The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 416

The Funeral’s funeral was held.

A white cloth was draped over all the temples in Kunlun, including Ungung, and the disciples heading to Cheonryonggak were also all white, from the conduit, robe, and gaiters to their shoes. It felt as if an immaculate white cloud had landed on the peak of Kunlun.

While the funeral was held according to solemn procedures, everyone’s faces were filled with joy instead of sadness.

It was a tribute to Punghwan, who achieved everything at the moment of his death.

Even though the body remains, how can you not be happy because you vaguely guess that the soul has entered the fairyland?

Everyone held back tears in their hearts and commemorated the path to Punghwan with smiles instead of sadness.

As with the Buddhist tabi ceremony, so was the Taoist funeral.

Since he has spent his entire life following the natural path, it is his duty not to leave anything but his name.

A small mortuary tablet honoring the achievements of the deceased was placed in the central shrine of Cheonryonggak, and Unhae set fire to firewood stacked high in the gymnasium.

Fire.

In an instant, tongues of flame gushed out, and Kunlun’s disciples, clad in white robes, sat down in rows in front of him.

White smoke rose up to the sky and disappeared between the clouds, as if a dragon was returning to its hometown.

Jinmu and his party sat to one side and watched the ceremony until it was over.

Of course, Dan Kakchul, who had been screaming for everyone to leave all night, couldn’t attend because he was bedridden.

“Thanks to the Jinmu dojo, Sasuk achieved everything and entered the fairyland, so how should I thank him…”

After all the ceremonies were over, Unhae prepared a separate seat and bowed respectfully to Jinmu with the elders.

To them, Jinmu was no longer a follower of Domun who was walking the same path.

He was not a guru who used a shaman’s pendulum boat, but a person in the same position as their roommate, Punghwan.

Punghwan and Jinmu’s Bimu.

What he saw would be left as a record, and the record would one day serve as a foundation for someone who would gain greater enlightenment than Peng-hwan.

Since it all started with Jinmu, what can we say about that grace?

However, after receiving the greeting, Jinmu calmly shook his head.

“What is there to be thankful for? I just saw off the way.”

“…”

Jinmu’s attitude made Unhae and the elders’ faces bloom with emotion.

Sometimes a single word pays a thousand debts.

Even though he had a good position to be proud of, he protected Kunlun’s pride and tried to let others know that he had his own merit in it when others obtained it, but he respected and acknowledged that Punghwan had achieved it himself.

Shaman, Dosa, no unmanned Jinmu.

Neatly dressed in white mourning clothes and neatly tidying even the tousled hair, he was a guru who realized the degree of manifestation more than anyone else present.

Although he was usually like a messing around, he now knows that he is a virtuous man who came to Kunlun.

Kunlun was deeply moved and expressed his feelings with a firm resolve.

“Kunlun will pass on the blessings of the dojang from generation to generation.”

“…”

Jinmu looked at them and nodded with a smile on his face.

share from generation to generation

I said it around, but it’s no different from an oath of allegiance if it’s a Sapa or a Demonic Cult.

In the past, they ignored the shaman’s difficulties, but now they will rush to help before anyone else.

But I don’t need that kind of thing…

As long as I’m holding on, there won’t be anyone who’s big enough to pamper the shaman, and even if there is, the shaman’s strength is enough without your help.

I’d rather give you money

They say they get a lot of support from the Jeongmu-maeng… Our Chungwoo tends to go well with gold chests.

“Do you go blind now?”

“…”

Jinmu’s face slightly frowned at Unhae’s words.

why me?

I didn’t have to say ‘yes’ and run to them just because they were looking for me, and I didn’t want to.

In the yard that has become the strongest on earth both in name and reality, it is so far.

I haven’t cared about political affairs for a long time, and I’ve eaten Sapaecheon as well as the Demonic Bridge. Why am I going to such a place?

“Do you know why Lump is looking for me?”

“There was no written story about him. Perhaps you want to ask about the subjugation of the Demonic Cult?”

“Hmm…”

Hearing it makes sense.

But what did they do to help… I don’t think these bastards.

You’re not trying to put a spoon on him for helping him by sending Geomhye and useless things in the fight against Han Seung, right?

No, they’re enough guys to stay like that.

This is the yard where Sama Jeong stopped fighting and started a truce.

It’s a great opportunity to expand your power, so there’s no way the damn Jegal should miss it.

okay. It is clear that he is looking for it with the intention of expanding his power by using himself as a disciple of a shaman.

Or is there no reason to contact him after calming down the demonic cult until now?

It’s like a damn bastard. what did my guy do

Sending a lot of useless things to bother people.

But don’t be fooled into thinking.

Isn’t it Jinmu who knows better than anyone else the sharpness and persistence of that Jegal Yamsaeng?

When I think of all the hardships I suffered in my previous life because of that bastard… Yes, he grabbed me and lured me to an obscure place… Anyway, if I did

n’t listen to him, it was obvious that he would find another way.

There’s no way he’ll be able to help, so he’ll probably contact the shaman and try to persuade his teacher, Myeong-jin, to put a noose on him.

It’s not like Myeong-

jin is the type to say anything to him, and he’s not the type to listen to what he says.

Damn horny bastard.

Come to think of it, yesterday’s conversation was a bit short. I’m sure you didn’t get it right, so check it out as you go down… OK.

