The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Chapter 468

Episode 468 The dance

of Jinmu and Cheongsang was talked about by everyone living in Wudang Mountain all day long.

Whatever the story, the conclusion was one.

This is why everyone is doing our job.

And after two days, strange phenomena began to appear one after another in the shaman group.

“Please train me!”

It was before sunrise.

The first chicken didn’t even flinch, and the surroundings were dim enough that you could barely make out things.

At that early hour, the second and third generations of Oryong Palace filled the vacant lot of Chungheoam.

Even disciples from other palaces snooped around and formed a line, so there really was no separate Dottegi Market.

“Why on earth are you skipping the wake-up drill? Didn’t you skip yesterday as well?”

“That’s right. I stayed up all night waiting for the morning.”

“Hit me! No, I will try harder not to get hit!”

The disciples knelt on the bare floor and begged Cho-ok in one voice.

“I finally realized the high meaning. He intended to set us on trial to see if we could overcome them and to cover the boulders.”

“Now I know the deep meaning of pushing myself to the limit and realizing it myself. So please!”

Shouts that interpreted Jinmu’s true intentions arbitrarily came from everywhere.

Thinking of before the non-mu, there was no skit like this, but on the other hand, it was natural.

Everyone present that day saw and heard it.

The blue seongi that hung thickly on the top of Wudang Mountain.

And all of the masters, the elders, and all the great disciples said the same thing.

It is said that the blue statue, driven to the limit, attained enlightenment and became a river.

This came as a huge shock to both the second generation and the third generation.

I didn’t understand at first.

Even Neung Seo-hyeon, an expert in dislocation, exposing a swearing emperor’s bone.

Why on earth would they inflict such unreasonable pain on themselves?

But now everyone realizes.

It was called Gojingamrae (苦盡甘來).

You can’t have sweetness without pain.

Later, I heard that Cheongsang and Cheongwu had been following each other for three years.

No, not at all. It’s only three years.

How could Cheongsang taste the joy of the river, the supreme state, in such a short time?

Isn’t it all the result of persevering through that hellish training?

However, let’s assume that it happened because Cheongsang was originally talented anyway.

More importantly, it is clean.

He, who was the most dull and lacking among the two great disciples, reached the limit of his burns in three years and became a skill that could stand shoulder to shoulder with some of the first great disciples.

Chung-woo, who fell more than anyone else. The self-proclaimed stupid idiot Cheongwoo.

It was a really painful mistake.

I should have endured it somehow for three years or even a year, but I couldn’t bear it for a month.

How ignorant he was because he was busy pouring out complaints without understanding the deep meaning of Jinmu. How much patience was lacking.

They reflected and reflected again.

That’s why they gathered at this puppet dawn.

To apologize deeply and to beg him to train again.

However, no matter how much he shouted, there was no answer from Chook in Chungheoam.

Only Dang Se-ryeong was looking at them with a pitiful expression.

“...”

I was so full of energy that I couldn’t even speak.

The current situation was an unbearable interruption to her, who was the first to wake up and prepare breakfast for Myeongjin after living in Chungheoam.

“Haha, what the hell are these things doing...”

Now I have to cook.

The bastards pushed into their territory and set up camp, so I couldn’t even cut the meat to stir-fry, and I barely cut carrots.

“Give us a trial like a cheong-sang or a cheong-woo!”

“I will gladly accept the rod of love.”

“...”

Especially, the petition of Chung-Woo Cheong-Sang and his classmates Dae-Lee.

To Dang Se-ryeong, their appearance looked very pitiful.

Even if you don’t have eyes to see, it’s an oil fountain resin.

Is it because everyone is still young?

After training, everyone seemed to know how to become like a cheong-sang or a cheong-woo.

It seems like you guys don’t know, but they’re just geniuses.

Of course, Chung-woo... is a genius in a different sense than Cheong-sang.

Body genius, not perseverance genius.

Of course, there were teachings from Jinmu, but the effort made by natural honesty made Cheongwoo what it is today.

But only you

Something weak enough to make me cry after not being able to last a month interferes with my most important morning preparation?

“Please train me!”

Dang Se-ryeong clicked his tongue at the sight of them shouting

“....” earnestly again.

It would have been futile to have to reflect and cry out for a hundred days.

This is because Myeongjin, Jinmu and the rest are not in Chungheoam.

Long before they arrived, they set off for Jaso Palace to meet Jang Moon-in.

It was probably because he wanted to leave.

And, as always, he must be thinking of isolating himself.

