The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 132

After leaving the inn, Jinmu went straight to Kunlun Mountain.

The mountain road was steep and horses were unnecessary.

That’s why I left it to the boy for a while.

In addition, I thought that it was not suitable for him to ride a horse while visiting other Taoism gates, even though his name is Taoism.

Kunlun Mountain.

high too high

The conduit that was visible from a distance is not even visible.

I made the mistake of asking the boy I knew quite well about the location of the road to Sanmun.

All you see is a forest of trees.

Yeah, it’s annoying, but you can find it. Since you ate well and rested well, shall we go for a run to get rid of our stomach?

Jinmu used his energy lightly and pushed it into Yongcheon’s blood.

As soon as the refreshing Seongi was on the soles of his feet, his body floated up, and soon the new model of Jinmu stepped on the branch and soared up.

He looked relaxed with his hands behind his back, but he reached the tip of the tree in an instant and seemed to be flying in the sky.

The shaman’s Jeunjong, who was said to walk through the air as if stepping on a cloud with a handful of his true spirit, was at its peak.

Jinmu landed lightly on the edge of a tall tree and slowly looked around.

Halfway up Kunlun Mountain.

Through the dense forest of trees, I could see a jagged roof.

It is the prose of Kunlunpa.

Jinmu immediately ran over the tree branches as if they were flat.

It was truly admirable to see them kicking off the tips of thin branches and flying three or four at a time.

how long did it run Eventually, Jinmu, who landed near Sanmun, might make a mistake.

“I am a guru. it’s a scam It’s a scam.”

In order to raise the best acting skills through self-suggestion, he mumbled to himself and approached the prose.

“I’m a guru… wow! What is this…”

Jinmu unknowingly exclaimed.

It’s huge.

No, it was just magnificent.

Even though they were from the same school, they were incomparable to Cheongseong and Shaman.

Kunlun’s prose, with two pillars of more than an arm’s length pierced on both sides and a conduit roof over them, was truly astonishing.

It must have cost a lot of money.

Did they use the nearby grassroots as an information network, but did they exploit them behind the scenes while doing good deeds?

Jinmu stuck out his tongue and approached the mountain gate guarded by the masters of Kunlun.

One curious thing is that there are only two warriors guarding Sanmun even though it is a fierce battle against the Demonic Cult.

why?

“Stop!”

One of the prose students standing upright shouted at Jinmu.

The stiff and businesslike tone of the words revealed the strictness of Kunlun’s discipline, and the softly shining eyes showed their confidence.

it’s quite

They were well trained.

If the shaman is flowing and gentle, the sound is pure and clear, and the Kunlun is heavy and vigorous.

They are walking along the same domaek, so how can they feel so different?

“It looks like a Taoist from the outside, but those who do not have a contract or have a card cannot set foot here.”

promise? I couldn’t have done anything like that.

What kind of words did the Taoist who came out of the mark give to visit?

And since it was the first time, of course there was no such thing as a pass.

“Oh that’s it.”

Jinmu steps forward to show the Taegeukpae.

“…!”

For a moment, Jinmu’s feet stopped touching the ground.

no it didn’t step

As if a boundary had been separated, a tremendous sense of incongruity came from under my feet.

The level of warriors guarding the prose doesn’t seem low, but it’s not enough to stop Jinmu.

arithmetic?

Could it be that Kunlun warriors are hiding near the mountain gate?

He looked around with sharp eyes, but Jinmu couldn’t read any signs.

It is now that he has reached the state of the river and his internal energy has become extremely high.

If you try to find it, you can read the presence of the hider within a radius of ten.

However, the minute life felt through the skin was different from that of a person.

There was no doubt that it was the anticipation given by the sharpened tip.

It is an institution.

However, it is so sophisticated that no trace of it can be found no matter how much you look.

It would have taken an enormous amount of money to set up such an institution that it is hard to find even a trace of it in the Sanmun area.

No one really comes and goes, so where did all this money come from?

Do you operate a separate top?

It was very suspicious, but it was Kunlun’s situation anyway, so Jinmu was not a problem to discuss.

In the end, Jinmu, who pulled back the steps he was about to take, stopped and searched his arms while looking at the disciples of Sanmun.

If you go in with pride and the agency activates, the restoration cost will be enormous.

‘There’s no need to scrape it to make a crust.’

However, contrary to Jinmu’s thoughts, Jinmu’s actions stop him, and the eyes of the disciples who stand guard over the prose change sharply and become wary.

“Who are you?”

Are you guys surprised?

In fact, the place where Jinmu stopped was precisely the limit of the engine’s activation range.

It was natural to be surprised.

“here.”

“Taegukpae? shaman?”

The wariness of the Kunlun masters slightly softened when they saw the identification card that Jinmu held out as if shouting, “Exit the eosa.”

“I call myself the shaman’s Jinmu.”

“The shaman’s Jinmu… Ah!”

A look of surprise crept over the guru’s face as he repeated his name.

“Are you a shaman prosecutor?”

“…uh?”

How did know?

Jinmu tilted his head at the sudden welcome.

“I was told in advance.”

to whom?

“I heard that it has been over a month since you left Cheongseong.

It wasn’t a wandering, but there was a very trivial fight that almost killed me.

“Follow me. I will guide you.”

As soon as I revealed my identity, something felt easier.

I felt my prayers, which had been sharp until just a moment ago, soften like a warm wind.

They are the ones who guard the battleground against the Demonic Cult.

It was very natural for even the disciples of prose to release and reap their energy.

I was about to follow Kunlun’s disciple through the mountain gate when suddenly a commotion came from behind.

who?

