The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 494

The moment when Zhuge Hyeopjin noticed the enemy’s movements and headed for Hebei.

A single letter flew to all the Murim forces in the path of the palace’s advance.

It was intended to delay the movement even a little by blocking the palace no matter how much.

This did not cover the prestigious large waves or small and medium-sized waves.

And the message flew to the shaman who was a little away from the route.

* * *

“You mean to send it?”

“yes.”

When Cheongsang, wearing a white dragon, calmly nodded, everyone’s faces showed deep distress.

After Jinmu left, a ceremony was held to appoint Cheongsang as a shaman.

No one who saw the dance at that time thought that Cheongsang was lacking in its name.

No, just looking at his inclination, isn’t he a disciple who is more suitable for a shaman’s sword than Jinmu?

Although he was from this age, he had a sense of justice in everything he did, and his character and speech were upright and neat, making him an outstanding master.

A boy who lost his parents to fire fighters in a slash-and-burn village in the past and was saved.

He has rid himself of the evaluation that it is difficult to achieve greatness even with talent because his heart is full of vengeance, and now he has become a guru representing shamans with dignity.

That was the reason why he was able to attend the elders’ meeting hosted by Myeonghyeon, a senior official.

This is because the individual Cheongsang was the second disciple of Ohryonggung, but as a shaman swordsman, he was in an equal position with the elders, the elders.

But he wants to leave.

After receiving the letter from the commander-in-chief of Jeong Mu-maeng, he was immediately asking for preparations and sending them to Hebuk.

Saying that I will walk alone.

“I heard that things are not going well.”

“…”

“The imperial family, which has already received a letter from the great military commander, is deploying the imperial army, but they say there are not enough masters to protect the front line.”

“Mupunggae and the white heron Geomhye are chasing after them.”

“It’s behind.”

“The front is blocked by the military commanders.”

“We haven’t gathered enough troops in Hebei yet to stop them, and the military generals are good at war, not strong enough to fight individually.”

“…”

“Sipaecheon has been attacked from the north, so we can’t get out our masters. In the worst case, they may cross Hebei first and destroy the Forbidden City. Please allow me.”

“…hmm.”

Myeonghyeon and the elders deeply sighed at the sight of Cheongsang confidently conveying his intentions.

I didn’t know.

Because the opening was chasing after their past and continuing to keep in touch.

Their movements were nimble and quick.

Half day or night time.

The Jeongmu-maeng was a distance behind the advance of the palace.

What if there is a person called the Grand Palace Master and a master who is strong enough to match him, so the army can’t stop it?

However, Myeong-hyeon did not make the decision easily.

As they continued to hesitate, the minister calmly continued.

“When Sasuk made me reach the river and inherit the name of Shaman Swordsman, he probably did not mean to just sit in prose and learn the Tao.”

“…”

“I learned that responsibility must always follow those who have power.”

“….”

“Sasuk always volunteered to take the rough road to protect the midfield. I think I should do the same as the name of Shaman District Prosecutor.”

“Hana Jinmu wanted the shaman to stay.”

“…”

I know.

How could I not know that he had promised me as he left?

“It was. Don’t you know one? That’s just a word concerned about the shaman. He said it out of fear that the shaman might get hurt.”

“…”

“So how can a shaman be called a shaman if he cringes even when he sees an emergency?”

The shaman’s way that was followed before the precepts.

No one could come up with an answer when discussing it.

“Cheongmu Investigator and Jinmu Sasuk. They are the ones who benefited the world widely by walking their own path without relying on anyone.”

The voice of the young man gradually gained strength.

“The same goes for shamans. We must go further and develop further. How can you be called a shaman if you stay in fear of experiencing the pain of the past again? Even if you collapse, you have to go out into the world as a shaman.”

Even if it collapses, as a shaman.

Those words threw a small ember into people’s hearts.

“A shaman does not become strong because of one person… He must become strong himself. That is the path a shaman should take.”

“…Huh uh huh huh!”

Myunghyun, who had been thinking for a while about Cheongsang’s words, suddenly started laughing.

yes this is it

Knowing the Tao is everywhere in the world.

Whether old or young, the Dao transcends social status.

What is born must reach its end, and a new life is born by taking nourishment from what has been destroyed.

History seems to be different, but it repeats itself in the same way and develops endlessly within it.

That is the way of nature and the principle of the world.

Jinmu spoke of rebuilding through change, and Cheongsang spoke of advancing as a shaman.

It will grow up sooner or later. A child who grew up with Jinmu as fertilizer is trying to move forward through his own Tao.

To be taught by guys who have just crossed the terms and conditions.

really wasted. For a long time, I longed for the Tao in vain.

What were you afraid of?

What did you hesitate about?

Why was he confined to the fence called Moonpa, and he was just anxious to protect it?

“Number of Buddhas…”

said Myeonghyeon, who quietly left Doho with soft eyes.

“Go.”

“…!”

At Myeonghyeon’s words, not only the elders but also the great disciples gathered in Daejeon widened their eyes.

“However, as you claim, you are not alone. The shaman will be with you.”

“Come on, Jangmunin.”

Cheong-sang, who asked for permission to send him alone, was taken aback.

“How could that be your own way? As you said, this is the way a shaman should go.”

“….”

“Great disciple Jinmyeong and all generations, listen.”

“Please tell me.”

