Myst, Might, Mayhem Chapter 8

Episode 3 Strange (1)

In front of the visit where Jangju is located.

Lady Seok the godmother of Yeonmok Swordmaster who was waiting with an upright posture looked up at the sound of footsteps climbing the floor.

She saw a middle-aged man with a beard wearing a shabby gi with a yin-yang diagram on his back carrying an endorsement box filled with old books and utensils.

He was the Bangsa (方士) called by Mrs. Seok.

This monk called Myoshin was rumored to be quite useful in Mongseong.

Mrs. Seok looked at his movements from top to bottom and clicked her tongue slightly with an untrustworthy look on her face.

The commander was in a bad mood and did not care at all.

Despite her attitude Bang Bang did not show much and instead suited her mood.

“Can I see Lord Jang now?”

“is it so.”

“Thank goodness. The longer the strangeness lasts the worse the situation will become. If so please transfer all the people within 30 yards around the main building where the owner is staying. “If you stay close you might get caught in the unclean state of the Lord.”

“I did.”

What good is it that calls for a release and leave people around wondering if it is a good thing?

I’ve already cleared the area as a suitable excuse.

“If you would also step down…”

-Sigh!

At that time Mrs. Seok gently raised her hand and she said.

“Do you remember the favor I asked you?”

Bangsa grinned and responded to these words.

“Of course.”

“great. “I believe it when they say Myo Bangsa is so magical.”

And she lowered her voice and whispered.

“If you can find out where the lord’s official seal and rank are I will immediately give you three hundred silver coins as promised.”

“Oh my thank you.”

Bangsa Myoshin bows his head and expresses his gratitude.

Seeing his appearance Mrs. Seok let out a light breath.

“Whoa.”

In fact she was also a Bangsul so she didn’t really believe in this kind of thing.

It only changed thanks to one opportunity.

However she only called Bangsa with some expectations.

‘…If you had just given that child strength this wouldn’t have happened.’

To think that the child of a gisaeng who is not even your original wife is your successor.

Resentment formed in Mrs. Seok’s eyes as she looked at the door where Jangju was.

* * *

The road leading to the main building of Yeonmok Geomjang where Jangju is located.

Gochan who was standing side by side and leading the way glanced at Mokgyeongun.

‘What are you thinking?’

It is certainly true that Jangju’s life is directly connected to him.

But what can you do when you see a man like that?

‘Are you sure you’re going to try to save my life?’

If that’s the case it’s even more difficult.

I know that Jangju’s knowledge of medicinal herbs is extraordinary but all the doctors in the area including the attending doctor have already given up.

It is said to be a strange place where neither the symptoms nor the disease can be accurately identified.

It means that there is no way to do anything at the time when the expression “strange” is used.

‘What on earth are you planning?’

I can’t read this guy’s thoughts at all.

‘Aren’t you more worried about this guy than that?’

Rather Gochan was concerned about something else.

If I were to stand out and say something for no reason and it was discovered that I was fake I might be in trouble even before I could change ropes with the guard.

At that time Mok Kyung-un looked somewhere and asked.

“What are they doing there?”

“That place is a training ground where martial arts are practiced.”

The first training ground was located where Mok Gyeong-un pointed with his head.

There are a total of four training halls in the Yeonmok Geomjang including one dedicated to Jangju.

The third training hall was for general martial artists in the hall the second training hall was for retainers to train their martial arts and the last training hall first was for Confucius only.

“It’s a place to practice martial arts…”

There was interest in Mok Kyung-un’s eyes.

Seeing this Gochan clicked his tongue inwardly.

In a situation where life and death were unpredictable the desire for martial arts was no different from a vain delusion.

‘Do you think you can catch up with the death penalty if you learn it now?’

It must have been difficult for him to even walk so it was frankly ridiculous to even think about learning martial arts and killing a top-notch expert.

At that time Mo Kyung-un suddenly called him.

“Gochan escort.”

“Yes yes.”

“I feel this way every time I see Gochan Escort he seems to have very desirable eyes that roll back and forth.”

‘!?’

Gochan startled stopped walking for a moment.

As he stiffened and turned his head Mok Gyeong-un put an arm around his shoulder and said

“I guess he’s not mine yet.”

“Is that possible?”

