The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 500 (End of the main story)

After the war ended, Jinmu had nothing to do.

Leaving everyone to take care of the probation, he returned to the shaman.

I need to rest because my body is so tired.

* * *

Tak-tak-tak.

sound of slicing.

Sizzle.

The sound of pieces of meat being cooked, extracting fat.

The long-awaited, exciting sound of cooking filled Chungheoam Rock on Mt. Wudang.

Dang Se-ryeong, wearing an apron, went to Myeongjin to fry the meat for the second time.

Jinmu sat on the foundation stone of the hermitage and stared blankly at it with his back leaning against the pillar.

Come to think of it, I’ve done all of that before.

Chungwoo did not help and just ate greedily by the side.

It’s the same now.

Jinmu stopped glancing at Chungwoo as if he was pathetic and smiled.

Fortunately, he eats it. It’s so greasy in your mouth. Damn you pig.

Enjoying the long-awaited leisure, Jinmu looked at the people gathered at Chungheoam one by one.

As the hidden story of the Cheongmu investigation was revealed, Woon-gong escaped from Jangseo-gak and occupied the position of the head of the Senate.

After the war ended, the elders of the former shamans, including Myeong-hyeon, a long-time master who gave up his position as a master official and became an old man in the back room, and a master craftsman with a twist.

After that, Jinmyeong, who became a great scholar, and Jinmu’s brother-in-law, who became the owner of each palace.

And the disciples of Cheongja Bae, who were promoted from Ewha University to the first rank…

Why are all these bastards flocking to Chungheoam?

Even if it’s wider than before.

If you want to have a party, you have to do it in the widest Jasogung or Yeonmujang.

Those who return to rest will feel uncomfortable.

Jinmu frowned in annoyance, but Cheongsang filled the glass next to Jinmu and served the grilled meat on a plate.

“Would you like to eat overnight?”

“….”

I wished that this damn bastard was a shaman.

Now, alcohol and meat are very much a life.

Are you still a shaman sword?

But the hands and mouth were honest.

Jinmu poured the alcohol into his mouth and began to eat the meat.

“…it’s as if a storm has passed.”

“storm?”

“yes. Hasn’t a lot of things passed since you took care of Sasuk? It’s been less than five years since Sasook took the name.”

“…”

“Come to think of it, it’s really great.”

“what?”

“It’s like you’re living your life twice.”

“huh? what?”

How does this kid do it?

Jinmu turned his head and looked for Chun Woo-myeong.

There’s no way he… would have said that.

Jinmu shook his head at the sight of Chun Woo-myeong eating meat voraciously with a big smile next to Chung-woo.

In the meantime, Myeong-hyeon gives him a drink and he eats it happily.

Hey, but aren’t you a bit harsh?

No matter how past it is, how can you pretend to be friendly without feeling any sense of incongruity?

After helping to destroy the shaman with me…

While Jinmu opened his eyes and cried out, Cheongsang continued with a dreamy expression.

“In such a short time, a person who did not know martial arts had not even realized the realm of the river, so he rose to the position of the best man in the world before anyone knew it, right?”

“….”

That short time?

At Cheongsang’s words, Jinmu slightly opened his mouth as if he was absurd.

This kid is really funny.

I’m going on the road I’ve already been on, but I’m on the road for the first time, but I’ve already reached the top of the castle.

You man, that’s a bad habit.

That’s cheating other people.

“Something is missing.”

“Is it empty?”

“yes.”

“what?”

“Even though he was defeated by the ignorant Sasook, wasn’t he a really great enemy?”

“….”

“Something suddenly seemed so peaceful… Should I say that I lost my sense of purpose?”

Jinmu looked at Cheongsang blankly and lightly flicked his hand.

Aww!

“Awesome!”

When Cheongsang frowned and puffed out his cheeks, Jinmu snorted.

“Hey. Is that what the Shaman Swordsman would say?”

“yes?”

“Do you think that will continue?”

“…?”

Those who look at Jinmu.

Cheon Woo-myeong of Sapaecheon, Neungseo-hyeon of the Demonic Cult, and the disciples of a shaman belonging to the Jeongmu-maeng.

