The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Chapter 111

Episode 111

After leaving Sangcheong Palace, Jinmu followed Sangcheon’s guide to Baekungak.

Unlike the shaman’s patriarchs who were enshrined in a small secret tomb, Cheongseong built Baekungak and used it as a shrine.

It was a three-story hall, which was a waste of use as a shrine, but it was so well maintained that the pillars were shiny enough to shine.

“The Jinmu dojo is served inside.”

“yes.”

According to Jang Mun-in’s order, Sang-woo, who arrived first and prepared for the ceremony, greeted Jinmu in front of the Baekungak Gate.

“Then I’ll wait outside.”

Sangcheon withdrew, and Jinmu followed Sangwoo and opened the door to Baegungak and entered.

It’s huge.

I thought it was divided into three floors, but when I went inside, there was a hole from the floor to the ceiling.

Numerous mortuary tablets were hung on the windowless wall, and tables with large mortuary tablets were placed in a row in front of the wooden statue of the Three Heavenly Fathers.

“The things on the wall belong to the Taoists who have revealed their hearing.”

oh that’s awesome

Seeing that there was not a speck of dust on thousands of mortuary tablets, it must have been cleaned every day.

Wicked guru who abuses his disciples to honor the dead ghosts.

“This is the mortuary tablet for the elders of the same generation as the successive patriarchs of Cheongseong.”

Sang-woo urged Jimmoo to come forward as Jinmu stopped on the spot and opened his mouth.

this is great too

Compared to other ancestral tablets, it is particularly large and huge.

Zhang Ling (張陵), the first master,

As with other masters, everyone calls the first master the founder of Central Plain Taoism, but there was nothing certain about it, just their claim.

Does it matter who created it? The strongest man of the time is the best.

Jinmu started bowing politely, starting with Jangneung’s ancestral tablet.

Why is his achievements so many and his history so long?

Anyone can see that the investigations of Cheongseong established Moorim.

The mortuary tablets were connected endlessly, drawing a circle inside the Baekungak Pavilion.

Oh did you say you’re doing it for nothing?

Did he start this crazy act without even raising a handful of stamina in order to be unnecessarily polite?

It felt like my back was about to break.

This isn’t even 3,000 times what Buddhism says...

Huh?

After bowing, Jinmu sat down to rest for a while and stared blankly at the floor.

A hole the size of a finger pierced under the table where the ancestral tablet was enshrined.

what?

Jinmu awoke his drowsy mind at the sudden strangeness and looked down at the other ancestral tablets.

There was no

I didn’t see such a hole anywhere else.

Jinmu carefully inspected the hole.

It is too artificial to say that some of the knots of the tree used as the floor have fallen off.

It’s too subtle to be a mistake. Even the location is exactly below the mortuary tablet, as if intended.

Jinmu looked at the ancestral tablet again.

The wise man of the 26th generation, the wise man of Pungcheon.

It was the name written on the tablet.

And under it, as elsewhere, his achievements were written.

However, the last sentence draws attention.

The thick forest caught fire and the trees disappeared. How pitiful is this, as it means that the midfield Muhak has become smaller, as if it had feet under a hat?

At first glance, the phrase seemed like a poem, but it had nothing to do with his achievements.

what is it If it’s a wise man, it’s four generations ago from the current Jangmunin. So a hundred years ago...

Huh? Wait, a hundred years ago, wasn’t it the time when the second half of Yang-Yi Heart Gong was split into four?

“How are you?”

Sang-woo approached and asked curiously, seeing Jinmu standing tall in front of one of the mortuary tablets and looking like he was deep in thought.

“That’s that phrase...”

Jinmu muttered, and Sang-woo’s eyes flashed in an instant.

When Jinmu turned his head and looked at Sang-woo and made a puzzled expression, Sang-woo quickly erased his expression.

“Is there anything wrong with the words the investigator left?”

“...”

There is no problem.

Whatever you write, it doesn’t matter. But it bothers me that it was a hundred years ago.

Isn’t it too timely to laugh it off?

“Now hurry up. I will be late for dinner at this rate.”

“Ah...yes.”

