Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 206

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Queueek!

I’m fighting a madman right now.

I was proud that I had lived a good life in my own way, but the mountain spirits are too kind.

It suddenly appeared around me and my family one day and completely destroyed our peaceful daily life.

Yeah, it was embarrassing right from the start.

this was ours It was a place where no one came.

Of course, I heard from my father, who had died of old, that there were people who looked like immortals living on the edge of the mountaintop.

I heard that they value life and don’t kill recklessly, but I never took a step there because I didn’t know.

I warned the children again and again that they should never go there.

But two days ago.

The youngest, who was cute and cute, went far away to do errands that day and suffered a catastrophe.

He said he was going to do some errands, but he didn’t come back for a long time, so I was worried and followed the child’s footsteps. What caught my eyes was my baby lying on the fire, already a corpse… and a mountain god eating his flesh

?

Even I, who was in a daze after witnessing the disaster, was hit on the head by that mountain spirit or what it was, and almost went to the goal on the spot.

I had no choice but to run away with all my might.

Didn’t I say that the grief of a leader whose child died is buried in his heart?

I feel sorry for the dead youngest, but what can I do? I have an obligation to take care of the rest of my family.

We grabbed our torn hearts and moved to another place.

But…

how the damn thing knew, it appeared again.

Could it be that you have already eaten all of my babies!

I can’t run away anymore.

I have to protect my family who is trembling behind me.

Yes, it was for today that I sharpened my molars on the floor every time I had a chance for the rest of my life.

I shouted to my family to run away as far as possible and rushed at him.

And now I am…

Kwaeek!

Quick!

* * *

“Why is this wild pig so tough? Is it because it’s a boar…a pig?”

Jinmu made a bonfire, and when the wild boar suddenly woke up and screamed, he grimaced and broke his head.

weird.

It was obviously beaten to death.

Is the head hard?

Anyway, he tilted his head and turned the wild boar over the fire to the opposite side.

Because it has to be cooked evenly.

It’s been three days since I stayed at Geumryonghyeop.

With the exception of finding food and sleeping, the shelter was finally completed.

I moved a rock to make a table for food and two chairs.

I’m the only one to sit down, but Hana is lonely.

And Ilhui dug out the cliff and made a bed to live in.

It’s quite plausible because it’s made entirely of rocks.

While the wild boar was getting cooked, Jinmu looked at the shelter he had made for a while.

“Hmm…”

What’s good?

Since you’ve built a dwelling place, you should give it a name.

Of course, it may not have been found.

But later, if someone finds my place and boasts about finding the traces of the best master of all times and modern times in ‘○○-dong’ or ‘○○-cheo’, I think I’ll feel good even in death.

What would be good?

It would be great if it had a catchy name.

Being unknown is always given to me by others, but I have never built one myself.

It’s so great to see guys who come up with plausible names.

Hmm, maybe I should have done some naming studies.

Jinmu, who had been thinking for a long time, hit his knee at the sudden thought.

“Right!”

Then, with the strength of his fingers, he began to scrawl on the wall.

every bit! go by go!

A name that is revealed as stones dug along the river protrude in all directions.

Yangui-dong.

“…”

It sounds like someone’s name.

It’s too shamanistic, too.

Tuddeuk Tuddeudeuk!

After writing it down, Jinmu, who didn’t like it, swept it roughly with his palm, and the stone surface was thinly ground and the writing disappeared.

every bit! every bit!

Write.

twitch twitch.

Erase.

Write and erase, write and erase…

Ah, I don’t know. I will not.

It’s something to think about carefully later.

In the midst of writing and erasing and repeating, another huge hole was created in the cliff face.

Well… let’s say there’s a cupboard.

Jinmu pouted and in the meantime tore off one side of the roasted wild boar’s leg.

Take a bite and it doesn’t really taste good.

It would be nice to have some spices.

I miss Chungwoo and I miss Baekpyo.

It’s tasteless, so I don’t eat much.

In the meantime, it seems that his taste has changed luxuriously as he lives in an inn and visits the gates of rich people like a joint despite the difficult journey due to Dangse-ryeong.

After roughly satisfying his hunger, Jinmu removed the table and sat down on it.

Now is the time to learn good manners.

He carefully took out the book he had kept in his pocket and opened it.

A soul of good conscience that the master has been desperately trying to do for himself.

Would you like to die as a shaman?

If I get sick again on the long way, it’s a big deal

.

