The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 29

There are tens of thousands of kinds of sounds that make up the world, but at this moment, there is only one kind that resonates in the King’s manor.

Jjoeok Bap Gak Pak!

The beating sound created by the combination of Jinmu’s fist and the young king’s body.

The figure of the young king, whose bones were broken and his skin torn, was so bloody that it was impossible to tell which part was his clothes and which part was his body.

Hana Fist did not stop.

Jinmu had the power to split the sky and burst mountains, but now he has only enough power to feel realistic and immediate pain.

Even if it hurts, it hurts more, and even in pain, it hurts more.

It was such a horrific sight that everyone who saw it frowned, but no one stopped or moved.

I was just looking.

The process of the great prestige of being a close relative of the imperial family falling to the ground and disappearing without a trace.

How futile it is to be a nobleman when it comes to paying the price of sin.

“Keep it off… save it…”

“…”

Eventually the punching stopped.

Jinmu looked at the young king, who was hanging limp and gasping for breath while clinging to his hand, then turned his gaze to Unyeon.

swish thump.

King Yeong’s body, which had been completely crushed by Jinmu’s gestures, was thrown at Unyeon’s feet.

“…?”

As if he did not understand the meaning of that action, he looked at Jinmu with slightly widened eyes.

“This is all I have to do.”

“…yes?”

“Don’t leave that life up to you.”

“…”

Unyeon looked at Jinmu with a puzzled expression as if seeking an answer.

“Little luck.”

“…”

“I will go to the Jeongmu-maeng this way. The emperor should take care of the coffin, but Murim is different. No matter how hard you try to fix everything, the same thing will happen again. Because the midfield is wide and there are more people who are different from me than grains of sand. Surely someone else will be persecuted in some place. Even so, I try to catch it every time. Because that is my responsibility for the power I have.”

“…”

“I don’t know about your past yet. What kind of life did you live or what did you think? So I don’t know what judgment you will make.”

“Sajo. I…”

Jinmu smiled brightly when Yun-yeon blurted out his words with a puzzled look on his face.

“I will tell you what my master said a long time ago when he told me about Mukryong.”

“…”

“You shouldn’t force a person’s life just because you teach. A teacher fulfills his or her role and duty by conveying and only gives direction, but should not get involved in the life of a disciple.”

“…”

“I am in the same position. However, this is just my opinion and I do not mean to force you. You decide your life.”

“…Sajo-nim.”

“Even if you just turn away from everything and exist only with you, even if you try to take responsibility for the remaining people of the Han clan, I will respect your wishes.”

After that, Jinmu calmly looked at Unyeon.

Un-yeon fell into long agony.

It was something no one had ever heard.

To his father, mother, and Sang Pyeong Sang-pyeong, who was the first teacher who taught him…

They just told him to go, and if he didn’t go, he was beaten and if he didn’t, he was thrown away.

“Sajo-nim, why are you doing this to me?”

“….”

After a while, he quietly answered the question that came out of Un-yeon’s mouth.

“What can I do…”

“…”

Jinmu, who was speechless for a while, looked up at the sky.

The eightieth year of the Revolutionary War and the twenty year of the Jinmu. There are many relationships that have been formed over the long and long 100 years.

Sapaeo King Jeongmu Chilseong Demonic Cult.

The shaman’s masters, including Cheongsang and Cheongwu, and those who took part in the path they walked, such as the Emperor and the children.

Or the numerous people who fought against themselves as enemies.

However, among those many people, there were only three people who had a relationship in the name of a disciple.

Yu Wol-cheong, the first disciple.

At that time, I thought I had to decide everything. I taught them thinking that even if you lift a stick, you have to adapt to yourself.

However, he was not able to connect with Mukryong’s kite. In the end, it became an enemy and was destroyed.

The second disciple, Woo Yang-jin.

He suited Taomen from the start. His relationship was more to the young man than to himself.

and the third fate.

It was not something he wanted, but a bond made by the heavens with Mukryong. Unlike the previous two, the guy who made me think about the meaning of love… Jinmu, who

had been silent for a long time, slowly opened his mouth.

