The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 3

The dawning time dimly.

Even when he was busy, the martial arts masters who had filled the gymnasium were taking magic tricks with their arms stretched out in front of them.

At first glance, it was so heavy that it seemed as if it would break the waist, hanging one by one on each wrist.

“Basic physical training is the basis of martial arts!”

Contrary to Chungwoo’s roaring cry…

“Stop it…”

The guru’s groans erupted from all directions, sweating like rain and shaking their limbs as if an earthquake had struck.

Of course, being wild was no exception.

Yayul-seong, who had been severely beaten since morning, was brought to the training hall with his body swollen and joined the training of the masters.

It was all because of a guy named Unhyeon.

The thunderbolt will die. Why don’t you explain

But what?

When you go to Hwasan, you must follow the will of Maehwa, and when you come to Shaman, you must follow the Way of Taegeuk.

But look forward to it.

I will definitely avenge you.

On the day I stand at the highest place of my shaman, Unhyeon I’ll dig out your eyes, tear your mouth and limbs, and

cut

them into pieces in the field.

Fuck, this is training…

Fuck fuck!

I don’t know how many times I’ve cursed in my heart.

He was proud of having lived through all sorts of hardships, but this ignorant iron ball magician was really unbearable.

“Ugh! who barked! Who paid for it!”

“…”

A moan so loud that even an old man with deaf ears could hear it, and Chung-wu narrowed his eyes fiercely, and the masters bit their lips and corrected their posture.

That damn pig.

A hero who saved Moorim with such a generous and naive face.

That’s definitely not a guru, but a demon wearing a pig’s mask that came up from hell.

To endure only with the strength of the body without internal energy?

What kind of lively dog… or pig noise?

But you can’t secretly use your inner energy.

No, you’re right in saying you can’t.

It was because of the one-pointed mountain air that was rising from all sides of the gymnasium.

“Kkeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…”

Such a primitive thing is training.

this is just torture

It’s bullying….

The shaman is as vicious as I’ve heard.

But you have to be patient.

How can you pull out a knife with great intentions, but stick it in without cutting a single radish?

If you don’t win, you won’t even get a name and you’ll be kicked out.

Wasn’t it only a month?

If you go through this goddamn training period, you can officially become a shaman guru and learn the spirit of conscience that Jinmu has learned.

Then… Until then…

“Grow up…”

Puffed up.

The guru next to Yayulseong, who had been holding on with his teeth clenched, could not stand it any longer and fell to the ground.

It seemed that he had run out of stamina.

But it was strange.

Rather than helping the guru, who was trembling with anxious eyes, scattered on the ground, did not the guru who was with him struggle to turn away and endure even more tenaciously?

why?

Wasn’t altruism the basic cultivation of a Taoist?

“Unlucky!”

“Sa Sa Suk! This is just my feet slipping in sweat…”

“Sangonghyang hasn’t even burned out yet collapses? Did I teach you that?”

“Sa Soo-wook… please…”

“Uh huh! Didn’t I tell you clearly? This training was invented by the former Shaman District Prosecutor, Jimmu Sasook! My brother-in-law and I have already experienced it several times and benefited from it.”

“…”

“It wasn’t like that in my time, but in my time! He said thank you and endured all day long if you fed him rice!”

“….”

Cheongwoo, now only twenty-five years old, raised his hand high, emphasizing the phrase, ‘When I am’, which the old warrior used to say.

And the stick in his hand fell vertically, creating countless remnants at once.

Fuck! Barbababak! Puck! jump!

“Keuok! Big!”

The fallen guru’s body trembled excitedly in the shower-like steaming club.

Also hell pig. evil slaughter.

No forgiveness, no mercy.

Yayul-sung unknowingly corrected his posture at the brutal beating.

don’t fall down

Even if you absolutely die…

“No thanks! So far! short break!”

“Huh….”

“Keuuu…”

The guru collapsed at the declaration of rest that was heard when the mountain gonghyang turned to ashes and the wind blew.

is that the only one? hat things.

Well, it’s okay to endure this much, but I’m different from you guys.

I won’t lose to that hell pig.

Yayulseong gritted his teeth and applied force to the limbs that were about to collapse.

“Heo-eok-heo-eok…”

He had been holding on to death with bloodshot eyes. It was only a moment or more after the others had collapsed that he finally sat down.

won

feel relieved

My heart was filled with pride and pride that I had lasted a fraction longer than the guru who had been trained first.

“Hoo? How is it?”

“…”

“It’s extraordinary. Our sasook said that natural talent is important, but constant effort is the shortcut to greatness.”

Goosebumps rose up the tired spine of Ye Yul-seong when he saw Chung-woo suddenly jump out and crouch down laughing.

Smile?

Bullying people to this point and laughing?

Let’s see, hell pig.

Your name, along with Unhyeon, will also be listed in the Killing Book.

Then go hit the ground and don’t grumble.

“It’s too much praise.”

No matter what he was thinking, Ya Yul-seong took a fist with trembling hands and smiled hard and showed humility.

“Hot hot! He should be proud of himself. very good attitude Now rest is over!”

“Whew… Yeah? I beg your pardon?”

Yayulseong widened his eyes at the unbelievable words that followed right after the compliment.

“what? why?”

“No, I’m just taking a break…”

“What are you talking about? Who said that?”

“….”

“The break is exactly an hour. Didn’t you see everyone taking a break?”

“…”

“Praise is praise and training should be done according to the plan. wake up! It is the start of the next training session.”