“We have to look ahead. Gochan escort. “Is someone going to eat them?”

‘…Fuck you bastard.’

I was truly anxious.

Mok Kyung-un’s eyes were looking directly at his left eye.

It’s as if he’s dying to rip out his own eyeballs.

Gochan walked in front of him his shoulders shaking.

Mok Gyeong-un said to him with a grin.

“it’s a shame. “Right?”

‘What what?’

I feel like cold sweat is running down my back.

The more I get to know this guy the more I feel like I’ve touched something that shouldn’t have been touched.

Gochan walked forward trying to keep his anxious mind at bay as much as possible.

‘ah…..’

Then Gochan noticed someone in the training hall.

In the training hall there was a boy with a strong appearance who was taking off his upper body.

The boy with well-developed bronzed upper body muscles was sweating profusely.

‘Mokyucheon.’

He was Mu Yu-cheon the youngest Confucius.

Even though he had a natural martial ability his passion was so great that he invested all his time except eating and sleeping in practicing martial arts.

It was not for nothing that Zhuang Zhou was his favorite.

‘They live together.’

It was no exaggeration to say that the first training ground was for Mok Yu-cheon’s exclusive use.

“There’s someone training.”

In response to Mok Gyeong-un’s words Go Chan spoke in a whispering voice.

“I am the youngest master.”

“the youngest? “Is that friend Mok Yu-cheon?”

“Yes.”

“Is that the way to learn martial arts?”

“We are developing lower body strength through Mabo. “It can be said that the basis of all martial arts comes from the lower body.”

“okay.”

“Confucius. I think it would be best not to look at the youngest master. “We might get involved for no reason.”

“Just by looking?”

Gochan looked at him with a frown.

I’m sure he must have seen the information sheet that Howie Gam gave him.

Mo Gyeong-un’s martial arts skills are truly third-rate.

But since he was a fake if he bumped into someone while doing something stupid he might be found out that he was a fake.

And there is a bigger problem than that.

Gochan whispered and said.

“The youngest master really hates you.”

“iced coffee.”

Mok Gyeong-un nodded his head.

This is what was written on the information sheet about the real Mokgyeongun.

[It’s disgusting to see a lowly person criticize someone for his outstanding martial ability. It won’t happen but if you ever run into him he should refrain from engaging in conversation.]

I was on guard enough to write this down.

Something happened.

“Why do you hate it?”

Gochan who hesitated for a moment at that question whispered in my ear and said.

“…A real master belittled the mother of the youngest master calling her a lowly gisaeng bitch and was beaten to death.”

That was already two years ago.

I still remember it.

This is the real Mok Gyeong-un crawling on the floor because his leg bones and ribs were sore.

He wasn’t really crying out for his life.

As such the youngest Confucius Mu Yuqian truly hated Mu Qingyun.

“You seem to have a good heart.”

“yes?”

“But seeing as the limbs were left unharmed.”

‘….’

His eyebrows furrowed.

As expected this guy has a different thinking structure.

Even if it’s fake it’s just like your own story.

Anyway it wasn’t the time to be like this.

“Anyway let’s go quickly. It is better for him not to clash with other Confucius now. “It could get really dangerous.”

Mok Gyeong-un chuckled silently at the high priest’s request.

It was a really fun place.

Seeing his brothers bickering with each other like this.

So they passed through the training hall and went to the main building where Jangju was.

Gochan frowned as he looked at the pavilion leading into the main building.

‘what?’

Normally the manor’s guards would be guarding the front of the main building’s entrance pavilion.

But there was no one.

Now that I think about it the surroundings were so quiet.

Not a single shadow is visible.

‘This is difficult…’

Zhuang Zhou’s illness was so severe that even the Confucius could not go to the main residence under Lady Seok’s orders.

That’s why I guided them without saying anything because I thought they would definitely stop me anyway and make me go back.

But this really made me see Jangju.

* * *

Inside Jangju’s room.

About a dozen red threads formed a border around Jangju’s bed and silver coins with empty centers were flowing between the threads.

-Charang charang!

The flowing silver coins hit and made a sound.

“Hmm.”

Bangsamyoshin who took off Zhang Ju’s top and was looking at his chest stuck out his tongue.

Usually when they are called out as monsters most of them have nothing to do with it.

