsang Cheongwu bowed respectfully at the Great Hall of Jasogung.

Myeonghyeon, a long-time official who received the bow, and the owners of each palace could not hide their satisfaction.

“Hehe, if you’re back, it’s just a matter of sitting down and chatting. What about greetings?”

“That’s right. Jangmunin. Isn’t Shaman District Prosecutor officially in the same position as us?”

He frowned as if he was not satisfied with the master craftsman’s heartwarming refusal.

It’s because the person in charge of the tsk tsk shaman’s precepts is so generous.

What do the new disciples learn, and what do the shaman’s guests think?

No matter how much you follow me, isn’t it a place where there are people from the Tang family, Sapaecheon, and the Demonic Cult?

In my time, even eating some meat rolls my eyes, huh?

“no. If you don’t do what you have to protect, how can the discipline of a shaman stand properly?”

“…”

In response to the answer of keeping the master’s degree, the elders as well as the first disciples in charge of each palace contorted their faces strangely.

Jinmu, is that what you are going to say now?

where are you sick?

Who the hell was the one who seduced the master and Sajil to eat the meat first, and who else was the one who gave them the death penalty and made them lie down?

It felt as if something had been evangelized.

But yes what to do?

It changed due to Jinmu and is now a shaman who is becoming stronger day by day.

“Stop bowing and sit down comfortably.”

“yes.”

At Myeonghyeon’s words, Jinmu sat down.

“I have heard of your performance.”

“….”

“The original guy… Moorim wasn’t enough, so now he’s known even to the imperial family.”

“Yes, what…”

Jinmu scratched the back of his head as if he was embarrassed.

Even the appearance of being shy was only admirable to the elders and scholars.

“Even so, there was no way to stop my condolences by personally sending letters to the crown prince to express my gratitude.”

“…”

The Crown Prince sent a letter?

What if you do it again?

Jinmu widened his eyes and looked at Myeongseon, the head of the Wonhwagwan, who was in charge of the shaman’s housekeeping, and Jinheo, the main disciple.

A thumbs up raised towards Jinmu with a bright smile.

Ssang… Somehow, they were very happy.

There was no doubt that the prince of this bastard had taken care of his share without knowing anything.

It’s like a fucking guru.

Someday I will definitely break this false link between labor and profit.

“The Jeongmu Maeng decided to send a letter, so this time we have to engage in an all-out war with the people called the palace?”

“…yes.”

Jinmu turned his gaze away from glaring at Myeongseon and Jinheo and answered.

“It’s a big deal. I heard that your strength is not formidable… I heard that you received full power from the crown prince.”

“yes. I am very worried because there are many deficiencies.”

“Is it not enough? You don’t have to be so humble in front of the elders of the samurai.”

Myeonghyeon smiled in satisfaction at Jinmu’s calm modesty.

“Anyway, since it happened, our shaman decided to actively participate.”

“Are you joining?”

“Isn’t cancer a natural thing? How can I put such a heavy burden only on you? Since it is a crisis in the midfield, the shaman should also step in and help.”

“Nothing. That’s right.”

“…”

Here and there the elders nodded and helped one by one.

Fools… It’s only been three years since it was rebuilt.

Without a needlessly overflowing sense of justice.

And what are you going to do with the insectivores that you have gathered outside? I have a big dream too.

“When they arrive, there is still time, so make sure to rest well at the temple. Take it easy and teach the disciples a little.”

“Yeah, but I go back after resting… Yes? teaching?”

Jinmu, who had been answering broadly with his head lowered, suddenly raised his head.

No, are these trying to pamper me again?

It was very difficult.

I had to cut it off before I could say anything more.

“Don’t worry about that, Jang Moon-in. Don’t you know how Jinmu taught Cheongsang and Cheongwoo? And how strong those kids have become.”

“Nothing like cancer.”

“…”

No, Master. If you laugh all the time and interrupt like that, it’s against the rules.

i just yes I’m here to rest for a while. Rest.

“Heh heh Jinmu. Let it be. Just think of it as resting and hang out lightly.”

“…”

“The new disciples have all been waiting for you to come. How embarrassing it was to bother me several times a day. haha.”

“…”

Damn it

.

yeah let’s think

Wouldn’t that be a good thing?

In Jinmu’s mind, the numerous bloody lumps he saw at the gymnasium came to mind.

Yes, there is still time left for the palace to arrive anyway.

Even though I have a heavy duty to block the palace!

Everyone wants it, so do it yourself! trivial!

don’t let me teach you

Look forward to it, guys from 10 to 20 years old.

With unbearably harsh teaching, you guys!

will throw them all out.

Jinmu nodded and clenched his fists.

Yes. Catching up on operating expenses that leak indiscriminately is also the way for an inquirer. Cancer.