Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 181

Episode 181

“Ha-ha-ha-ha…”

Jinmu rises up to his chin, and he takes a rough breath.

There was no way he knew what was going on outside the Pandemonium, and he couldn’t care.

Behind his steps, the corridor of the institution that had been destroyed by the river was spread out in an ugly way.

What a great place. To the extent that a warrior who realized the state of the river had to feel the threat of his life.

It was this vicious, so I didn’t even think about joining the co-disciples.

The clothes he was wearing were tattered, and blood was dripping from the cuts on his body.

Fortunately, I passed through the hallway.

I don’t know what’s next, but for now, I’ve passed the first hurdle.

When I reached the end of the corridor, I saw a dark cave.

There was no more Yamyeongju, and even if I strained my eyesight, I couldn’t figure out what was inside the darkness.

However, when I stretched out slightly to step in, the space slightly distorted and I felt a tremendous sense of incongruity.

When you touch a space where there is nothing, you see a shimmering change.

“Haha, are you a welcome group now?”

I didn’t care when I came in, but when it happened like this, I was annoyed.

why not!

It’s just a matter of keeping it and passing it on from generation to generation, asking the shaman’s pupil to return it.

Why would you spend a lot of money to create an institution like this?

I was going to give it anyway. I heard you said to give it back!

I’d rather keep it in a very safe place like Cheongseong.

Does it mean that the reputation of the sect will be lowered if you tell a trustworthy person like Kunlun?

it’s shit Any way you look at it, it’s a lot of money.

Really, I’m sick of the overspending of the common people now, as it was a hundred years ago.

“Whoa…”

But I couldn’t just keep waiting annoyed.

I have to go even if I can’t eat.

In order to recover the exhausted energy of Jinmu, after finishing clouding, he slowly stepped into the darkness in front of his eyes.

Fire!

As soon as I stepped out, the space in front of me changed.

And exquisitely…

* * *

“Lord!”

“…”

What should I say about this situation?

I just took one step, but a very familiar situation appeared.

burning conduit. Bodies strewn everywhere.

And a younger man than now waiting in front of him… Cheon Woo-myung in his prime?

…shaman?

yes it’s stupid

It must have been the image of the shaman that Hyeokryeonmugang attacked with the iron swords exactly 17 years ago during the Great War.

If it must have been in the reception area, what could be so vivid about it?

It wasn’t even limited to visual effects.

Chun Woo-myeong, whom I touched by chance.

Oh are you alive?

The texture of the hair and skin touches the fingertips with so much liveliness.

“How?”

Is it because of the sudden touch?

Chun Woo-myeong tilted his head, just like the stupid expression in his memory.

Had I not known that it was a welcome circle, I would have been fooled.

What is so active about a subject that is only fantasy?

“God, please give me an order. Since they are the ones who dared to swear at God, I will take them down immediately.”

The voice of Chun Woo-myeong, who is young enough to live.

Behind him, figures in battle-weary uniforms can be seen.

Memories gradually fade.

Hyeon Woo-ja, the leader of the shaman’s predecessor. He stands with his elders, straightening his sword, blocking the path.

“God! Give the order!”

Why does this kid keep urging me to get off?

Come to think of it, at that time, Jinmu immediately cut off Hyeonuja’s legs, pulled out his neck, and ordered Cheonwumyeong to slaughter all the elders.

But…

“Leave it alone.”

Unknowingly, Jinmu muttered, and Chun Woo-myeong looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“…yes?”

“Leave it alone.”

“….”

In the past, I don’t know, but aren’t they all grown-ups of monks now?

“God, how are you going to forgive them? These are the guys who dared to say things they shouldn’t have. He called God a son of a bitch, so of course he pulled out his tongue and pointed his finger at him, so his limbs should be broken.”

“….”

You don’t bother reminding me of that.

“Haa, just leave it alone?”

At Jinmu’s words, Chun Woo-myeong tilts his head with a puzzled expression.

In any case, the real thing and the illusion are equally stupid.

I said don’t do it, but why do you keep yelling at me?

It’s not that long, but it’s two years at the shaman.

It’s a period of budding to an unprecedented degree.

If you’re like me, can you tell me to slaughter the guys you used to eat and sleep with?

I can’t do whatever I want because of Dodong’s memories anyway.