“Right now, everyone seems friendly, but as time goes on, they split up quickly.”

“….”

“And they will definitely fight. It’s divided into Jeongsama again. Another strange guy will appear and make a fuss.”

“…”

“That’s what Murim is like.”

“What is it?”

“The Yangtze River continues to flow and the waves are always new.”

“…”

Jinmu smiled while looking at Cheongsang.

“That’s why this floor is so interesting. It always seems repetitive, yet new.”

“….”

The young man who pondered the meaning of the words nodded.

“…I must prepare.”

“okay. You always have to be prepared. Even if the rapids come, you have to keep trying to be strong in order not to be swept away.”

“yes.”

Cheongsang, who was nodding his head, looked at Jinmu and asked if he had suddenly thought of it.

“Then, Sasuk, are you going to take in Gongja Wu as an official disciple and teach him?”

“huh? who?”

“yes?”

“ah!”

I had forgotten about it because it was so insignificant.

his first disciple.

Jinmu, who had left it at the shaman before going to war…

suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly found Wooyangjin.

After turning his head a few times, he saw Woo Yang-jin waiting next to Myeong-jin.

Judging from how close they became, it seemed that after Jinmu left them at the shaman, they took care of Myeongjin with Dang Se-ryeong.

Perhaps, since Myeong-jin was his teacher, he thought that he was a social founder and enshrined him.

That guy is also a very consistent guy.

Because I always do what I have to do in my place in silence.

“Well…”

“…”

“You teach me.”

“yes? me?”

When Jinmu nodded and filled Cheongsang’s glass, Cheongsang stared blankly at him and brought the glass to his mouth.

“Hmm, I’ll see.”

“okay.”

With a satisfied expression, Jinmu lifted the bottle and brought it to his mouth.

* * *

The noisy party at Chungheoam continued until the end of the day.

Even after the shamans left, Jinmu, who had been sitting in the yard of Chungheoam, suddenly remembered Cheongsang’s words.

Something is missing…

I heard it and it is.

Jeongmu-maeng Sapaecheon Demonic Cult.

The first place in the world that could not be achieved in the past.

You have accomplished so much in a short amount of time.

Had I known this was going to happen, would I have taken my time and slowly eaten it one by one over the course of my life?

After the great arch lord was trampled to death, there are no enemies to call.

“Whew…”

What should I do now?

Shall we go around looking for the herb of immortality after polishing the memory of Chun Woo-myeong?

Then Master won’t die…

No, no.

It is best for people to live according to their name.

When you think about it, it was very strange.

To think that the sapaecheonju, Hyeokryeonmoo-gang, who has lived meanly all his life, returns to the place he destroyed and becomes a shaman and is treated as a hero of saving the country.

The beginning was the herb of immortality, but in the process there was the heart hole of conscience.

If Taegeuk had not been achieved, neither Bukri Docheon nor Daegungju would have been able to do anything.

Isn’t that a strange martial art?

As if someone had just decided that I should learn it.

Come to think of it, how are those fresh guys at that time?

Those damn fresh people I met in my fading spirit when I first achieved Taegeuk.

How welcoming… Huh?

Wait

…

Chun Woo-myeong, who was standing by him, as well as Hwangsin and Gakchul turned their heads and looked at him.

look at this

Now that I see it, there’s still work left to do.

At that time, I definitely met fresh guys.

It was a sound that existed somewhere.

At the time of the storm, it was vaguely regarded as death, but perhaps it was a new world that was not death.

I suddenly felt better.

Yes, it must be stronger than you can imagine.

No matter how great I am, I can never win.

“Quack.”

As Jinmu laughed eeriely, those around him touched his forearms as if goosebumps had risen.

“okay. I had to do that.”

“…”

Everyone tilted their heads at the incomprehensible sound, but Jinmu suddenly turned his head away.

“uh? why?”

The emperor, who met his eyes, rolled his eyes here and there as if he was anxious.

“Go to Hwangsin and find all the records of immortals.”

“…yes? What is it? Would you like to read a book?”

“no!”

“…”

“Since we have put Murim under our feet… Now we take over the Taoist world.”