“From now on, Jinmyeong will lead the shaman as Jangmun’s assistant manager, and the staff of each palace will also remain at the head office to teach this generation and continue the history of shamanism.”

“A man of longevity!”

“Don’t ask. This is the mandate given by the shaman’s chief adviser.”

“…”

“The era is passing and a new history is beginning. You guys should become the foundation of the shaman preparing for the next history.”

When Myeonghyeon stood up, the shaman’s practitioners all fell on the floor.

Myeonghyeon, who looked at the scene with satisfaction, looked back at the elders and smiled.

“Will you join me?”

“I was waiting. that word.”

“If I come back alive, I’ll have to get rid of the sick elder and sit in the Senate and treat the old man in the back room.”

While everyone smiled gently and answered in a clear manner, Myeong-hyeon looked at Myeong-jin.

“You will stay.”

“Come on, Jangmunin.”

“I’m sorry. You have already sacrificed yourself once to save the shaman.”

“….”

“Don’t feel sorry for me. It is said that you have made a lot of recovery, but you are still weak. You can catch other people’s ankles.”

Direct and objective expression.

It’s not ignorance, it’s true, so it’s much better than talking around to get a feel for it.

“Don’t tell me you’re unkind.”

“…”

How can you be callous?

I can clearly feel the young heart in his eyes.

“The day you return… I will prepare a meal at Oryong Palace.”

“Heh heh, you should have good alcohol and plenty of good meat snacks.”

“…”

Myunghyun patted Myungjin on the shoulder and winked.

* * *

War.

An act of infringing on the other party by mobilizing various means to resolve a dispute arising out of mutual understanding.

The invaded person does not want to be taken away, and the invader tries to take it by any means.

And the results are always disastrous.

People with no direct relationship lose their lives and are forced to make meaningless sacrifices.

Such was the current war.

The palace, which had rushed in like a wave, showed no mercy to those who stopped it.

Bodies piled up on the side of the road, and the flowing river was stained with blood.

bang! Kwak!

A defensive camp built on Mount Xiaotai in Hebei Province.

The battle began there, which was organized to block the enemies flocking by using the terrain that formed the valley.

The cannonballs that poured toward the rushing enemies in a great sea exploded in all directions, and screams overflowed everywhere, but the advance did not stop.

Suaaang! chin.

The old man in the lead caught the cannonball flying towards him and stopped.

Kwaaang!

Soon after, the shell exploded and blew the area away, but no wounds were seen on the old man’s body.

Rather, he, who was hidden in the dust and smoke created by the explosion, was quickly fired at the defenders.

The soldier who had put a cannonball into the gun barrel and lit the wick couldn’t help but wonder at the old man’s appearance in front of him.

uh when?

It must have looked over 100 pages, right?

However, the old man’s behavior further amplified his wonder.

The old man’s hand blocking the gun barrel and the cruel smile on his face.

Chii-i…

The wick that had already caught fire burned up to the tail.

Could it be that you’re going to block the gun with your hands made of flesh?

It is absurd.

How can human power stop the cannon?

However, the old man undoubtedly shattered the soldier’s expectations.

Wow!

Even the powerful cannonballs that blew up the walls could not pierce the old man’s hands.

The gunpowder full of gunpowder exploded in reverse, turning the defenses made by the soldiers into a sea of fire.

“Ah!”

Each of those caught in the explosion lost different parts of their body and let out a painful scream.

But that wasn’t the end.

Chou Shu Shoot!

Behind the old man, those wearing black keys jumped into the defensive line.

Blood gushed out whenever the brutal swords they wielded swept through the defenses.

The sunken defenses did not fulfill their role, and the ensuing enemies began to trample the soldiers.

death and death again.

“Retreat! Hurry up and retreat!”

Realizing that the battle had turned, the armed man shouted desperately, but the enemies had already invaded.

With a final hollow cry, his neck fell and he rolled across the floor.

Han Moo-hwa, an elderly man.

He, who destroyed the battlefield in the lead, put his hands behind his back at the scene of the slaughter and looked at the defense formations made by soldiers in the distance.

“How can idiots stop me by weaving together pieces of paper?”

With a smile on his face, he spoke without naming a specific target.

“Go. The Forbidden City is right in front of you! Kill whatever you want to instill fear in them!”

When Han Moo-hwa’s command was given, the soldiers of the palace frantically jumped toward the next line of defense.

Tactics and strategy were only one step forward.

The guns put into the defensive line by the imperial army were powerful, but they were vulnerable to surprise attacks because they were too heavy to instantly change formation depending on the situation.

After Han Moo-hwa and the Black Guns led by him broke the formation of artillery and archers, the soldiers immediately committed a massacre.

In the process, not only the imperial army but also the palace warriors died countless times, but no one cared.

They trampled on the corpse and continued on their way toward the Forbidden City.

And before we knew it, the imperial army had reached the last line of defense made on Mt. Sootae.

The Forbidden City was visible across the plain in the distance.

And in front of the warriors of the palace, other people other than the imperial soldiers appeared.

Those who always helped ahead of time when a national crisis occurred.

The warriors of the small and medium-sized breakwaters who did not wear armor, including the scholar of Zhuge Gao, the Shaolin shaman’s guru who remained without being put into the northern front line.

“Block the enemies and help the army retreat!”

“Wow!”

At the shouts of the Murim Myeongsooks in the lead, the warriors sprinted in unison.

And the blue statue, who led the way among them, spewed blue sword steel and started running.