Episode 12: Jangju (1)
A man in dark blue uniform with an endorsement box on his back was lingering not far from Yeonmokgeomjang’s manor holding an amulet in his hand.
-Flutter flutter!
As he was doing so a large shadow with wings appeared centered around where he was standing.
Eventually it gradually became smaller as if it were descending.
“bore. “Did you find him?”
At those words the shrunken shadow shook its head.
The man made an expression of incomprehension and then pointed somewhere in the air with his sword.
And he closed his eyes and became absorbed in something.
Eventually the man opened his eyes and frowned at her.
‘what?’
After accepting what Gojo had seen he had a hard time understanding the situation.
It didn’t look like the entire manor was surrounded by a hazy fog.
This phenomenon does not occur easily.
It was created by the strong thoughts of a high-ranking vengeful spirit and could be said to be a kind of realm of refuge.
‘….This isn’t normal.’
The area of refuge was close to a barrier in terms of magic.
The only vengeful spirit that could form this kind of refuge area was at least a green spirit or higher.
This was the reason the man took it seriously.
‘How do I do this?’
He tried to keep an eye on it from outside but it became difficult.
Since he was attacked by Banggi-sak (朔) whose magic skills were almost equal to his own he could not hastily approach the magic.
However because Gwiyeonggak has incurred the wrath of the Great Lady there is no way to get inside.
“Hmm.”
This was the car I was thinking about.
In his eyes he saw a drunken young man walking with women who appeared to be courtesans on each arm.
The stumbling young man fell to the floor vomiting and the courtesans woke him up.
“Oh my!”
“A woodworker? A woodworker? You should go home and rest right? “They said they would show me around.”
“Hmm…”
The courtesans who had woken him up by shaking him several times glanced around and looked around.
Then when the young man called Woodworker could not come to his senses he began to secretly search inside his arms.
The corner of the man’s mouth slightly turned up when he saw this.
* * *
According to the Book of Yin Yang Ga Bonseo Jeok Spirit the lowest level of vengeful spirit is a kind of Ji Bak Spirit and can exert influence on living beings to the extent of causing goosebumps or mild chills.
Go Chan became a vengeful spirit due to his determination not to want to die and the morale instilled in him by Mok Gyeong-un who felt unfair.
It is also the lowest level of appropriate age.
Since I just became a ghost I don’t know anything.
Therefore even when it came to possession I had no idea what it was or how to do it.
Fortunately thanks to the advice of the young spirit I was able to take control of Ha Chae-rin’s body.
As he suppressed his ego fragments of his memories seeped in.
A room stained with blood.
A heart full of cylinders.
[Grandpa? Are you really dead? Grandpa is a non-slayer one of the four major assassins in the central region. wake up. You can’t die. Wake up!]
[Moonju’s position is vacant so you want me to achieve 101100 years of age? What kind of shit are you talking about?]
[You can do it! underneath!]
[Grandfather….I will definitely take over your position and get revenge. No matter who it is.]
I learned this while absorbing Ha Chae-rin’s memories.
The fact is that an incident occurred in which Munju was suddenly murdered and as a result Bisalmun fell into considerable internal chaos.
Chae-rin Ha was working hard to become the master of Bisalmun.
‘Was it like that?’
It was quite surprising.
The deceased Munju who received the title of one of the great assassins was an expert who had reached the pinnacle of assassination and as befits the pinnacle of the assassin world had a nearly perfect contract success rate.
Such a great assassin was suddenly murdered.
Looking at Chae-rin Ha’s memories she as well as her granddaughter internally believed that it might have been the work of one of the other four assassins.
If that were the case it might have been quite difficult for Bisalmun to seek revenge.
Of course that was their problem.
Gochan wanted to solve this problem.
“Confucius…”
“yes?”
“Please get me out of this body.”
– Creepy!
Even as he spoke he got goosebumps and skin grew on his arms.
It was because of my own voice.
Anyone can imagine becoming the opposite sex at least once but for it to actually happen it was an exaggeration that was hard to handle.
“If we don’t we have to deal with that woman right away.”
“…..”
It was an assassin who was aiming for Mok Gyeong-un’s life.
He couldn’t be left alive.
“I heard that she is the granddaughter of the ruler of Bisalmun. Did she say she was the next Moonju?”
“That’s right but…”
“She also came because of a retired Gam escort. Wouldn’t it be more troublesome if her granddaughter were to die?”
“…That’s…right.”
Gochan’s voice crawled in.
I couldn’t deny Mo Kyung-un’s words.