So all I had to do was practice magic in moderation and pass the time.

But not this time.

-bulge! Bulging!

Black veins bulged in the center of Jangju’s chest to the point where they were hideous.

At first glance it looks like an addiction.

But what was strange was that the part continued to move.

‘It’s heading towards the heart.’

The pale area with protruding black veins was heading towards the heart.

But I couldn’t reach it yet as if I was blocked by something.

Bangsa Myoshin grinned.

‘An unmanned person is an unmanned person. The vitality is so strong that negativity cannot penetrate the heart. If it was this strong it should have already been eaten.’

It was holding up well.

But that too was definitely alarming.

Judging by Jangju’s physical condition he was weakened as it had been a long time since he had been imprisoned.

‘It’s half and half.’

At this rate even if the negativity was purified there was a 50/50 chance of survival.

There was nothing more difficult than repelling negativity and flesh at the same time.

But there was no need for that now.

‘I just have to do what I’m asked to do.’

The request was not to save Jangju from a monster.

Before the chieftain died all he had to do was make him tell where his official seal and secret letter were.

Bangsa Myoshin took out an amulet from the endorsement box.

Bangsa Myoshin took out the amulet and poured red ink onto the inkstone he had prepared in advance.

-Tuk-tuk!

Myoshin dipped his brush in red ink and began to engrave letters on the amulet.

To draw a stroke

It took the form of a ghost.

Myoshin chanted something in a low voice.

“Heavenly Emperor (天帝釋章)…Padaecheongang (佩帶天剛)…Five evil evil spirits (Five ways of evil)…Has no hope (何不消亡). ….Biseonilheup (飛仙一吸)…..Many ghosts (萬鬼伏藏)…..Great Gangdaeseong (大剛大聖收入鬼心取氣).”

-Purrrrr!

It was strange.

The tip of the amulet trembled alone.

Bang Myoshin who trembled with the amulet attached it to the strange object in the middle of Zhuangzhu’s chest which was constantly pointing towards his heart.

-widely!

It was that moment.

-bulge! Bulging! Bulging!

Black veins began to sink around the place where the amulet was attached.

Then Bangsa Myoshin made a hand seal.

-chuck!

[Lim]

Lim who brings the index fingers of both hands together and holds the rest tightly together means the person who is imbued.

[Soldier]

With the index finger supported the middle fingers that were clasped together were stretched out and brought together.

Together with him I began to memorize the Guardian Salju.

“General Socheonghyeondanhyeonho memorial service Hyeonhwageumsin golden armor god of disaster revolution great thunder god Suji-dong Cheolgashaeryeon handmade sagwi true fairy estuary jegojucheonjeong seven treasures of water opening…”

As he recited the Suhosalju Jangju’s body convulsed.

Light steam began to flow from the area where the amulet was attached.

[dog]

He clasped all of his fingers together.

It means someone who stays out.

Then the uvula of Jangju who was lying down bulged out.

As a result Jangju’s face turned red as if his airway was blocked.

Seeing that Bangsa Myoshin’s expression hardened.

‘The flesh is too strong.’

Bangsa Myosin who was making the hand sign got up from his seat made the hand sign of the sword with his right hand and placed it on the head’s uvula.

And then I continued to memorize the Guardian Salju.

“Bongcheonghyeondanhyeokhowonsugangraeim chamyojesabulryujeong new byeonghwa salary rate…..”

It was even before the guardian assassination ended.

-Kkiik!

At that time Jangju’s door which had been closed slowly opened.

Thanks to this the three red threads tied to the door came loose and silver coins fell to the floor.

-Chararalalang!

‘this!’

It was that moment.

-Paang!

“Huh!”

Bangmyoshin’s body bounced back with a strong rebound force.

The force was so strong that he didn’t know how far he would bounce but then someone grabbed his back.

-Park!

Myoshin surprised turned his head.

The person who captured him was a very kind and handsome boy.

The boy was none other than Mok Gyeong-un.

Myoshin who was speechless for a moment because of his tall appearance was angry at being interrupted and tried to throw a tantrum.

“I told you not to let anyone in so how…!?”

-Shudder!

However Bangsa Myoshin could not remain angry until the end.

This was because I found Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes unwavering almost like a dead person.

‘How can a living human have eyes like this?’

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