“…”

Everyone, including Hwangshin, opened their mouths as they clenched their fists.

“Haha, our God is bored. You said it earlier.”

“….”

No matter how much you think about it, it doesn’t make sense. Jinmu frowned as Hwangshin scratched his head and smiled.

“Ah haha… are you serious?”

“of course.”

“…that… don’t you have to take the top line to go to the Taoist world?”

“I have to.”

“…”

Now that this Gaecheonju has a pierced mouth.

Even if there is nothing to do, shouldn’t it be crazy?

“Lord.”

“huh?”

“I’m not going with you, are you?”

“…”

Jinmu grinned at Hwangshin’s question as he looked at Gakchul and Neungseohyeon Cheon Woo-myeong, who were making the same expression.

What would you like to say these babies?

“Of course we are together. Aren’t you excited? Not the end, but a new beginning?”

“…”

Excited? A new beginning?

Such a crazy gaecheonju…

top line? preface?

Climbing (登) freshness line (仙).

It literally means ascending to the level of immortals… but how is it different from the story of dying?

Do it and die now?

There’s a certain amount of stupidity… When

everyone’s faces were distorted, Jinmu’s eyes sank deeply.

“What are those rotten faces? Don’t you like it?”

“…”

I looked closely.

That grin as he clenched his wrists and wringed his fists, those goddamn fangs.

Fuck…

“Ah ha ha ha ha.”

Everyone smiled awkwardly and averted their gaze.

“Now, move quickly!”

It’s not easy to find a way to rise to the top without dying.

Cheek.

Wait, damn fresh bastards.

I’m coming.

Having a new goal always made Jinmu happy.

Of course, that was one of the fun things.

* * *

Whoa.

The battlefield of Hebei, where the war swept away.

In the place where night came, unrecovered corpses were rotting away with demonic energy, and the indelible smell of blood was blowing in the wind.

Jerk, Jeop, Jeop.

Two people appeared in a deserted place.

A boy with a cold impression and an old man with empty sleeves blowing in the wind.

“Is this here?”

“yes.”

“It was miserable.”

“….”

“How do you show it to me?”

“It’s to remember the grudge.”

“It’s a grudge…”

The boy smiled lightly at the old man’s words.

“Will I have any of that?”

“…He was the father of the Sogoong-nim.”

“Abira.”

The boy laughed again.

“Did he deserve the name Abbi?”

“…”

“I don’t have a father, brother, or mother in my memory. There is only an old man mad with a lust for power and a monster that sucked in people’s spirits.”

The boy’s words spread calmly across the desolate plain.

“But… I want to try.”

“…?”

“Are you saying it’s a shaman sword?”

“That’s right.”

The old man’s eyes shone fiercely at the boy’s words.

“He is a great person. To think that a person has the martial arts of immortals.”

“yes. That’s great.”

“I’m thinking of going for it.”

“yes? Where are you talking about?”

“shaman. They say they are always recruiting students there.”

“Are you sure you want to become a shaman’s master?”

“yes. I know what you want from me You know better than one that it’s an empty dream that can’t come true. I just want to discuss gender with the person who is said to be the strongest in the world.”

“….”

“With your help, I have already learned the Mukryonghonwongong left in Hwasan Geumryonghyeop.”

“….”

“Now, if you only get the martial arts of a shaman, wouldn’t you be able to fight against him?”

The boy grinned cruelly, showing white teeth.

“You have to enter the tiger’s den to catch a tiger. And…”

“…?”

The silent boy turned his head and looked at the old man.

The old man’s eyes suddenly widened as if they were about to tear.

“This is… crazy… shut up.”

As soon as the boy squeezed his wrists tightly, the old man’s complexion turned pale as his energy disappeared like a torrent.

spam.

Eventually, when the boy’s hand fell, the old man’s neck was not attached to his body.

The boy closed his eyes and spoke softly to the head lying on the floor.

“Who would be surprised if one was added to all these corpses?”

and left the place.

As always, the place where the previous wave of the Yangtze River passed is filled by the following wave, and Moorim flows in a new direction again.

While repeating that someone becomes a villain and disturbs the world, and someone becomes another guild and protects it.

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