The disciple of Sanmun, who turned his head after Jinmu, made a happy expression.

“Unam Sasuk!”

If it’s Unam, isn’t it the guy whose sentence structure was very poor?

You look a lot younger, but you say you’re a sasook?

The guru guarding the prose seems to be ten years older.

“This is the patrol team that descended.”

No such explanation is necessary.

“Good. I was worried about emptying the mountain gate, but I think you can climb with the patrol team.”

Looking at the institution, I think it’s enough to keep it alone.

Jinmu frowned slightly, but Unam recognized Jinmu and approached, pretending to be happy.

“You are the shaman disciple of Hyeonporu. Last night I committed a great offense. I went to Hyeonporu to apologize, but I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him because he had already left… Now I’m finally saying hello. It is Kunlun’s Unam.”

“Ah yes. Yesterday, too… Huh?”

Feeling something strange, Jinmu raised his head and looked at Unam.

what is it all of a sudden?

why are you so good at talking?

When Jinmu looked at him curiously, Unam smiled embarrassedly.

“Ah, were you surprised by my tone?”

Of course I’m surprised.

Just yesterday, he seemed so excited that he spoke strangely with the momentum to beat him to death.

What is so well-coordinated, logical, calm, and polite today?

Isn’t it too different even if it’s different? Are you a completely different person?

“When I get excited, my mind tends to rush. The horse couldn’t catch up with him.”

Unam was shy and scratched the back of his head.

“Sasook is a bit like that.”

“Well, it took us quite a while to get used to at first.”

The group laughed in unison.

“Oh, there are guests, so there’s nothing I can’t say.”

At Unam’s words, the patrol team’s masters and prose masters joked around with frightened faces.

“Come on up. But what is your name?”

“You are a shaman swordsman. Sasuk.”

The middle-aged guru said politely.

“You say you’re a shaman swordsman?”

I think you said your name yesterday.

Unam looked at Jinmu, probably surprised.

I had already heard rumors about the Shaman District Prosecutor’s Office. Isn’t it the most famous person in the middle of the day.

I must have heard the name last night, but I was so excited that it was a mistake to ignore it.

Perhaps because of the excitement of meeting him in person who is said to represent the shaman in the terms and conditions, Unam approached with his eyes wide open and grabbed Jinmu by the shoulder.

“shaman! Nice to meet you! stick! hope!”

“….”

His eyes gleam with sympathy, and he even snorts vigorously.

let go man sick.

“Sasook Sasook! Are you excited again?”

“ah! sorry.”

Unam let go of Jinmu’s arm and stepped back to calm his rough breathing.

W: She’s also a weird kid.

It’s better not to get close…

* * *

Jinmu, who left Sanmun with Unam, climbed the steep stairs for a long time.

It was almost like climbing.

He said that even though he had been fighting the Demonic Cult for so long, his headquarters had never been robbed, and he immediately understood his words.

Isn’t this the only way to rise and fall?

The end of the sky and the end is revealed, and the sound of the disciples are training in the middle of the day, and the sound of the sound of the mountain.

And the moment we reach the end of Sancheong.

“ah!”

Again, admiration arises.

The peak of Kunlun Mountain.

The conduit of Kunlun, which is said to have had a much longer history than the shaman, resembled a huge city.

Eight huge halls of three or five floors were positioned like an eight trigram, and the surroundings were filled with large and small buildings.

It was a wonder to see so many densely-placed conduits filling the summit.

How could such a conduit be built on such a high mountaintop?

Moreover, there are cliffs everywhere.

It is said that even ghosts can use money. Indeed, human ability is endless, and the ability of wealth is truly amazing.

Jinmu stuck out his tongue in admiration, but Unam, who volunteered to be the guide, got lucky just in time.

“The one that looks big is the Kunlunpaguan.”

It’s the same eight, but it’s nothing compared to the shaman’s palgung.

Moreover, the shaman is now only six palaces.

“The rest…”

Unam explained and while walking, he arrived at a huge gymnasium.

“Foreclosure!”

About a hundred masters standing in rows stretched out their swords while shouting spirits.

The only word that comes out is great.

From the examination of martial arts to swordsmithing.

There are only four groups of hundreds of people.

“This is a gymnasium for training Jeong Gak-jin, and each palace…”

Because he couldn’t explain, Un-am continued to talk about whether there were ghosts who died.

It wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but it was truly massive.

Furthermore, the momentum extending from each camp weighs heavily on the atmosphere.

It’s a look I haven’t seen in Shaman Cheongseong. No, I didn’t stay long, but I hadn’t seen it even at the party.

Indeed, it deserved to be called one of the old schools.

It was said that he was a guardian who had been fighting fierce battles with the Demonic Cult for a long time while being isolated, and it was said that he was a guardian who protected the midfield.

“Come on in. That place is Ungung, the center of Kunlun.”

Where Unam pointed.

There was a small and modest building at the center of the eight halls.

Compared to other buildings, even that was three stories high, comparable to that of Shaman Jasogung.

I don’t know if Kunlun is different, but first of all, his finances are really rich.

i envy you.

When he followed Unam into Ungung, Jangmunin and the elders were waiting for him, as if he had been contacted by Sanmun in advance.

“Welcome. Kunlun’s long gate, Unhae.”

The master of Yongmundopo, who makes you think that he is sharp enough to be called bold rather than pure, greeted Jinmu.

Huh? Isn’t it a wind fan?

Jang Moon-in has changed.

The leader of Kunlun that Jinmu remembers was definitely the old man of Punghwan.