The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 395 Heavy

snow fell on Mt.

Even the elderly, whose job it is to beat their sore knees on a rainy day, said it was their first time seeing such a heavy snowfall, so it seemed like they came a lot.

The snow, which had fallen for five days, dyed the white mountains all over the place in pure white.

Everywhere my feet touched, there were places where my feet went deep, and in severe cases, they came to my chest.

Is it because it snowed too much?

The Demonic Cult was having the most quiet time since its founding.

Due to frequent accidents, the elders’ Daejeon, where meetings were held every day, has been without people for several days, and the furnace has cooled down.

The training of the unmanned units, which did not take a day off, was also stopped.

As if enjoying the first break, there was not a single footprint in the gymnasium in Cheonsan, which was covered with snow.

After recovering, Jinmu meditated for a long time.

It seemed to be the longest time spent without doing anything since Dodong’s body had a soul.

However, in his mind as he sat there, every moment was a fierce life-and-death crossroads.

Jinmu, who forcibly pulled out Bukri Docheon, who had settled in his memory, constantly fought in his mind, drawing on his movements.

Defeat, defeat, defeat….

Damn old man. I know, but it’s filthy strong.

Even though it’s in my head, I can’t see a gap to break through.

It must have been annoying to spend the whole day in defeat, but Jinmu did not give up and persistently searched for a way.

How many times did you repeat the day when it was bright and then dark? By the time I was drawing a winning streak with just one winning streak, my son-in-law came back brightly.

“Whoa…”

I found peace in my heart with my exhaled breath.

My mind was clear and my body was extremely refreshed with the feeling that I had accomplished something.

But…

“I need to wash.”

I was drenched in sweat, so I felt uncomfortable.

growl

I think I should eat some rice too.

When the intense hunger came, I felt dizzy.

profit.

When Jinmu opened the door, what he saw in front of him was a world that had turned white.

In addition, to the chill that makes you instinctively get goosebumps.

It’s snowing… It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

“Sasook!”

“God!”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and hurriedly approached and stared at Jinmu, probably because they were worried about Jinmu, who came out after a long recovery.

“….”

Are humans still animals of learning?

Maybe because there was a precedent of being beaten on the head after worrying for nothing the other day, I didn’t put my hand on my body or ask about her condition, but there was a deep worry in each of her eyes.

“How are you feeling?”

Cheong Sang-man persistently asked.

“are you okay.”

Sitting on the veranda, Jinmu gave a short answer and then asked straight away.

“How many days has passed since then?”

“Five days left.”

Seohyeon Neung, who realized the meaning of the question the fastest, replied by handing over a bowl of hot soup to appease Jinmu’s hunger, as if he had prepared it in advance.

“Five days…”

Jinmu, taking the bowl and inhaling it loudly, calmly repeated as he gazed at the white world.

Five days until the decisive battle with Bukri Docheon.

What is he doing now? What have you been doing for the past five days?

are you playing

Jinmu, who recalled Bukridocheon for a while, smiled.

There’s no way a guy who hates losing more than dying would do that.

Although he summoned himself, he was not the kind of person who would give up his seat without hesitation.

It is a criminal to do his best even when catching a rabbit.

Not to mention, there’s no way a guy too big to be described as a tiger is playing around.

He must have been trying his best to kill himself for the past five days and the next five days.

Ten days is very short, but it is enough time to gain a moment of enlightenment, so we should do our best here too.

However, the confrontation drawn in my head was meaningless.

The memories that remain are Bukridocheon in the past, not Bukridocheon now.

All that remains is to raise the senses to the extreme through actual combat

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Cheongsang, who reached the stage of full-fledged spirit at a young age. We will soon cross the border of the river.

Damn genius child. I wasn’t even like that when I was that age.

clap clap.

“…”

And Chung-woo, who is eating something hard in the back.

It’s like that…

Sasook Lee hasn’t finished eating yet. Anyway, in front of eating, there is no young burjanghead.

yes what because it’s clean

Still, it has grown quite nicely.

I don’t know if it’s because the cheong-sang taught him well, but seeing that stupid guy look at the level of spirit beyond the burn.

and the emperor and children.

Hwangsin and Sodongbo have different skills, so their level is meaningless.

If the timing and circumstances are right, you’ll be able to pick off the heads of those who have just reached sexual maturity.

and ejection.

If you focus on training as you are now, you will be able to become the main axis of openness in the future.

Neungseo-hyeon was originally at the level of Seonggang, so needless to say, the pests… will gradually get better.

Daegung is a member of the Eunwidan, so the current level should be sufficient.

Everyone is great, but the problem is… none of them are strong enough to raise my senses in real life.

Individuals are not opponents.

Even if I told Eight to do joint work, except for Neung Seo-hyeon, if it was time to drink a cup of tea, I would collapse in a blood clot in the snow.

Oh useless things.

Why is there such a shortage of talented people around me?

All of a sudden, things got worse.

Perhaps by now, the son of Bukri Docheon would call in Yukje and Yeomwang Daeju and sharpen his senses by sparring…

Jinmu’s jealous worries deepened.

In the end, can I just do it alone?

Phew, I wish I could put these useless things together.

Even if they can’t do sparring like real combat, if they can unite their strengths, they’ll be useful opponents.

It will also be helpful for the training of the Spirit Gong of Yang, who has gained a new achievement….

Damn what?

A thought flashed through Jinmu’s mind as he stared at the snow-covered Cheonsan Mountain.

The only ones who have reached their spirits, including Ganggi’s Neungseohyun Cheongsang, are the five unreasonably energetic Cheongwoo.

remembered What a wonderful way!

“Guys.”

Jinmu suddenly called out to everyone with a warm expression and a warm voice.

