Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 508

Episode 8

The day after the sparring with Unhyeon.

Instead of the strong shouts of the trainees, solemnity flowed in the sunny Oryong Palace.

Taurus dressed neatly in white robes and conduits lined up in a row.

In the upper seat were the elders of Jinja Bae, led by Jangmun Jinmyeong, Myeongjin, the previous ruler of Ohryonggung, and Cheongsang and Cheongwu, the first disciples and officials, followed by Unjabae’s second disciples, excluding Unhyeon, who was taken to the court room at Jeongdonggung Palace.

As they watched, Ya Yul-seong, dressed in white, knelt down in front of an altar with numerous memorial tablets and incense burnt.

“…From now on, your name is destiny.”

“Unlucky.”

Yayulseong quietly rolled the name given to him in his mouth.

Abandoned name Han Gyeong-hong, a name he made to hide his identity, followed by Yayul-seong, another name of destiny.

Even though he might one day become a condemned villain, at this moment, he was the true name that defined the person he was.

It’s a kin (緣) relationship…

Maybe it’s not a name that suits you very well?

Everything in his life seemed to be woven into that thin thread.

After all, life is really funny.

To be given a name that might be used for a long time from an enemy and a target he wants to destroy…

“Unlucky, take a cup and place it on the ancestral tablets of the investigators!”

At Cheongsang’s words, Yayulseong or Unyeon politely held out both hands and took the cup.

Squeak.

As soon as the wine was filled with a clear sound, Un-yeon passed the glass to Chung-jin, a priest dispatched from Yeongeun Palace.

“Bow!”

He woke up at Chongjin’s cry and looked at the mortuary tablet.

triplex example.

the first coefficient.

If you raise this bow, a new life begins, just as the front side of a sheet of paper turns to the back side.

Thinking about it made me strangely reverent, and my heart raced as if I was nervous.

It’s not a big deal…

It’s just a procedure that exists on the way to become a revenge or the strongest warrior.

Yun-yeon slowly knelt down, put both hands on the floor and bowed her head.

The cold air from the stone floor rode up through his hands, but for some reason he felt warm.

Should I feel comfortable?

I didn’t know why, but…

After I somehow calmed down, it felt strangely long to bow once per glass of alcohol.

But thinking about it, I wondered if it could be like this.

It’s over if you raise a glass of alcohol and bow once.

It was the same when entering the island, so how could the procedure for receiving the official name be so simple?

But there was something he didn’t know.

Originally, the entrance ceremony of Taoism was conducted for quite a long time.

Each temple had to follow a complicated etiquette called Gubaejirye (九拜之禮).

According to the procedure, it was announced before the investigation, going around each palace and saying hello… It would have taken three days, but after Jinmu became the palace master, everything was simplified, saying it was useless.

After being beaten to death by Jinmu and rehabilitated (?), Jinhye, the lord of Yeongeun Palace, protested wildly on the road, but it ended with a single word.

‘okay? Then don’t do it. I have to finish first, so don’t bother me and excommunicate me.’

The process of drawing conclusions leading to arguments, persuasion, concessions, and understanding was meaningless.

What… is there anything special about not doing it?

and excommunication? Sounds like ripples.

How much symbolism does the name Jinmu have?…

Who is the shaman’s fortune?

It’s empty.

There was never a time when a shaman used Jinmu to intimidate or gain personal gain, but the Moorim forces always made concessions on their own with just that name.

Is it only

How much gold the emperor bestows every year…

It’s all because of Jinmu.

In the yard where even the position of shaman prosecutor was handed over to Cheong-sang, Jang Mun-in and the elders, who had to seat him as the lord of the Oryong Palace, had to persuade Jin-hye.

Anyway, it was a simplified procedure for that reason, but there was no way fate knew.

“Come on, take it. From now on, you will carry the Taegeuk sword and Taegeukpae to prove your identity.”

Cheongsang handed over a warm Taegeuk-patterned sword from the forge and a small wooden tablet to replace the Hopae.

A sword that will spread the shaman’s sword skills and an identity card to prove that you are a shaman’s disciple anywhere.

Oh, how hard did you work for this?

Suddenly, the long time of five years flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.

“Thank you, Cheongsangdo… Sasuk.”

“Okay. It must not have stuck to your mouth yet.”