“It is so because you are my master and the person who will receive the ink dragon from me, and the person who will pass on the ink dragon to someone someday.”

“…”

“So I will teach. It is because that is my karma. However, if one day the life you have decided collides with the line I have established, I will do my best to break it down. Because that is also my responsibility as a teacher.”

“…”

Unyeon looked down at the young king who was still wriggling at his feet. He struggles in the bloody water, losing his will, desperately trying to survive somehow.

Although he has become worse than a bug now and looks up at himself with eyes begging for forgiveness, he originally treated people like animals because he was a close relative of the imperial family and was proud even after committing sins.

What should I do? What is your own path to walk from now on?

After repeated considerations, Yun-yeon slowly drew her sword.

Sureureung.

The Taegeuk pattern engraved on the handle was covered with a group of determination, and the revealed sword body caught the light and shimmered so that it blinded the eyes.

In contrast to the sword’s brilliant brilliance, Unyeon lightly lowered the sword with a deep sunken look in his eyes.

The trail of condemnation, falling in a short arc, was neat, monotonous, and indifferent.

clap.

At the same time that the returned sword was plunged into the scabbard with blood on it, Unyeon discarded Taegeuk’s sword. The head of the

young

king, unable to close his eyes, is separated from his body and rolls around.

After a moment of silence, Jinmu looked at him and nodded.

Un-yeon did not forgive the guilty person with a vague admission, and at the same time threw away the names he had made falsely along with the scabbard.

Now, there was no more luck or wildness here.

“Little luck.”

“Yes, Master.”

name has changed Not as a philosopher, but as a teacher.

he abandoned the shaman

It was to throw away the façade that had been put on so far and find the true nature.

“I respect your choice.”

“…”

Jinmu, who looked at him and raised his chin slightly, declared in a deliberately solemn voice.

“So I, Jinmu, excommunicate Unyeon by the authority of the Lord of the Five Dragons.”

“…!”

excommunication.

Un-yeon can no longer live as a shaman’s disciple.

The letter written on the thief is a file and has a stigma of excommunication, so no one will be given that name.

But it was my own choice. Because he had already decided to accept his fate the moment he decapitated the king.

Kneeling slowly, Unyeon waited for Jinmu to dispose of her with a calm expression.

And with a deep smile, Jinmu slowly opened his mouth.

“From now on, your name is Han Kyung-hong.”

“…yes.”

I chose and I will live.

As Han Gyeong-hong, a disciple of Jinmu and the ink dragon of the new era.

“Let’s go. It’s quite a long way to go to infinity.”

Jinmu’s footsteps passed King Yeong’s body, followed by Han Gyeong-hong, Hwangshin, and their children.

The manor was still full of survivors, but their fate had already been decided.

As Jinmu and his party walked out of the door, soldiers suddenly appeared and rushed into the manor.

There was no resistance.

Because they had already lost their owner and lost their will to fight.

* * *

“Where the hell are you?”

“Iknow, right.”

When the frowning old man sat down on a rock and became irritated, the middle-aged man brushed the dust off his clothes and replied.

It was Bukri Do-cheon, who happily left Shin-gyo to meet Jin-mu, and Ma-gang, who was immersed in the sweet dream of a newlywed.

After running non-stop from Xinjiang, they arrived at Mt. Sohwa in about 10 days.

I didn’t think it was late, but no matter how much I searched, I couldn’t find anything.

So even after searching the foot of Sohwasan Mountain, it was not enough to search the next mountain and the foothills behind it.

Needless to say, he had already been separated from Sohwasan for a long time.

“Has the headmaster gone somewhere else already?”

“Has there been any news?”

“You came running together.”

“…”

However, because he was only focused on running, he had no time to come in contact with other news.

“Damn, I’ve heard great news from my New Year’s Eve guys.”

“Iknow, right. Han Kyung-hong is really amazing. Who would have known that he was Han Moo-hwa’s illegitimate son?”

“therefore.”

