Episode 238
When I woke up and opened my eyes, about 2 o’clock (about 4 hours) had passed.
There were no other calls as there were no patients who changed suddenly while sleeping.
As I came out of the tea room, a council member on night shift came running towards me.
“Why don’t you sleep some more?”
These are the eyes.
Looking at the crazy person in the world… But the eyes you make when you feel sorry for that crazy person.
I slowly started to get used to it.
“it’s okay. “Where is Master?”
“I heard you are going to the Murim League.”
“All right.”
Jin Cheon-hee said that and took her jacket.
“Do you want to go too, Lord Sogak?”
“yes yes. “If there is a patient who changes rapidly, please ring the bell immediately.”
“I understand… I understand… Ah indeed!”
The council member took out something and handed it to Jin Cheon-hee.
“It’s a rice ball mixed with medicinal herbs. It’s better than chewing Byeokgokdan. And… there is some leftover rice cake, which is cold but very delicious.”
Expressing one’s heart through rice is no different in Korea or Moorim.
All places where people live seem to be the same.
Jin Cheon-hee headed to Murimmaeng with her mouth full of snacks.
* * *
The day wasn’t even fully bright yet, but there were more people in Murimmaeng than during the day.
This means that there are many difficult problems that need to be resolved due to this incident.
Jin Cheon-hee told someone that she had come to see the Master, and then sat in the tea room shown to her and waited for the Master to come out.
How long did I wait?
The person who came to find Jin Cheon-hee was not the teacher, but Dok Go-seon, a Murim League agent.
She nodded and then spoke with a slightly embarrassed expression.
“I can’t tell you how happy I am to meet you like this. However, it seems that the leader does not want to be disturbed right now, so it will be difficult to enter.”
“It seems like your conversation with Master is deepening.”
“yes. “The contents of the plan are a bit extreme…”
Dokgoseon trailed off quietly.
Is he hoping that Jin Cheon-hee will stop him?
Or is it to ask for other opinions and wisdom?
“I don’t know if this is an issue I can listen to.”
At those words, Dokgoseon nodded and gestured towards the people.
With just a flick of Dokgoseon’s chin, everyone stopped what they were doing and went out in perfect order. The
door
was completely sealed and the tea room was filled with silence.
“It won’t leak out.”
‘It seems like you’re impatient.’
Jin Cheon-hee asked.
“What did you suggest, Master?”
“Baekrin Uiseon said that as long as the identity of the Murim Alliance exists, it is difficult to move hastily without evidence, and if it is left as is, it will be difficult to avoid disaster. “The spark still remains.”
That’s a problem everyone is aware of.
Dokgoseon said.
“Immortal oil from Johoisan.”
Push!
Jin Cheon-hee stopped spitting out the tea.
“Indeed, Baekrin Uiseon’s disciple. “You got there with just two words.”
Jin Cheonhee coughed.
“Master really suggested that…?”
First of all, non-rebirth.
Creating something from nothing.
At first glance, it may seem like something magical.
But the reality is different.
It means insisting that something that is not there exists.
“Are you trying to pretend that there is evidence when there is no evidence?”
“yes. As the saying goes, if you spread rumors and create public opinion, no matter how large the faction is, you will have no choice but to take action. “It is true that my students and relatives were injured.”
Jin Cheon-hee asked back.
“Are we going to spread the word that the Blood Mission used a curse?”
“yes. Very loud, very much. So that other factions have no choice but to move.”
The expression ‘a bold move…’ was not enough.
It was something I could do because I was a teacher.
Jin Cheon-hee muttered.
“It’s better than being late and not being able to do anything. I think that’s probably how they judged it. Besides, once Johoisan’s precepts are successful, it won’t be a problem.”
Next, Mount Johoi.
It means making the tiger come out of the mountain.
One of the tactics of luring the enemy and pulling him out of his nest.
It is good to make the factions angry and rally together.
The problem is next.
“How do we draw out the enemy?”
“…They say you should think about it yourself.”
“yes?”
It looks like you didn’t talk about Dalgi’s relics.
Or, it could be that they are covering it up because it is a precious card and plan to use it later.
“Sir, have you ever thought about it?”
There must be a good reason why Master doesn’t say anything.
Dokgoseon was lost in thought and said this.
“This soldier… recommended the precepts of Noiyoji.”
Simply put, it means making the other person angry.
“…How do you plan to make me angry?”
“It’s simple. “I’m going to swear at you.”
That’s enough?
Jin Cheon-hee asked back.
“What did Master say?”
“You answered that it was a good number.”
…No, that works?
Actually, do you have other intentions?
* * *
There is a thing called a maddamja (賣談者).
While there are people like Sima Xuan who make money by performing Peking opera, there are also people who make money by selling stories, and they are called hawkers.
They are also called storytellers, and in a way, they can be said to be modern-day personal broadcast VJs.
As they paid money to sell their stories, they were all well-spoken and knowledgeable about gossip.
Once you hear their story, which is a strange mixture of truth and truth, you will be hooked until the end of the story.
“Let’s have a nice evening! Some of you may already know this, but let’s talk about Punggye, the hawker who has sold stories at this guest house several times! “Today I’d like to talk about what happened last night. How are you all?”