Behind Chongwu, who spoke coldly, the masters, who had rested for a while and regained their energy, lined up.

Ah…

that’s it.

So, as soon as everyone declared a break, it spread.

To rest a little bit more somehow…

Yayul-seong realized that.

How stupid it is to hold on proudly.

“Next is the ridge line! Today, I specially run to Jaso Palace! Everyone equipped with sandbags!”

In response to Chungwoo’s cry, the masters tied sandbags to each ankle, one at a time, so heavy that they seemed unable to move even at a glance.

“There, the admirable newcomer follows at the end of the ranks!”

“….”

Chung-woo, who determined the position of Yayul-seong with a powerful voice, stood at the head of the group.

“entire! run!”

“oh!”

“gat!”

Doo doo doo doo.

Led by Chung Woo, the masters of the Oryong Palace began to run as a group.

Again, I couldn’t use it.

It was because the aftermath of San Gong Hyang was still there.

Yayulseong ran after them panting with his tongue sticking out like a dog.

Shit… shaman… hell pig… On the day my shaman is stained with blood

,

I must

cut off your head and die .

Wearing an iron ball, wearing a mabo training sandbag, and walking along the ridge to Jaso Palace.

To make matters worse, after the hard training, the only thing that came out for breakfast was the time to figure out whether it was cheonsanseolcho or something.

They said it was delicious, so I ate it just in case, but it tasted nothing more than grass.

Aren’t all these puppies actually rabbit puppies?

I heard that shaman masters enjoy meat and alcohol… but

the rumors were wrong.

Yayul-seong, who couldn’t even eat all the grass because it didn’t suit his mouth, started training in the morning in a hungry state.

And I realized at once that the arduous morning training was a joke.

I had to climb the cliff with only my fingers with a steel ball, and I had to swing a wooden sword until the sky looked yellow.

I counted up to 5,000 times, but I couldn’t remember after that.

Yulseong screamed inwardly.

What do you mean by the door of salvation?

What is the silent gate in the mountains?

This place is just hell.

A hell run by pigs and rabbits!

By the time the morning training, which seemed to last forever, was over, Ye Yul-seong’s eyes were burning with miasma instead of Seonggi.

great pups.

To make you harbor such ill feelings in only half a day.

In my heart, I wanted to immediately lift the eight gate ban system and cut the lifeline of that pig and the guru with a ink dragon.

But…

fast, fast.

Ye Yul-seong, who was once again caught up in the future of that bastard, showed extreme patience as he gritted his teeth.

“Morning physical training is over!”

“Oh, thank you for your hard work today, Sasook!”

“OK.”

Similar to the early morning training, the guru was scattered all over the place.

“Guys. I will tell you my good news.”

“…?”

At Chungwoo’s words, everyone raised their heads in exhaustion.

“In commemoration of the arrival of the newcomer, the brother-in-law canceled the afternoon examination training and asked us to hold a banquet at Chungheoam.”

“Oh oh!”

The guru who were tired of training glared at the eyes and gurgled their saliva.

growl

Ye Yul-seong’s eyes also lit up with anticipation at the cry of hunger that burst from his stomach.

A banquet?

Surely these guys won’t eat grass again?

It won’t be.

It will never be.

Speaking of banquets, at least alcohol and meat!

Cancer must be meat!

“So the food is ready! Everyone move to Chungheoam!”

“yes! Sasuk!”

Ya Yul-seong got up from extreme fatigue and hunger and joined the ranks of the masters.

Even if he was the best man in the world and a sea of shaman blood, now he was nothing more than a ghost in the hell called Ohryonggung.

It wasn’t a crowd.

Shouldn’t we plan for the future by appeasing hunger first?

But…

“Hey! Not standing in line? It’s been a while since I’ve come back like this, and I see that the restaurant discipline has been ruined. there! Who wants to cut in line!”

“….”

What does this mean?

A woman wearing an apron was holding a ladle over her shoulder and was bathing with Domun’s disciples.

Let’s see the stars, so now it bothers me even the kitchen.

no let’s wait

There’s nothing good about noticing yet.

Yayulseong repeated it in his mind countless times and engraved it intolerably.

and how long has it been

I was wondering if it was finally his turn to serve food…

“Hey! What are you? It’s not your turn yet. Go back.”

“…”

As the dipper tapped his chest, his intermittent patience snapped at the same time.

“…dare you on the subject of scalding the kitchen.”

The moment he uttered it softly, a chilly silence flowed across Chungheoam.

Starting with Chung-woo, who opened her mouth with narrow eyes wide open, the rest of the masters were frozen one by one in a similar manner…

What is this?

What’s wrong with everyone?

I didn’t mean to say it out of my mouth, but even if I did, everyone would look at me with such a shocked expression

…

“Gagging!”

“You dare to cross the line without even knowing that you are the one who cooks for you, a disciple you have never heard of!”

“….”

“Kitchen? What about the kitchen? Well done, these twin bastards. Let’s see where the kitchen burns today!”

With a thick curse, something flew swiftly through the air before he had time to come to his senses.

Carrots, green onions, potatoes…

“Die, you bastard! die!”

puck! Quick! Puck puck puck!

About half an hour after that.

Ya Yul-seong was not able to eat even grass, let alone rice, and had to be beaten to death.

With the name of mu, tax-free memorization.

But something was strange.

Somehow, no one stopped me…

Why is that?

Why do you look away with an expression that you’ll be fucked if you get involved like that?

This crazy woman… what the hell is this kitchen?