“sorry.”

Yun Yun scratched his head with a puzzled look on his face.

The ceremony was over and the sword was also given.

So what do we do now?

Seeing people in roughly high positions approaching, it seemed that they would have to take turns saying hello and familiarizing themselves with their faces.

praise encouragement.

Such meaningless nonsense.

But why doesn’t the cheong-sang say anything?

Shouldn’t you tell me the next procedure to make it happen or not?

Un-yeon, who was making an awkward expression at Cheong-sang’s silence, noticed it…

Huh? Why are you looking like that?

A blue-sang with his brow furrowed and the tip of his nose twitching.

Is there something upsetting?

I wish I could say something…

“Unlucky…”

“Oh hello…”

“I have to leave Pyoju right away, so hurry up and pack your things.”

“…”

For a moment, there was silence in the Oryong Palace.

It wasn’t just the fate of the party.

Jang Moon-in and the elders, who had approached with a smile, stopped there as if they had stopped and looked at the blue statue, bending their heads in unison.

“Cheongsang. What do you mean? A mark?”

Myeong-jin, who was thinking of something to encourage Un-yeon, asked with an absurd expression.

The others were all the same.

pyoju?

so suddenly?

As soon as you get your name?

What kind of nonsense is that?

Unyeon is a beginner who has not yet properly learned even the basics.

It was unprecedented for such a person to leave Pyoju as soon as he entered the country, and he had never been tipped off.

Above, senior masters of the Dragon Palace are waiting in a row…

“Is this guy crazy? Did you eat something wrong for breakfast?”

Jinhye, the lord of Yeongeun Palace, who was very displeased that the procedure had been simplified, was annoyed.

“Are you a pyoju? A mark!”

His face gradually turned red, and it looked like he was going to nag at the Dragon King, who was ignoring the precepts.

“Heh heh, bear with me, priest.”

Jinheo, the head of Wonhwagwan, laughed heartily and dissuaded him.

“Are you talking nonsense, Cheongsang?”

“….”

At this point, no matter how serious a person is, no matter how serious he is, ‘Haha yeah. It was nonsense. Guilt.’ What was the right thing to say?

But strangely, he frowned even more, and made no reply.

Why are you doing this?

No matter how much this prank…

“This bastard? Is this a surprise party or something?”

“…”

“Ha ha ha ha! It’s such a crab! Hey man, aren’t these housemates surprised? Hot hot hot!”

When Jin-heo gave an answer after a long time and laughed, the faces of the other guru, who were very nervous, suddenly straightened.

“…”

Unyeon, who was bewildered, was also relieved.

What was it like?

Well, to give a mark to a disciple who has just received the name.

It doesn’t make sense unless you’re joking.

It was difficult for him too if he suddenly left the table.

I was full of dreams that I would borrow Yanguisimgong from Jangseogak from tomorrow and learn it. Even if you trample on the dream of this great disciple who is growing up, you will still be oily.

“Heh, it seems our Cheongsang sometimes jokes, Sasuk.”

Jinmyeong, a long-suffering man, smiled and approached Myeongjin, asking for sympathy.

“Oh no… is that so? But Cheongsang isn’t that kind of kid…”

Only Myungjin tilted his head with a doubtful expression as if he still couldn’t resolve his doubts.

Cheongsang is farming? surprise party?

No way?

There’s absolutely no way that guy who always speaks his sincerity to the point of being exceptional.

What if Cheongsang, who has more accurate reasoning than anyone else in the shaman, said that with a look like that?

Myeong-jin’s face twisted as he suddenly remembered one thing.

And…

“Hyunong is not. This is what Sasook himself ordered.”

“….”

“….”

Everyone froze at Cheongsang’s long sigh.

“Jimmuga?”

“A priest?”

“The owner of the Five Dragons?”

Myung-jin and the elders, who were the first to come to their senses, scrambled to ask with shocked expressions.

“Haa… yes. You gave me such instructions yesterday.”

“…”

After the confirmation was completed, everyone fell into a long silence.

This is what Jinmu ordered. It seems like it was just yesterday that

he

was again… stir-frying each of the courtiers and eldest lords in hopes of winning the top spot…

For some reason, he said he was quiet.

What the hell is this bastard up to?

“Is it true?”