When I’m alone, I get all sorts of thoughts, and my mind goes wild for no reason.

swish

That’s not important now.

let’s focus

Should I think about something else in the face of such a world-class miracle?

The human body is the channel of Qi. There are hundreds of blood veins, and there are veins and veins connecting the veins….

A preface that I have already read.

I carefully read the Yang-uisimgong, which began with the same contents as the fragments of the Johann I got from the joint.

* * *

At that time, Jinmu leisurely built a training hall and began training in earnest.

Moorim began to move actively under the surface due to the clues he threw.

Its beginning was Wonhwajeong in Luoyang.

The morning before dawn, filled with a heavy sinking silence.

softly. drooling.

The sound of rolling carts waking up the stillness of dawn with no one walking by.

Is it special that the carts come and go at that time?

What caught my eye, though, was the fact that the chariot pullers were monks with shaved Farani hair.

The monks of Baekmasa Temple located near Wonhwajeong Pavilion.

The old monk in the lead is moving while closely examining the surroundings.

“no! Aren’t you Master Huacheng?”

“…!”

Hwacheong, the head priest of the White Horse, stopped by Wonhwajeong Pavilion at the sudden voice, couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

How is the author at this time?

A monk with a similarly shaven head and a face full of wrinkles stood in his way.

He has a nice face, but in reality he was an old minister who led Arhat Hall, which is said to be the main power of Shaolin.

“Oh no. What happened to Nahan Jeonju in Luoyang?”

“What are you so upset about?”

The ministers smiled brightly and joined their hands together.

“These guys! Can’t you hurry up and ask the master!”

After shouting at the back, the rest of the middlemen hurriedly ran and put their palms together.

However, their attire was unusual.

The middle school students wore yellow military uniforms, not Buddhist monk’s uniforms.

It was the Eighteen Arhats, praised as the most elite warriors along with the Four Great Gold Masters who protect Shaolin and the martial arts bridgehead of the War of Arhats.

‘Oh shit!’

Are you saying that all of the bridgeheads of Nahanjeon crawled out?

Hwacheong swallowed the twin curse inwardly and feigned a smile.

“What about the custodians of Nahanjeon?”

“Is it just the bridgeheads? Everyone has descended.”

“yes?”

“Can’t you see it over there?”

As the minister smiled and pointed a finger at him, he caught a glimpse of some of the monks hiding on the outskirts of Wonhwajeong Pavilion.

At a cursory glance, there were not a few of them.

“All the 108 Arhats?”

“Heh heh, that’s how it happened.”

“…No, how could Shaolin, who had no interest in the worldly world, mobilize all the prominent 100 and eight Arhats to descend the mountain?”

“We couldn’t help it either. Yang So-bang, the donor of the Jeongmu-maeng, made an official request.”

“…Are you the Politics Alliance?”

“yes. Did you hear? Those who are called the palace.”

“…”

Huacheng’s complexion hardened slightly, and the minister did not miss it.

“I guess you didn’t know that.”

“…”

“Well, the white horse is more about illegal than martial arts, so it’s only natural that the news is slow.”

Master Huacheng made a puzzled expression, and the minister came closer and lowered his voice as if someone were listening.

“Recently, an unscrupulous group called ‘Gung’ is secretly moving in the realm of the government and martial arts. According to the news from Kunlun, they are also extending their feet to Sipaecheon and Demonic Sect.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh. But this time, it seems that they have stepped into the battlefield fearlessly.”

“….”

“It was difficult to investigate because the coffins were connected, but this time, the shaman district prosecutor revealed the culprit.”

“Are you a shaman?”

“yes. Haven’t you heard about the Shaman District Prosecutors’ Office?”

“Oh no. I heard that there are outstanding talents in shamanism.”

“Heh heh, it’s very wide and wide. He turned Murim upside down alone.”

“…”

“Anyway, he risked friction with the government officials to investigate the Dongrim Battlefield and found out who was behind them. What do you mean?”

“Then maybe? What is besieging Wonhwajeong?”

“yes. Won Hwa-jeong is behind it.”

“Such nonsense! Wonhwajeong is a shrine built by Taejo Gukgu.”

Huacheng shouted in a slightly excited voice, and the minister nodded.

“Why don’t you know? Honey, they are far away and are only surrounded.”

Wonhwajeong (原花庭).

As Hwacheong said, it was a shrine built by Gwak Ja-heung, the father-in-law of King Taejo.

Shrines are everywhere, but the problem was that the person enshrined in them was the same as the royal family’s secret wife.