But it doesn’t matter.

Whether Jinmu goes or not, he planned to stay in the shaman from now on.

With Hwangsin by his side, there was nothing he couldn’t find if he wanted to find Jinmu, and most of all, his goal now was Myeongjin.

If the last month was all about complaints about Jinmu, what was pouring out after the fight with Cheongsang was endless praise.

Moreover, the atmosphere has spread all over the place, and isn’t it that a craze for training that is incomparable to that of the past is blowing on Mt. Wudang?

“As I said, please announce this guy as a shaman.”

“...Huh, I get it.”

Myunghyun reluctantly nodded.

I’ve already seen it, what more can I say?

He also knew how futile it was to confine Jinmu to the name of a shaman.

Isn’t Jinmu already the leader of the Demonic Sect beyond being a disciple of a shaman?

Everyone now acknowledged that keeping him in the shaman was just an ugly greed that he didn’t want to let go.

“And another one.”

“...?”

“I don’t want the shaman to participate in the battle this time.”

“What do you mean? The former Moorim set out to block the palace.”

“So who are you going to send?”

“....”

“Will the elders and the elders step forward? Or are you going to send brother Jin Myung, who will become the next great leader? Or is it only seven great disciples who are called shamans? The shaman, a long master, is still weak.”

“...But...”

“Are you trying to repeat the past?”

“...hmm.”

When Jinmu mentioned the past, everyone let out a silent voice.

The reason why the shaman collapsed by Sapaecheonju and Hyeokryeonmugang was stagnant for so long was because most of the main forces to lead the shaman lost their lives in the war at the time.

The masters who can be said to be great in shamanism now are the elders who are the masters of each palace and seven great disciples called shamans.

Even if you add together the talented students, the number did not exceed 50.

“This is not the end of the tribulation happening in Murim and all over the world. It’s just a piece of history. Please step out this time.”

“...But if we step out, everyone will point fingers.”

“...”

As Myeonghyeon’s face darkened, Jinmu shook his head.

“Who is pointing the finger?”

“what?”

“I’m coming.”

“...?”

“I will participate in the name of Shaman District Prosecutor. It will be the last but...”

“...!”

An insignificant word filled everyone’s hearts with overwhelming emotion.

Although he was only one person, Jinmu’s name was not lacking compared to the shaman or the entire Jeongmu-maeng.

Aren’t you already the best in the world?

That’s why he declared that he would go to war as nothing else but as a shaman’s guru.

“Ah...”

Everyone choked and couldn’t utter a word.

“Cheongsang.”

“Yes, Sasook.”

At Jinmu’s insistence, Cheongsang, wearing a white dragon robe, bowed down politely and replied.

“Baekryongui looks better than me. Just like it was yours.”

“....”

“If you don’t want to disgrace my name and the name of the shaman, you will have to work several times harder than now.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Jinmu nodded his head at Cheongsang’s answer and spoke warmly.

“You must protect the shaman while I am gone.”

“...”

The cheong-sang did not answer and only lowered his head.

It wasn’t completely gone.

As I said while away, I will definitely be back.

However, even though he had been separated several times, Cheongsang was somehow depressed.

“Master.”

Jinmu looked at Myeongjin.

“Are you going to cover it?”

“yes.”

“Eat the breakfast prepared by Dang Sojeo and go.”

“...”

What kind of heinous words could this guy’s teacher say?

One of the reasons I came at dawn was that I wanted to leave early, but more than anything else, I also had the thought of leaving Dang Se-ryeong behind.

If you follow me again, it’s just annoying.

“no. If you stay, you won’t want to leave.”

Jinmu, hiding his true feelings behind a calm expression, shook his head like a knife.

“...well, I got it. Just keep one thing in mind.”

“Tell me.”

“No matter what you look like, and no matter what situation you are in, you are a shaman’s guru and my disciple. Come back and rest anytime. I am always at Chungheoam.”

Jinmu replied with a soft smile at Myungjin’s words.

“Of course.”

After that, Jinmu left the palace.

What followed was Hwangsin, Gakchul, and Neungseohyeon, who claimed to be personal escorts.

“We’re leaving. To the north.”

“yes!”

The heads of the shamans gathered at Jasogung sent off Jinmu, who flew through the air as if stepping on a cloud using the Jeunjong.

Myeong-jin was happy, and Myeong-hyeon and the elders were proud.

And Cheongsang and Cheongwu bowed respectfully with all their heart and soul.

Promising the day we will meet again...