“If such a person changed his status and came to be a shaman, wouldn’t he be dreaming of revenge?”

“plural?”

“yes. After all, didn’t the religious leader kill his father?”

“Hmm that’s right. That’s one nonsense. Who in the world dreams of getting revenge on him?”

“Well, I also thought it didn’t make sense.”

“There is no cancer jaw. The level he achieved has already surpassed human limits. Rebellion, no, it is no different from the state of immortals.”

“Are you sure you’re not really doing the top line?”

“…”

At Ma Kang’s words, Buk Ri Do Cheon frowned.

“Stop the bullshit and send a message to Opening or Haomen. Perhaps he or the religious leader may have moved to another place.”

“yes.”

At the impatient urging, Ma Gang hurriedly wrote a copy.

Bukri Docheon looked at Ma Gang’s quick movements and licked his lower lip.

I was impatient.

Regarding Han Kyung-hong, neither the opening nor Hao-mun knows about it. I wanted to quickly meet Jinmu and let him know.

“ah! Wasn’t that guy there?”

Thinking of a guy with good hearing who clings to Jinmu like a leech, he put a lot of energy into Danjeon.

Once you shout, won’t you listen anywhere?

If he heard that he had come, he would surely run over everything.

“Hwaa… Huh?”

Just as he was about to shout with his hands together, he saw a group of people approaching him.

What’s wrong with the tail… A bandit?

North Ridochun was looking at them with a twisted look, and their eyes met.

“uh?”

Were they surprised to see this too? He pauses, and then they start chatting among themselves.

It worked out. If you’re a bandit, there’s nothing you don’t know about mountains.

“Hey guys. Ask me something about it…”

Bukri Docheon greeted him warmly, but the bandits’ expressions were quite strange.

After whispering for a while, everyone nodded and took out knives from their luggage one by one… Feeling like you found something worthwhile after going out of business?

“Ha ha ha such a windfall. I couldn’t bring all the riches of the living because I ran away from the monster.”

“….”

The bearded man in animal skin looked up and down at Bukri Docheon, his greedy eyes shining.

They ran nonstop, so they were dusty, but that didn’t hide their gorgeous silk clothes and gold girdle.

Besides, are these two masters?

Thanks to the fact that he had completely saved his energy, in the eyes of the bandits, he only looked like an old merchant with no strength and a soldier escorting him.

“Hey old man.”

“What?”

At the bandit’s call, he opened his eyes wide as if he was unfamiliar with Bukri Docheon.

“We were originally the heroes of Mansanchae, who dominated Mt. Sohwa, but now we are going to quit banditry and go home?”

“…”

“Looks like he’s going somewhere with an escort. If you have enough money, why don’t you add some money to our travel expenses?”

“….”

Oh, it feels so refreshing.

Although he had been to the midfield a few times over the years, he had never met a bandit.

No wonder.

What kind of liver guy can hold on to where the terrifying Demonic Cult leader goes?

Even if that wasn’t the case, it was common for the warriors of the Demonic Cult to clean it up (?) in order to eliminate any danger before the religious leader left.

“What are you doing? take out the bag So, will you show mercy and save your life?”

“….”

Bukri Docheon, who had been staring at the approaching bandits threatening him, twitched and burst into laughter.

“This is it. I never thought there would be people trying to rob me while I was alive.”

“….”

Enjoying the absurdity he experienced for the first time in his life, he glanced up at the sky.

Then I slightly turned my body and looked at Ma Gang standing behind me, covering my mouth tightly with my palm. This situation seemed quite funny.

His gaze, laughing mischievously at the slight shaking of his shoulders, turned to the bandits again.

He carefully examined the bandits one by one with a mischievous look and said softly.

“It’s the perfect weather to die, right?”

“…”

the bandits thought.

Why do you get goose bumps? Why are your eyes so dark?

A merchant… isn’t it?

And the bandits saw.

Behind the old man smiling at them, the escort laughed as well, pulling out a sword with a black river flowing through it.

Oh you’re a master

Without giving a hint…