However, since the person who built it was Kwak Ja-heung, the imperial family couldn’t touch it, and they were just controlling people not to approach it.

There was even a rumor that if you belonged to Wonhwajeong, even if you died and became a ghost, you would not be able to come out.

Since Wonhwajeong was under the direct control of the imperial family, it was only natural that Moorim could not touch it carelessly.

But it wasn’t a sin to just watch from a distance.

‘How did you move so fast? How do you know a guy called Shaman Sword? Could it be that he stole the gold from Dongrim Battlefield?’

Huacheng’s head was cluttered with complicated thoughts.

Even though Dongrim Battlefield was robbed, it was expected that it would be a long time before the Jeongmu-maeng learned about Wonhwajeong.

Isn’t it recent that the government’s investigation began? No matter how fast you catch it, it should have been after that.

Now, I’m just about to erase the traces of the ‘palace’ left inside Wonhwajeong and collect the money from each battlefield.

What the heck were the trio doing so they couldn’t even report these movements?

And what was Moo-yeong, who was in charge of Yeong-eun-dang, doing?

“It’s not just Shaolin. Nearby, there are powers of openness and unmanned soldiers of Yongbongguan. Other than that, elite warriors from Jegal, Shaman Hwasan, and Jongnam have departed, so they will arrive soon.”

Hwacheong’s eyes trembled at the minister’s explanation.

It was the first time in a while.

Daejeon How did all this happen?

Even Shaolin’s 100 Eight Arhats is a tremendous force, but to come to three geopas belonging to the nearby Jeongmu League and even to Zhuge.

“Ah no, so many were mobilized?”

“Not all. Only the main armed forces are coming. But if we all get together, it will be enough for five hundred.”

At the minister’s explanation, Huacheng felt her stomach burn.

five hundred.

There are five hundred words, and each faction is the elite.

It was said that even if it was the soldiers of the first class, each faction sent at least a hundred like Shaolin.

Huacheng secretly glanced at the cart following her.

two carts.

The chest inside contained fifty golden coffins from the battlefields except for the Dead Sea and Dongrim.

“Didn’t it happen a while ago because of the book on the coffin? By the way, it’s a rumor, but there are also rumors that the shaman’s prosecutor delivered the book.”

“What is it?”

Hwacheong screams in surprise, then realizes her mistake and clears her throat, hiding her expression.

“huh? How… I’m surprised. Shaman District Prosecutor’s Office really did a great job.”

“That’s right.”

When Hwacheong evaded, the minister smiled and asked again.

“By the way, Seon Master, why did you come and go to Wonhwajeong?”

“…”

The minister asked with a non-trivial expression, but Huacheng felt an inexplicable horror.

What flashed in the eyes of the minister.

Doubt.

He was doubting himself now.

Huacheng had the skills to compete with the ministers, but the situation was not good.

The gold on the cart had to be delivered, and he and the few disciples of the White Horse were unable to deal with the 100 Eight Arhats of Shaolin.

have to get out

I had to hurry back and inform them that the Jeongmu-maeng was already besieging Wonhwajeong.

You won’t be able to openly investigate Wonhwajeong, so you won’t be able to figure out the connection with Baekmasa yet.

I’ve been tightening it down to the neck, but there’s still time.

“I came to offer a Buddhist service because Wonhwajeong asked for a rite.”

“Oh yeah?”

The minister glanced at the carriage following Huacheng.

It was not unusual for the white horseman to hold a ceremony at Wonhwajeong.

because it has always been

“Are there quite a lot of ancestral rites?”

“Because not only the jegi but also the items donated from Wonhwajeong were included.”

“okay. All right. Come back. It would be best if you could go back and lock the door. Because there might be a big fight in Luoyang.”

“yes. Thank you for your words. If you do.”

Huacheng hurriedly put his palms together, bowed, and hurriedly stepped forward.

Somehow, bitterness lingered in the eyes of the minister staring at the distant Hwacheong.

“Lord Jeon.”

“…”

After the minister left, non-Shaolin monks appeared by his side.

Soldiers of the Gapmuban wearing Changryonggi.

“Heh, I guess Jegal Siju was right.”

“It’s just pitiful.”

“Um…”

At the words of Jegalsansan, the minister nodded with a firm expression.

Why…

why does the white horse, a sacred place of Buddhism, conspire with an unrighteous group to disturb Murim?

“Amituofo…”

The minister expressed his displeasure with a confused mind.