Jinmu, who had no way of knowing about the deal between King Yeong and Mu-maeng Jeong, hurriedly finished his thoughts and shook his head.

“I don’t see any reason why I should go. If it hadn’t been revealed, it wouldn’t have anything to do with the main text.”

“You do.”

“…”

“Wherever the master walks, who can stop this Murim? haha.”

You’re talking too long

“Since you did not respond to Meng’s call, I will not ask you where you are going either.”

“…”

I had no intention of teaching.

“Since he is leaving, I won’t catch him, but I hope that the future of the dojang is safe and well.”

“thank you.”

Jinmu nodded his head and stood up, but suddenly a thought popped up in his mind and asked with wide eyes.

“Didn’t you send an obituary to Unam, who is also in the real alliance?”

“yes. You will be very sad when you hear the news.”

Of course it is.

Because he was the last disciple who followed Punghwan more than anyone else.

Perhaps by now, she would be crying and spitting out that sadness word by word.

But that’s not what I’m curious about…

“About my story…?”

“I wrote down, at least briefly, what happened. There was also a note saying that they were holding a funeral together and commemorating Sasuk.”

“…”

Said with an expression that the sea of clouds was natural.

damn it anyway

It’s the third day since Punghwan’s funeral was held.

If he had posted an obituary to Unam, it would mean that Jegal Yamsaeng knew that he had stayed in Kunlun that long.

There’s nothing wrong with knowing what to do, but there’s no way that guy just posted a letter.

Surely he had a second best plan in place in case I refused.

Three days is more than enough time for Zhenshu to circumnavigate Zhongyuan, so there may already be a lot of open beggars near Kunlun.

damn i don’t have time It’ll be annoying if you run into it.

“Then I will go.”

“yes? Already?”

“Oh. Staying longer would only be a nuisance.”

“I don’t care if it’s a nuisance. If anyone says something like that, I’ll wear it right away… Hmmm.”

Unhae, who was overly excited, cleared his throat, probably thinking he was saying something he shouldn’t have said as a Taoist.

If that’s the case, it’s worth it.

After even making an oath of allegiance in the Do-moon ceremony, a word from Jin-mu would pierce his lips and lock him in at least.

“There will be a day when we will see each other again.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry. If you find me again in Meng, please tell me that I went to Sacheon.”

“Ah, then by any chance Qingseong?”

“yes. It’s been a long time since I’ve been passing by, but shouldn’t I stop by the gate? On my way, I plan to stop by the Tangmun as well.”

Of course it’s a lie.

It’s not that I don’t believe in the sea of clouds, but isn’t it true that people never know what will happen?

If Jegal Yamsaeng asks persistently, he might accidentally spill a clue with a very small mistake.

It doesn’t matter anymore.

If it is Jinmu’s horse, even if you make red bean porridge with beans, if it is a sea of clouds that is as reliable as iron stone, it will be a very good bait.

Even if he did say it, he would take the bait that Jinmu had sown and search Sacheon.

No matter how smart Jegal is, he doesn’t have the talent to follow my despicable head.

Jinmu praised himself and left Kunlun.

It was only natural that everyone felt sorry for parting with Jinmu.

It was when Jinmu and his party arrived near the mountain gate, being escorted by Kunlun.

“Get out.”

“yes?”

Everyone in the party was startled, as well as Execution, which followed Jinmu’s low call.

“How can we have more conversations?”

“…!”

Eyes wide open with a soft tone.

Everyone knew that the conversation that Jinmu was talking about was coming soon.

When I thought of the pain that was etched into my bones, my body almost trembled as if I had a sore throat.

“Cheong-god. I will never create anything to talk about in the future. Really. It’s true. Please believe me!”

Gakchul expressed his intention with all his might.

“Hmm yes. It should be.”

“…”

Jinmu shook his head.

That’s right.

There is only one admonition for ignorance.

If you make the same mistake over and over again, it’s time to take medicine.

or completely ignoring their own words.

“Hwang Shin-ah, Grand Palace.”

“yes!”

“I don’t have to tell you guys, right?”

“Oh my! We’re not like that stupid extrovert!”

“I will not inform the Demonic Cult either.”

Hwangsin and Daegung Sodongbo. And even Neungseohyun joined in and shouted with one voice.

Maybe they will have time to talk with Jinmu.

A sticky bond that continued while feeling the same sympathy regardless of whether it was a love affair or not?

What does it matter? It’s just me.

“Okay very good. Now, from now on, hide yourself as much as possible and get out of Kunlun.”

“yes!”

Are you suddenly hiding?

I wondered why, but no one in Jinmu’s company dared to ask.

It was just a matter of doing what you were told to do.

Jinmu smiled and nodded in satisfaction at everyone’s answer…

“Huh? why? Didn’t Yangfeng County tell Yujang Sangdanju to wait?”

“…”

Yes, there are definitely people who are not good at it.

Damn, I think I understood and understood everything else.

Chungwoo, come here.

It seems like a long-awaited conversation is needed between sasuk and sajil.

“Keuheum Has the weight of this iron ball become lighter? Is it comfortable to walk?”

When Jinmu looked at Cheongwu and let go of his fists, Cheongsang briskly walked past Cheongwu as if there were no iron balls attached to his legs.

No matter how crooked… Even though I was taught not to look away from the difficulties of others….

If I was beaten, it was of no use to anyone.

Cheongwu has such a great ability that he can be called Geumgang Buddha…