The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Chapter 321

Episode 321

After Yang So-bang hurriedly gave up and left.

“Cheongmu....”

“....”

Ungong still can’t take his eyes off Jinmu’s face and sheds tears.

You still can’t escape the longing.

It may be natural. Because he said he cut the head of Qingmu himself. And because of that, he was a person who suffered the karma of disappearing knights and lived in Jangseogak for the rest of his life.

Still, this is a bit risky.

He is mistaking the martial arts shown by Jinmu for Cheongmu.

This is because at that age, even a small psychological shock can reach a point where it cannot be undone.

Especially if you don’t even have martial arts...?

“Hwangsin!”

“yes?”

“Take Ungong to Jeongdonggung and come.”

“....”

“Go and tell Brother Jinso that I asked for it, and ask him to take care of old man Ungong.”

“All right.”

As soon as the answer was finished, the scene of Hwangsin flying towards Jeongdonggung with his cloud on his back completely disappeared, and the noisy atmosphere calmed down again.

Jinmu gazed at Myeongjin calmly. It was because of the ‘things to do’ that I told Yang Firefighter earlier.

yeah let’s hurry up

Because there shouldn’t be any hesitation in leaving. I don’t know when I’ll come back to the shaman again.

“Do you trust me, Master?”

“...huh? What are you talking about out of the blue? If I don’t trust you, who do I trust?”

Jinmu smiled at Myungjin’s words.

Well... it always has been.

“You must trust me to the end.”

“...?”

Myungjin tilted his head with a puzzled look on his face, but Jinmu lightly flicked his hand.

“...!”

Myung-jin, whose body has stiffened for a moment, opens her eyes wide and looks at Jin-mu.

It was a natural reaction since he subdued not only the blood but also the blood.

“Maybe it will be even more painful than then.”

“...!”

Myeong-jin’s pupils, who do not know the English language, tremble slightly.

Jinmu carried Myungjin into the room and made her sit down, then sat behind him and reached out to Myeongmun.

Master Myeongjin.

Mu-in who became a disabled person because of himself and recovered because of himself.

Perhaps because of the ironic connection, I always felt indebted to him whenever I met him.

In the past, he was a spirited shaman’s guru, and after he came back to life, he was a vault boy who controlled his actions.

However, a person who always believes in himself and fights for himself, and from some point on, he has become a teacher who sincerely serves him.

Woo woo woo.

The subtle energy from Jinmu’s hand seeps into Myungjin’s body.

The energy that flows along the thick stem of Imdokmaek reaches the danteon, examines it, and spreads to the veins throughout the body.

Myung-jin’s recovered energy is Hyeon-gi.

Even so, it must be a great thing to say that a person who had been bedridden for nearly fifteen years recovered in three years.

But that’s it. It will be difficult to make further progress.

Fortunately, the veins were not damaged, but the morale accumulated in the veins was blocking the flow of energy.

Furthermore, since the broken bones have not been able to find their place and have hardened together with the muscles...

A pity rises on Jinmu’s face.

Damn you. No matter how much I thought I was going to die at the time, I had to do it while looking at people. How did you make it this far?

Jinmu, who took a close look at his master’s body, regretted the past for the first time and rebuked himself.

But that too is in the past. Even now, I will bring him back to his original form.

First of all, the bones...

Ppoudeuk Poodle!

The energy of Jinmu, which had entered into it vigorously, twisted the hardened bones and began to move them back to their place.

“Turn it off...!”

He couldn’t scream because his blood was clogged, but the tendons protruding from all over his body and his bloodshot eyes were more than enough to represent the pain.

It’s a start, Master.

Don’t lose your mind here.

Jinmu, who felt his heart tingle for a moment at the sight of the teacher complaining of pain with his whole body, soon gathered his mind and concentrated.

Premature sympathy is forbidden. It was something that Myeong-jin might be in danger if his mind was disturbed.

Pudeudeuk. Tutuk!

“Turn... uh... uh.”

Despite suppressing the blood, Myung-jin’s moaning grew stronger and their bodies were drenched with sweat side by side.