Although the disciples of the Bisalmun had a hard time because of her temperament their loyalty and respect for the deceased Bisalsamun was very high.
Therefore if Ha Chae-rin the granddaughter dies the entire Bisalmun family will try to kill Mok Gyeong-un by using all kinds of means and methods.
In fact deep down I hope so.
‘I wish I were dead.’
However if Mok Gyeong-un dies she herself will disappear.
Cheongnyeong told me that this was the fate of food spirits that continued in succession.
‘Damn it.’
It’s amazing.
It was truly no different from slavery.
Since he lived and died with Mokgyeongun he was in a position where he could not be left to die.
Gochan was in a mixed state of mind.
-Whoa.
Cheongryeong who was puffing and exhaling smoke snorted at him and said.
-Why are you punishing me with death? Newbie. Since I’m dead anyway I should be grateful just for possessing a living body.
Is this something to be thankful for?
No then wouldn’t it be okay to put it in a man’s body?
However because she was afraid of Cheongryeong she spoke words that were different from her true intentions.
“…That’s right but.”
-Anyway he was weak while he was alive.
“…..”
-Even if he retired and went to sleep there was almost no hope if he was only second-rate at that age.
“…..”
Should we call him a reckless murderer?
Every word Cheongnyeong said became a sharp dagger and tormented Gochan.
In another sense it was a time when I was speechless.
-Park!
At that moment Gochan instinctively tilted his head back slightly.
“The late Confucius?”
The soles of Mo Kyung-un’s shoes were visible right in front of his nose.
If I had been a little late I would have been hit in the chin by his kick.
Mok Gyeong-un said to him.
“It’s definitely fast. Even better than Gochan’s escort before he died.”
“yes?”
Gochan frowned at those words.
When he thought about it this was not his original movement.
I followed what my body led me to do.
Ha Chae-rin’s body which had reached its peak was so sensitive that it could not even be compared to Go Chan who was only second-rate.
‘ah!’
Cheongnyeong chuckled and said to him like this.
-Why are you so surprised again? It was natural since I was possessed by a strong body.
“Is that something like that?”
-Still it would be better to get used to it. Because your level as a new recruit is low it will take more time to utilize your body properly.
There is also something called vengeance.
When possessed a young spirit that has reached the realm of Imae Mang-ryang can draw out more power than its original body.
However Gochan who was only at the lowest level of appropriate age could not go that far.
Of course even so since it was the body of a peak expert it could be said that it had become so strong that it could not even be compared to its original body.
‘zenith…..’
Go Chan had a strange feeling.
Even when he was practicing martial arts during his lifetime his goal was to reach the top level.
However contrary to his earnest wish he was unable to cross the threshold because he had no luck.
He now has a body that has reached its peak state.
When he became aware of this his mood changed significantly.
-I guess I like it now.
Gochan who came to his senses after hearing Cheongnyeong’s words waved his hand.
Although he was dazzled by the state of climax it still bothered him that he was a woman’s body not a man’s.
-Maybe it’s because I’m a newbie but I still feel like I’m born again.
The young man clicked his tongue.
Once he accepted that he had died and that he was a soul his body was nothing more than a shell.
Of course there is a difference between liking those flaws and not liking them.
I couldn’t understand why they showed such rejection simply because she was a woman.
-Tsk tsk. I would be satisfied if I had a young and beautiful body.
“I am a man. “You may say it’s good to be young but a woman’s body is just…”
-And then if he looks at the admiration from an unseen place and shows a grin while being satisfied with himself he will kill him.
“no. “Why do I do that?”
He himself did not have such taste.
If he was going to possess himself he just wanted it to be a man’s body.
Mok Gyeong-un said to him like this.
“First please get used to that body. “If the opportunity arises later I will let you move.”
He wanted to ask for a change right away but Gochan couldn’t say anything more because he recognized the situation.
Disheartened by this he only nodded his head.
It seemed like he had no choice but to live in Ha Chae-rin’s body for a while.
But will this guy really transfer me to another body obediently?
I feel strangely uneasy.
It was at that time.
-Thump thump thump!
I heard a sound running down the hallway.
Then someone knocked on the door.
-dripping!
“Who are you?”
– Confucius! It is said to be the return of Naedang.
“Please come in.”
At Mok Gyeong-un’s words the door opened and a man wearing the uniform of the inner party came inside.
A man named Bok-hyeon bowed his head briefly and said hello then spoke in a voice full of joy.
“Confucius. Rejoice.”
“yes?”
What is it that makes you happy all of a sudden?
While I was puzzled Naedangsa Bokhyeon spoke.