“You guys should help me.”

“…”

Everyone smiled and tilted their heads as they looked at each other’s faces.

Of course you have to help. I will help you with all my heart…

Why do I get goosebumps?

Is it because the days are cold?

* * *

Finally the snow stopped and now there is only one day left.

Everyone waited in silence, as if exchanging unspoken promises, when not only the owner of the Demonic Cult, but also history might change.

And deep in the nature of Tianshan.

After passing through the entrance carved with countless demon statues, a huge iron gate is revealed at the end of a cave in the form of a long corridor.

And the letters carved through the stone wall above it.

Cheonma-dong (天魔洞)

Along with Shinnyeojeon, which enshrines the sacred fire and blue flame, it is the most sacred place in the Demonic Cult.

After the first leader of the Demonic Cult had attained enlightenment early on, the roar that had been heard nonstop for the past few days had finally stopped.

Ma Gang, who had been waiting in front of the door, opened the iron door after a long time of silence.

That’s right.

When the closed door opened with a grand sound, a creepy magi blew like the wind along with hot heat from inside.

“….”

Magang looked at the inside and couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

My master, standing alone with a strong sense of intimidation, and two elderly people sitting around him looking exhausted.

Bukri Dopyeong, the owner of Bukga, and Yeo Baekgi, the owner of Cheonghwa, who were called Yukje earlier and have represented the Demonic Cult.

Bukri Docheon entered Cheonma-dong with them.

He didn’t look tired in the slightest even though he dealt with two of the six during his training.

If Jinmu had not lost the rest of the body, would he have been his opponent even if there were three or four?

There was deep joy in Ma Gang’s eyes as he blankly looked at Bukridocheon.

It was obviously creepy that touched my skin, but it was closer to excitement than fear.

An unmanned man standing alone in Cheonma-dong, which is huge enough to fill hundreds of people, but does not allow even an inch of gap to squeeze in its huge presence.

He was Bukridocheon.

The strongest warrior on earth that no one can deny, and the strongest leader in the history of the Demonic Cult.

He, who had never revealed his power even once after the death of his only recognized nemesis, Hyeokryeonmoo-gang, finally woke up from a long sleep.

It was a short closing, but he was spraying vicious spirit like in his prime.

Who said his master was old?

Magang was so proud that he wanted to find that careless jaw and tear it apart even now.

Some said that a kid named Jinmura who challenged the throne might win.

He whispered that the history of the Demonic Cult would change, and expressed his disappointment by saying that the Demonic Cult was defeated by the midfielder.

They also wanted to tear their earlobes, scream, and open their eyes to show clearly.

His own master, Bukridaocheon, is a martial god.

An existence that cannot be judged in the human realm.

Even though the years had passed, he was still strong. No, it was much stronger and bigger than before. I just didn’t show it because I didn’t need it.

The history of the Demonic Cult will not change.

Jungwon’s kid was great, but he will eventually be defeated, and the Gyoju will continue his reign…

“Magang.”

“…!”

Bukri Docheon’s call went round the joint and permeated the ears of Ma Gang, who was unable to break away from emotion.

Ma Kang, who suddenly came to his senses and jumped into the cavity, instinctively fell flat.

“Your Highness.”

“…”

Buk Ri Do-cheon smiled lightly at the unusual title of honor.

“Jijon… It’s been a while since I heard that title.”

“…”

Ma Gang lowered his head even more at the calm but joyous voice.

“I have prepared clothes for you to change into.”

At Ma Kang’s words, the women who were waiting outside the door hurriedly entered with their backs bowed and changed Bukri Docheon’s clothes.

In the meantime, a table was set in front of him, a chair was prepared, and a steaming tea was placed on top.

Bukri Docheon, who took all of that for granted, sat down on a chair and asked, savoring the fragrance that leaked out of the teacup.

“Are you all ready unarmed?”

“Yes, Master. We made it stronger and wider than ever before.”

“You tried.”

Bukri Docheon nodded and asked again as he emptied his teacup.

“What is he doing?”

“…”

At those words, Ma Kang’s face twisted, and Buk Li Do-cheon slightly raised one eye.

“Tell me.”

“That’s…”

“…?”

It was the Magang that deployed the Yeomwangdae to escort the summit where Jinmu was staying.

The answer to his recent situation shouldn’t have been that difficult, but a troubled expression appeared on Ma Gang’s blunt face.

“Don’t mind, tell me.”

“…Sledding…”

“…”

What are you doing?

For a moment, Buk Li Do-cheon, who did not understand what the words meant, blinked and looked at him.

“I didn’t come out of Cho-ok for five days, and I didn’t come out of the house… After that, I haven’t done anything and just hang out.”

“play?”

“yes. If you hunt with the people who came with you and eat rabbit meat… After it snowed, I rode a sleigh all day…”

Dissatisfaction was evident in every word.

Perhaps he was angry because it was compared to preparing all the way for the fight while going through the closing training here.

“Isn’t it possible that you gave up after realizing that you were no match for the head teacher?”

“He’s really…”

Unable to contain his curiosity at Ma Gang’s words, Bukri Docheon left the teacup and stood up.

“Go ahead. He’s not the kind of person who would commit a misdemeanor. I’ll have to see what you’re doing.”

“Yes, Master.”

As Bukri Docheon moved out of Cheonma-dong, her eyes slightly frowned.

Are you playing on a sleigh?

Do you give up? Can you?

The guy he saw was never like that.

The guy is just hiding himself in a trivial attitude and tone.

It was after he had clearly witnessed the brutality of the beast hidden deep in his eyes.

If he’s doing something that others don’t expect, it’s definitely a target.

Couldn’t that great guy do such a bizarre thing for no reason?