At Sang-woo’s urging, Jinmu followed suit and bowed to the rest of the tablets.

After bowing to all the mortuary tablets, Jinmu’s body was drenched in sweat.

It had been so long since I had done this kind of physical training (?) that my legs were shaking.

“Then, it’s almost dinnertime and this place has to close too, so please go back now.”

“yes?”

“It is past time to raise my hand.”

Was there a set time?

Jinmu pondered for a moment.

The writing was also written, but the hole under the mortuary tablet was on my nerves and I couldn’t stand it.

“Enough then.”

Sang-woo chased Jinmu out of Baekungak and locked the door.

“I hope you have a good time in Cheongseong.”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“Eat yourself. Because my head is complicated.”

“why? Who is bothering you?”

“...”

“Shall I scold you?”

by skill? Or by force?

In this case, it was best to ignore it altogether.

“Mistress, stop making such a pooping face and talk coolly.”

Damn, what a woman talking.

Jinmu spit it out quietly as if it were going to be as it was during the shooting ceremony.

“The thick forest caught fire and the trees disappeared. This means that the midfield Muhak has become smaller, as if it had feet under a hat. How unfortunate is this?”

“...”

Jinmu mumbled, and Dang Se-ryeong looked at him intently.

“What bullshit?”

what do i want from you

It was foolish to expect even a little.

“It’s okay.”

When Jinmu sighed again and closed his mouth, did he feel a little sorry?

Dang Se-ryeong seemed to be thinking about it for a while before saying.

“Where was it written?”

“Before investigation.”

“Hmm yes? I wouldn’t have left it without thinking.”

Dang Se-ryeong poured a little alcohol on the table and started moving it around with her fingers.

“uh?”

“why?”

“Isn’t this a paja?”

“Paja?”

“uh.”

Paja was like a password used to hide the original meaning by breaking letters.

For example, the character 問 is used as if some people say that there is a mouth in front of the door, so they cannot avoid being beggars.

Of course, it can mean different things depending on who interprets it.

Pajara Pajara... Let’s see.

“The forest caught fire and the trees disappeared. It’s like having a foot under a hat. If the trees disappear in the thick forest and the fire catches fire, there will be nothing.... With feet under the hat, holes (穴)? But what does it mean to be smaller? Aren’t you a paja?”

uh?

Jinmu’s eyes widened and his mind began to spin.

bloodless?

Palace bloodless and clean?

He said it was clear. The guy who attacked Baekjiajang said he had to go to Cheongseong with bloodless swords.

And the writings left on the ancestral tablet are the bloodless paja and the hole.

I see

Perhaps bloodlessness is not the key to unlocking the hidden secrets of Cheongseong.

Hundred years ago, the wise man, the long gate of the time when Yang’s heart was divided.

What if there is a hole drilled into the bloodless body that the writing he left seems to point to so that something can be inserted underneath it?

Could it be that Sheep Heart Gong?

Jinmu jumped up.

“uh? why?”

When Dang Se-ryeong abruptly got up, Jinmu hugged her tightly with an expression full of joy.

“...!”

“you really!”

“...?”

“It’s a real cow! I caught mice twice on my back steps!”

Like the last key story, I wondered what the hell was going on, but the power of Jinmu hugged Dang Se-ryeong’s face with a red flush.

“Was it helpful?”

“okay! very!”

“I’m glad. let go I’m out of breath.”

“...ah! sorry.”

Jinmu finally realized his mistake and let go of Dang Se-ryeong, but the excitement on his face did not go away.

I never thought it would be solved this easily.

Heaven help. Doesn’t everything fit together?

Meeting Dang Se-ryeong was truly a blessing from God.

“Do you want a drink?”

“no! There is something I need to check right now.”

“check?”

“Yes. Right now!”

“...what the hell!”

Dang Se-ryeong exclaimed with an expression that something was wrong.

“If you want more, go first.”

“Go with me!”

Jinmu quickly approached the inn door, and Dang Se-ryeong hurriedly followed.

“uh?”

Jinmu is standing in front of the door, not going out.

“Go in!”

Quadruped!

Jinmu shouted and threw his body at the same time, and a white flash broke through the door and came in.