“Speaking of recent nights, are you talking about the Murim Alliance?”
“That’s all there is!”
“I was curious though, so it’s good!”
“There are a lot of rumors about Little White Dragon, but that’s what I’m most curious about!”
As soon as the master spoke, the guests began to chatter and say something one by one.
Passersby also come to the entrance of the inn, hesitant at the sound of the plumber’s voice.
Jeomsoy guided the passers-by to their seats as if he had been waiting, and the passers-by reluctantly asked for one of the cheapest noodles.
Maedamja Punggye (風鷄).
It means wind chicken.
I don’t know if it was his real name or not, but in Sapa, that wasn’t that important.
His eyes were fixed on a place on the second floor.
This is Sima County.
Since the plumbers have a symbiotic relationship with the guests, most of them belong to Haomun.
There, orphans are trained to become hawks and distributed to all directions.
Sima Hyeon is a disciple of the Golden King of Geumhyeolbang and is famous for not using violence much, unlike other Sapa warriors.
‘But once you touch it, you will see the end. It is known that its hands are extremely cruel.’
It is said that everyone who witnesses the process suffers from nightmares.
Since he is the Golden King’s favorite person, he is naturally nervous about selling a story in front of him.
“Kuhm, then this Punggye will tell you the story in detail. But my throat feels a little clogged…”
Then the jeonjang poured into the basket in front of the plumber.
Normally, you would have to have a trainee go around each table, but the sight of them pouring money in is a sight to behold.
A big smile appeared on the dealer’s lips.
“Oh my gosh, since everyone wants to hear this, I have no choice but to open my mouth! So what happened at the Murim Alliance last night…! “It started with a hairbrush.”
“Hairbrush? “You made such a fuss with just a hairbrush?”
“Yes, yes, that’s right. At best, it’s a hairbrush that’s not as good as a piece of paper, but if you use it well, it can drive even warriors crazy. Have you ever heard of a curse?”
At those words, the customers in the back row stop eating with chopsticks and look this way.
A sign that you have been sucked into the story.
Madam Punggye continued speaking like Cheongsanyusu.
“One day, the items the late exponents were carrying disappeared one by one. Yeah, there was nothing special about it. Like a comb, a plaything, or a cheap headdress. When they disappear, you can just get a new one. So, all the high-ranking warriors of the Yongbong branch thought. “Oh, you drank too much!”
Wahahahaha!
Laughter erupted from the guesthouse.
Even Sima Hyeon Nauri, who was watching, smiled.
With a happy heart, Punggye continued his story.
The blood mission curse and the disgraceful behavior of the political faction that fought under a low-level curse! And the Sapa robbers who fell for that trick!
“Sapa is… it’s a little hard to say it myself, but as you know, it’s something I’ve always done. “It would have happened even without the curse.”
Puhahaha!
Normally, I would have stopped talking at this point and taken the money, but today I decided not to because it was in front of a high-ranking person.
It would be more important to continue the good trend.
Now that the story has moved on to a full-fledged melee, there are no more people sipping tea.
A moment when everyone’s eyes shine and they are fully immersed in it!
“The one who organized it was the White Cloaked Divine Dragon, Jin Cheonhee, and Sohyeop!”
“also!”
“White-robed bright dragon!”
“Is it true that I went around saving people?”
“I heard that a good person is a good person, but is a bit crazy?”
At that moment, Kwachang!
A tremendous sound rang out.
Although it was not visible to passers-by on the first floor, it was clearly visible to Madam Pung-gye.
Smashing the drinking glass that Sima Xuan was holding with just the strength of his fingers!
“You’re crazy! How can you say that! “He is the greatest of all the greats!”
Punggye quickly took care of the situation.
He added a word to his listeners.
“Jin Cheonhee Daehyup! Of course, it’s the White God Dragon! “A true military man and lawmaker with a great spirit worthy of his name!”
Poonggye shouted desperately as he raised his inner strength to a pea-sized level, which he had barely learned at the level of kigijo.
“Oooh! What a madman! “Where can you say something like that?”
“There are many people whose lives were saved thanks to the White Cloaked Divine Dragon!”
The poorer the people, the higher the recognition of the White God Dragon.
Even among those who do not have money to go to a medical clinic, there are very few who are not indebted to Jin Cheon-hee’s medical services.
Also, when people are poor and have nothing to eat, they receive medicinal herbs that are scattered everywhere, such as dandelion roots, that cannot be sold even if they want to, and exchange them for food.
These things are never given in money.
The reason is that if you exchange it for money, the slumlords will force the children to exploit them.
Therefore, exchange it for thin meat porridge or pancakes.
Because these foods have low monetary value, they are less likely to be exploited.
Of course, compared to the food sold in restaurants, the taste is far from good.
However, it is full of nutrients, which drastically lowers the risk of starvation.
To those poor people, Jin Cheon-hee was already a righteous person.
“White Divine Dragon! “White Divine Dragon!”
As the number of people who sympathized with him increased, the word ‘gwangryong’ became popular.
When I looked up to the second floor, I saw Sima Hyeon receiving a new glass of wine and sipping it as if he had lost his life.
‘I’m glad everything….’