“Zhangju has woken up!”
‘!?’
At those words a strange look appeared in the eyes of Go Chan who had possessed the bodies of Mok Gyeong-un and Ha Chae-rin.
At the time it was Jangju who was not possessed but was dying due to the murder of a demonic monk.
Although he left the body he was quite weak and it seems he survived somehow.
‘hmm.’
This was an unexpected situation.
Before Jangju lost his life he was contemplating whether to leave this place once he had mastered at least the basics.
There was no need to stay any longer only to end up in bad relationships with the first lady and the second Confucius.
But Jangju woke up.
So has he fully survived?
“Confucius?”
At the call of the inner warrior Bokhyeon Mok Gyeong-un changed his expression and put his hand on his chest and said he was glad.
“Ahh. You’re welcome. “I can’t believe your father has woken up.”
Gochan clicked his tongue inwardly at the sight of him acting.
Of course Bok-hyeon a warrior in the inner circle who did not know the true nature of Mo Gyeong-un had no suspicions.
“This is Hongbok Chief of Yeonmok Sword.”
“okay. “Thank you for coming here to tell me.”
“ah! “It’s not just because of that.”
“yes?”
“Zhangju is looking for Confucius.”
“Me?”
“yes. “He told me to bring him here right away.”
Mok Gyeong-un tilted his head slightly at these words.
As soon as Zhuang Zhou woke up he called himself?
what?
-Isn’t it because of the place hidden in the basement of the pharmacy?
‘iced coffee….’
Hearing Cheongryeong’s words Mok Gyeong-un thought to himself that it might be so.
He said he had just woken up but he could have checked where he hid the secret.
In that case of course he was the target of suspicion.
-What are you going to do?
Mok Gyeong-un slightly shrugged his shoulders at that question.
Right now I had no choice but to go because the samurai of the inner party had personally come to pick me up.
Looking at the happy reaction of the inner warrior it was still not clear whether the blue spirit had called for the problem he had expected.
“All right. “I will go to the main temple soon.”
“no. “He told me to bring him here right away.”
“Right now?”
‘Isn’t it?’
Speaking like this it was difficult to confirm.
Whatever it was it seemed like the meeting with Jangju could not be postponed.
“All right. “Then let’s go.”
As Mok Gyeong-un said these words Go-chan who had possessed Ha Chae-rin’s body tried to prepare to follow his habit.
Mok Kyung-un shook his head and said.
“So… doesn’t Chae-rin’s escort have some things to organize in the warehouse room?”
‘…Go Chae-rin.’
The names were mixed up.
Go Chan frowned as if something was cringe-inducing.
Then I suddenly remembered what happened in the warehouse room.
‘!!!!!’
This is where he lost his life.
Have you not disposed of your body yet?
“I will come back. “In the meantime I’d like to ask you to sort things out.”
“…..All right.”
After Go Chan answered Mok Gyeong-un left the room following Bok-hyeon the inner samurai.
Cheongryeong followed Mok Gyeong-un as if it was natural.
After they left Gochan became confused.
He was now faced with a situation where he had to dispose of his own body.
‘shit.’
Gochan shook his head.
Then he got up to go to the storage room.
‘Hmm.’
Gochan blushed for a moment and looked down at his chest.
He felt strange a weight and sensation he had never experienced as a man.
He even got chicken skin for no reason.
He looked at Tokyo and couldn’t get used to it.
Ha Chae-rin with her alluring face and flowing clothes was just like that and she was definitely beautiful.
Maybe it’s because he grew up so well
‘It’s more annoying than I thought.’
His chest felt a little heavy.
Gochan glanced at the surroundings where no one was around and out of curiosity he unconsciously placed both hands on his chest.
-Srurr!
At that moment Cheongnyeong’s face suddenly appeared through the weather strip.
“…”
Gochan instantly turned into ice and hardened.
-Tsk tsk.
Cheongryeong who saw this clicked his tongue as if he was pitiful and then pulled his face back.
-Sleep!
She hurriedly opened the door and went out but she was already long gone.
Gochan wanted to dig a grave and go in right away.
* * *
‘Hmm.’
As Mok Gyeong-un headed towards the main temple a strange thing appeared in his eyes.
It wasn’t just him going to the parish.
Mok Yu-cheon whose complexion was slightly darker than four days ago was walking along the forked path guided by another samurai.
‘Isn’t this a drug thing?’
Should I say I am fortunate?
While I was thinking that Mo Yu-cheon who had discovered Mo Gyeong-un approached me quickly as if he had something to say.
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