Jinmyeong frowned and asked again, and Cheongsang nodded with a weak expression.

“Then what…”

“Kheumheum Jinmu

says so …”

“Iknow, right. Isn’t that right, Sasuk?”

“Either way…”

Jinmyeong, Jinheo, Jinso, Jingung… even Myeongjin.

The owners of each palace cleared their throats and put their hands behind their backs.

For luck, which was relieved for a while, it was like a thunderbolt in a dry sky.

oh no hey!

Just a moment ago, he said he was talking nonsense while talking about a surprise party. Why is he changing his attitude so quickly?

Shouldn’t it be like this?

I am?

What about my sheep heart hole?

It was a time when he was groaning inwardly as he was not qualified to speak because he was just born as a shaman apprentice.

“No, what kind of nonsensical admission is that!”

As if Jin-hye had read Un-yeon’s inner thoughts, she came out with an expression that she could never tolerate.

“Where has Jinmu been like this once or twice? Not this time. Giving a mark to a disciple who has just arrived! As the lord of Yeongeungung, who is in charge of the precepts, I can never neglect them!”

“Ji Jin-hye. Calm down first…”

“It won’t work anymore even if you stop it Sasuk. I’ve been patient and patient, but I’ll definitely point it out this time!”

Jin-hye ruthlessly shook Myung-jin’s hand and argued with Jin-myeong.

“Jangmunin! Jang Moon-in speaks! Are you going to let the Lord of the Five Dragons keep ignoring the precepts and behaving as you please!”

“…”

When the arrow returned to him, Jinmyeong was embarrassed while avoiding his gaze.

Don’t you know yourself?

what about one?

What’s the big deal with a shaman and a master in front of a hero who saved the country and who respects all those who walk the path of nothingness?

he does it if he does it

Nabu Rang, a long, powerless man, has to be grateful for the fact that he just lives as a shaman guru.

“Jin Gung’s death penalty!”

“Hehehe. Why me…”

“Jinheo death penalty!”

“Hmmmm…”

“Jinso…”

“Oh my gosh, I forgot to light a fire on my podium. Since the entrance ceremony for the private residence is over, let’s go first.”

“…”

Jinso, the head of Jeongdonggung Palace, made an excuse that didn’t sound like words, greeted Myeongjin and hurriedly left.

“Ah, I also have a guest outside today…”

“Come to think of it, this month’s cashier calculation is…”

Jinheo in Jingung.

“Sasuk I found a good drink…”

“Oh really? Then go. cancer!”

Even Jinmyeong and Myeongjin left the Oryong Palace in a hurry as if someone had kicked them out.

“This is… Jinmu’s words are very common… but I will never say anything like this.”

Seeing the backs of the traitors, Jin Hye-man’s face became red and he was gnashing his teeth when Cheong-sang trudged and approached.

“Jinhye Sasook.”

“why!”

“I left a word saying that Sasook Jinhye would oppose it.”

“….”

“If you keep objecting… the scalp you took off before…”

“What is it?”

“I didn’t understand the meaning either, but I just told you to do it yourself…” “

…”

When Cheongsang spoke carefully with a polite expression, Jinhye’s face heated up.

“This…”

Jin-hye, who raised her eyes as if she was going to issue a discord at any moment, glared at fate.

Yun-yeon looked at Jin-hye with hope again.

yes only you

Does this make sense?

Follow Jinmu’s orders and say no!

Say it’s not fair to say it’s a pyoju!

Un-yeon stares at her and begs in her heart…

“You bastard! What are you doing! Come on, without packing!”

“…yes?”

“Didn’t you hear the instructions to take the flag!”

“…”

“Cheongsang, as soon as he packs up, let each palace know.”

“yes.”

After that, Jinhye left Ohryonggung as if she were running away.

“Ha, damn it… what’s going on with Sasuk, really.”

“…”

Shaking his head, he stared blankly at the back of the statue as he climbed up, with a bewildered look on his face.

It seemed as if a storm had passed without even having time to comprehend the situation.

what?

Are you all going?

Then what about me?

Do you really have to go to the pyoju like this?

Aren’t you joking? right like this?

What kind of bastard’s life as a guru has been like this since the beginning?

Is it really this sudden development? Yes?

Unyeon looked around with an absurd expression, but there was no one left to answer.