It’s a very tired memory.

And they are poor bastards.

Yes, it’s always the case that I don’t like the guru, but right now it’s just a welcome circle anyway.

Think of it as just showing generosity for once.

You can try pretending to be nice instead of fitting in.

I’m still a person who wears the skin of a Taoist.

And after living together, the kids weren’t bad.

Maybe because he was poor, he was different from other provincial kids.

Chung-woo is just like you, an ignorant guy, but he’s a naive and honest guy.

If you teach me something, do it right away without thinking about it? He’ll probably make fermented soybean paste with red beans if I’m talking about it, just like you.

What about Cheongsang?

Even though I lost my parents, brothers, and villagers to the fire fighters, my child grew up really well.

Don’t you think that’s all?

My young master drinks well and eats meat well, but he’s always worried about me?

Maybe he’s worried about Jinmu, not HyeokryunMugang.

When I took the Taecheong Shindan, I was afraid that the cold wind would blow to my bones, so I pushed it into the room and went hunting for animals to protect my disciples. It’s a subject that doesn’t even have a body.

It took me a little bit of burning Oryonggung, which was still a master’s residence.

When I heard that it was being rebuilt, the face I liked like that nobleman is good.

There’s one bad baby. Jinhye, a master craftsman, is a very nice person, but he is a sly guy. The buds are very bright yellow…

Oh, I don’t know. It’s done, just let it go. Let it be. Hey.

Jinmu or Hyukryeonmugang shook his head and moved forward.

He must have been there after passing here.

“God! Dangerous!”

It’s dangerous, but welcome.

As we got closer, the disciples of the wise man bae blew their swords at once. In the past, the moment he pulled out his sword, he would have broken all the necks.

Ugh, no matter how nice you pretend to be, you’ve become very generous. I just leave it like this.

However, he didn’t like the swords that aimed at him. How do you get rid of these?

Fire!

While thinking about it for a while, the illusion in front of my eyes disappears and another scene unfolds.

I wonder if I spent a lot of money, but I made it really well… Huh?

A landscape that has changed.

A guru standing in front of him looking exhausted.

A person who stares at himself with strong eyes even after suffering a wound that would not be strange if he collapsed right away.

“Master Su?”

it’s myeongjin

Recreating the image that stood in his way seventeen years ago.

“Sappa’s villain! Even if I die, I will fight to the end.”

“…”

Hearing those words brings back memories from before.

Surely one of the shaman’s masters had said that Sapaecheonju was a bastard who didn’t even know his parents or siblings?

Because of that, I was pissed off and I was looking for a way to throw the shaman on fire.

Perhaps because of the memory of that time, I suddenly get angry.

I hate to pretend to be nice and look at anything. Shall I kill them all? like in the past?

I ate meat at best to keep him alive.

Jinmu frowns, but Chun Woo-myung approaches again and whispers.

“Such a bastard! Leave it to your subordinates. I’ll pull it out right away and bring it to you.”

Are you the devil?

I’m still contemplating whether I should kill him or not, so why do you keep yelling at me?

It’s not enough to be stupid, you look like an evil guy.

are you a person

He is a person who serves as a teacher even for a short time. How can you tell a disciple to harm a teacher, you evil bastard?

If you were like me, you would want to see the scene where your teacher’s head was pulled out right in front of you.

“Move.”

“I can never get out of my way. I will defend the main mountain with all my life.”

Myeong-jin exclaimed, spitting poisonous air out of his eyes.

hey it’s not like that

The closer Jinmu approaches, the stronger the poison in Myungjin’s eyes grows.

oh i’m sorry

what did i do to my guy

but behind him.

self-sacrificing palace.

You see a sight you’ve never seen before.

Is it because it’s a welcome sign?

Or because of damn Dodong’s memories?

In Jinmu’s eyes, frowning, he saw two young students with their heads sticking out the window.

Oh was it this?

What did you risk your life to protect the palace?

Do you want to protect these disciples who will be the future of shamans?

Jinmu sighed and approached the teacher.

Jinmu, who had memories of Dodong as well as his memories as a revolutionary martial artist, knew what a painful time Myeongjin had gone through.

There were times when I had a back injury after being bedridden for ten years, and there were times when I tried to take my own life out of utter frustration.