By the time the osteotomy started at the waist and passed through the body to the arms and legs, Myung-jin spouts crab foam and turns his eyes white.

Jinmu tore the blood vessel from the inside and cut it in order not to lose his master.

just a little bit more

Pudeuk! chin!

it hurts it will be painful

However, blood flow can be restored over time.

He was a person who was beyond his will in the first place. Since he even received help from Young Dan, it wouldn’t be difficult to look up to him.

“All right. Now...”

After finishing all the work, Jinmu faces Myungjin and smiles brightly.

Was it because of gratitude?

Or was it because he was able to regain his former strength again?

Hot tears flowed endlessly from Myungjin’s eyes.

“You worked hard. Take a deep breath.”

Jinmu pointed out Myungjin’s blood transfusion and hugged the collapsing Myungjin, laid her down neatly and covered her with a blanket.

Even mothers who gave birth to their children... Anyway, it’s not good when the cold wind blows.

Knock knock!

Jinmu, who caught a glimpse of Myungjin sleeping peacefully, left the room without a sound.

“God!”

“Su... Master Jinmu!”

“....”

Hwangshin and Sodongbo look at Jinmu with worried eyes, and Gakchul arbitrarily adds the word “nim” to the name and looks back.

But what about these kids?

How is it that he is protecting Cho-ok while maintaining a triangular formation... Could it be that he stood guard all night?

“Are you okay?”

Jinmu frowned at So Dongbo’s question as he approached.

“Speak small. It rings.”

“sorry.”

“Dongbo.”

“yes?”

“Light a fire in the furnace. Master, it’s okay if you’re cold.”

“...All right.”

“God, go and bring some long men.”

“yes!”

At Jinmu’s command, So Dong-bo threw himself into the kitchen and Hwang-sin into Jaso-gung respectively.

“...”

“...what why?”

When there is no word after a long time, Gakchul twists his body like a puppy that is afraid to poop.

Those eyes are definitely... like asking me to do something?

“Kakchul, you are...” When

Jinmu called his name with a confused expression, Kakchul only then flowered... No, a puppy called by its owner makes a happy expression as if wagging its tail.

I guess I was expecting you to do something.

“...Hold on. I worked hard all night and my socks hurt.”

“yes!”

Gakchul did his best to start the massage.

Is it because you learned to stick? It’s pretty cool to have good grip strength. can use it often

* * *

“Ummm....”

How much time has passed?

Feeling the heat on the floor, Myung-jin slowly opened his eyes and found Myeong-hyeon sitting next to him smiling.

“...A man of longevity?”

“Are you awake now?”

“...What about Jinmu?”

“He left. I was told to say hello instead. Saying you might catch it.”

“....”

“Hehe, you really did have a disciple. I fell off the cliff to get my teacher’s herbs, and it wasn’t enough that I even broke the taboo and restored you.

“...”

Myung-jin wakes up while rolling over the blanket and examines her body.

As the inner energy accumulated in the danjeon moved like a sea, a vivid energy arose and flowed through his bloodstream.

“He asked me to look after you. I won’t let you get out of the cold air for a while.”

“...”

“That would be nice. You really did have a good disciple.”

At Myeong-hyeon’s mischievous words, Myeong-jin smiled with emotion.

“Oh. It was really well put. Indeed...”

“Heh heh yes. But where are you going? I was in a hurry.”

“...”

Myung-jin shuts up at Myeong-hyeon’s question.

I couldn’t say that I had gone to the temple. If he found out, he might go mad and send his disciples right away... Jinmu wouldn’t want that.

“huh? Don’t you know?”

“...no amount of money.”

“To think that he didn’t even tell his teacher where he was going... Anyway, he’s an indifferent guy, heh heh heh.”

Myung-jin felt frustrated at Myeong-hyeon’s laughter, and had no other choice but to think about Do-ho.

He also believed in Jinmu.

As always, this time, after standing at the top of the Demonic Cult, I will smile and come and talk to you.

Doho, saying that he has returned to rest...

“Muryang Subul...”,

was filled with the teacher’s heartfelt wish for his disciple to return safely.