But I couldn’t.

he was always worried About what his disciples would learn if he died pessimistically of his miserable life.

Also always worried. That young Dodong, who takes care of himself, will be left alone.

“Like a stupid great man. If I had known that I was trying to protect the children, I would not have abolished martial arts.”

Jinmu smiled bitterly and took one step at a time toward his teacher.

At that time, Myeong-jin raised his sword toward Jin-mu to the end even when martial arts were discontinued.

Even now, as he approached, Myung-jin, whose momentum sharpened, straightened his sword, but Jin-mu, who already knew it was an illusion, didn’t even bother and walked straight.

Fu-wook!

The sword dug into the chest of Jinmu, or Hyeokryeonmu-gang.

“…”

But at that moment, a strange sight passes Jinmu’s eyes.

hazy shadows.

It escapes from Jinmu’s body and embraces Myungjin, who stabbed him in the chest.

There was nothing like this in his memory.

Shhh…

While Jinmu was wondering, the teacher’s image and illusions disappeared like a mirage, like dust blowing from somewhere in the wind.

* * *

“….”

Blocking Jinmu’s way was a wooden statue the size of a child with numerous Buddhist texts engraved on it.

When all the illusions were lifted, the space became bright and revealed its original appearance.

huge joint. The wooden statues that filled it.

That must have been the identity of the welcome circle.

rattle.

While Jinmu was soaked in reminiscence, he felt a bright light along with a crude opening and closing sound somewhere.

“uh?”

It is a door.

And from that door came a bright light like that of daytime.

Jinmu headed for the door as if being led.

A cool, square space the size of a piece of paper.

A small table was placed in a place where the ceiling and floor were made of windowless walls on three sides.

On the table was a faded letter and a jade box, behind which lay a white sword that looked elegant at first glance.

Jinmu approached cautiously and opened the letter first.

Dear Yeonja…

They are playing. I almost died when I came.

I don’t know why old people start with these words in every letter.

First of all, I didn’t like the writing itself because it was so old-fashioned, but I read it thinking about the sincerity I wrote.

The letter was written by Mu-ryeong-ja, who was said to have been a co-author.

At the beginning, at the request of Cheongmu at the time, part of the latter half of Yanguisimgong was sealed in the cavity, and unlike other Domun masters, this institution was created thinking that the shaman would come back to find it someday.

Just hesitantly explaining what he was able to make with more money than other gates. I’d rather not brag about it.

Anyway, it is said that Bokma-dong was created for the purpose of testing those who came from the shaman, not a place where joint disciples could practice.

The first organ was designed to test the level of martial arts so that those who did not reach the level of the river could never pass….

It is true. Even though he was a Jinmu who reached the river level, he almost died several times.

Thinking about it again makes me mad. It’s like a damn son of a bitch.

In any case, the second organ, the welcome circle, was created according to common magic and was set up to examine the character of the visitor.

It is said that the view will be different depending on the person who enters, and it shows what is most in the heart.

were you stuck?

What attacked the shaman?

Jinmu wondered at his own memory and continued to read the letter.

If your will is not firm and you get drunk with the illusion, you will be trapped in it forever, and you

will live.

Jinmu’s eyebrows, having read up to that point, drew an inverted character.

It’s ridiculous.

The speaker is a horn. It was said at length, but in the end, it is a story that even if you lack martial arts, you will die, and even if you fall into the welcome circle, you will die.

How could it be that his personality was such that a master called a master made such a vicious institution?

Isn’t it creepy?

If Jinmu had said ‘Kill him!’ to Chun Woo-myeong in the welcome circle, or if he had thought ‘I’ll just act the same way as in the past’ and performed martial arts… Wahjajak

.

Jinmu crumpled up the letter and threw it on the floor.

“Even if the damn guru talks bullshit, he did it very fucking logically.”

One or two words of swearing do not relieve the anger. Recalling the countless ordeals he had experienced at the institution he passed through, Jinmu trampled and rubbed the crumpled letter.

Even so, his hand, which had been vigorous for a while, turned toward the jade box, which was likely to be about a foot long.

Click.

It didn’t have a clear scent like Taecheong Shindan, but the moment he checked the items inside, Jinmu’s eyes were colored with deep joy.

The first piece of the Zhou Hen in the second half of Yang Yi Sim Gong.

I finally found the third piece.