The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 1 People

often compare time and say it is flowing water.

Maybe it’s because it’s so fierce when you see it up close, but you can’t even feel the flow when you see it from a distance.

The world was like that.

At that time, things that shocked the sky and shook the earth were just a part of history after passing.

five years.

Five years have passed since the fierce battle with the palace was over.

The incident soon left the mouths of the people, and each person’s wounds were slowly healed along with weathering memories.

Jinmu, an unspeakable warrior who saved Moorim from the palace beast.

The name that made the whole midfield buzz now only occasionally flowed from the mouths of a few followers.

At least, as word began to circulate that he had risen to the top, even the author’s gossipers were forgetting him.

However, some people still remember those days.

* * *

Jerk off.

Was it just twenty years old?

A young man whose youthful appearance has not completely gone yet climbs Wudang Mountain slowly.

a deserted road.

As if he didn’t like the hustle and bustle, the man chose the rough road out of many roads.

Even if it was a rough road, it was only compared to other roads, but it was moderately gentle up to Haegeomji, the prose of shamans, so I was able to climb without much difficulty.

It was a strange thing.

Even though it was gentle, the slope was not the same every time, and the unevenness of the floor was also different for each person, but his stride was constant as if measured with a ruler.

Is it only

There wasn’t even sweat on my forehead, so it was as if I was walking on flat ground.

It’s been a while since the man walked leisurely as if he was out for a walk.

Finally, a pond halfway up the mountain emerged from among the bushes.

“….”

A strangely cruel murder that brushes his eyes in an instant.

A chilly word flowed from between the man’s red, thin lips as he stared at the nail where the sun had set down warmly for a while.

“The shaman… It’s finally here.”

A twisted joy settled on the man’s face as if he had encountered an old enemy.

Hana Haegeomji was calm.

As always, without a single blue…

A gate in the middle of the mountain that is quiet without any passing guests.

Standing there as if fixed on the spot, engraving the starting point one by one on his retina, he suddenly took out the plaque hanging from his girdle and looked into it.

“Yeolseong, a pregnant woman in Yeokmun County, Yunnan Province.”

The content was simple.

Yayulseong was born in Yeokmun County, Yunnan Province, during his pregnancy.

It was an ordinary hopae that everyone carried when they got older, but it was a very special thing for a man.

It is also true that he wasted five years in remote Yunnan to acquire this small tile.

How hard was it to dissolve his 20 years of life in a place where there was no ointment?

Thanks to this, even people who have lived in Yeokmun-hyeon for a long time now regard him as a native of

Yeokmun-hyeon.

A bitter smile appeared on his lips as he gazed at Hopae, lost in memories.

“Funny. The first ID card I ever had in my life was fake…”

I can’t help but feel ironic.

He now had to hide everything and become wild.

Kyunghong Han.

His real name is now meaningless.

At one time, he was the illegitimate son of Han Mu-hwa, the great palace lord who tried to turn the world upside down.

But what kind of attachment would there be to that name?

Abandoned and neglected, no opportunity was given to him.

I just had to crouch, watch and hold my breath in order to survive.

However, as if there was no law to die forever, the sun shone one day even for him who lived miserably day by day.

Sang Pyeong, who was a friend of his father and a loyal servant, came to him.

They say that the meaning they established has faded.

So, let’s join forces to unite Han again and turn the world upside down.

How can you not know?

In Han Kyung-hong’s view, the change in the correlation was almost the same.

I knew it as soon as I saw it.

Greed for a seat on the top of all people, whether it’s one or the other, that fills his eyes as he discusses the reverse.

The ambition to set yourself up as a scarecrow and rule the world to your heart’s content.

But what could be so difficult?

It was a heaven-sent opportunity, and Han Kyung-hong was able to change his fate by holding his hand.

Knowing that it was an opportunity that would never come again, he was tenacious and trained harder than anyone else.

He did everything and more than Sang Sang-pyeong wanted.

to gain trust.

To use him as a platform for yourself.

Having already tasted failure from a monster named Hanseung, he has been looking for the Mukryonghonwongong, a martial art of the former sapaecheonju Hyeokryeonmugang, that a man named Jinmoo had obtained from Hwasan Geumryonghyeop.

To Yeon-ja…

Like the preface, Muk-ryong was like a suit tailored to Han Gyeong-hong.

I got greedy and my expectations grew.

plural?

Han’s reconstruction?

I didn’t even care about that.

To him who was born as an illegitimate child and abandoned, what were his parents, brothers, and surnames?

He only cares about one thing.

Standing tall in the world as a martial art that I most desperately wanted to acquire when I was treated with disdain.

He persevered and finally gathered his strength and killed Shang Ping, breaking all the shackles and shackles placed on him.

He left like that and came back as wild nature.

“…Wait, Jinmu.”

I will now enter the shaman.

The union of Seongi and Mukryonggi.

Everyone will walk the path of goodwill that he, who is called the first person in the world, walked.

And if he is alive, who is rumored to have risen to the top because he does not appear in the world, he will become the strongest soldier on earth after killing him.

So now I have to hide it.

I will hide the Mukryonggi and hide behind the name Yayulseong, waiting for the right time.

“Whoa…”

Han Kyung-hong or Ya Yul-seong took a long breath and stabbed his own bloodstream in order.

Cook Cook! cook!

The Palmungeumjesul taught by Gwanggangpyeong.

It was a technique that sealed all the energy inside the body with the eight blood channels so that no one would notice.

Every time his fingers ran across seven places on his body, the brilliance in his pupils diminished and the ferocious aura that radiated out of his body faded.

And one blood clot left.

There was only enough history left in it, but this was enough.

Because it was important for him not to know that he had learned Mukryonghonwongong.

After obtaining Yang’s righteousness, all energy will be unlocked.

And then I will erase the shaman.

He may be worse than others, but isn’t he still the enemy of his father?

That kind of revenge should be done.

Soon, even the murderous feeling that had subtly covered his body completely disappeared.

Yayulseong moved along with a fishy smile.

Towards the shaman’s sea index.

* * *

“Stop!”

“…”

Yulseong stopped walking at the cry of the prose student who restrained him.

“This is other than the shaman’s prose. The helper who has come to visit, please reveal your identity!”

Yayulseong had a gentle smile on his lips in a rather broad-minded voice.

Even if it is hypocritical, they are the people who should be part of the family for a while.

There was nothing good about pretending.

“My name is Yayulseong from Yunnan.”

When he bowed his head politely and bowed his head, the Sanmun disciple smiled and hugged him.

“I see. But what about our shaman? You don’t seem like the kind of person who would offer an offering to the Domun, right?”

“As a matter of fact, I came to see if I could become a disciple after hearing the name of a shaman from afar.”

“….”

The prose student’s eyes widened slightly.

“Oh, are you the one who enters the Dao?”

“yes.”

“Hmm, I haven’t been in a while lately….”

“….”

He tilted his head as he slurred his words, then nodded and approached Yayul-seong.

“Hmm, it’s not the time to receive initiates, but go up first. It’s shift time, so I’ll guide you. Come this way.”

“…”

Huh?

no wait.

Ye Yul-seong’s eyes widened this time at the permission to enter the mountain, which was so cool.

“Are you going?”

“Oh no, not that. A question…”

“Why a question?”

“Is that the answer?”

“What more do I need to ask?”

“yes?”

what more do you need to ask?

It’s the first person I see in my life.

Moreover, he said that he would not just go through prose, but also enter the world.

Then you basically have to go through the identification process, you damn guru!

“There. Are you sure you forgot the question?”

“What question?”

“yes?”

“He said he was from Yunnan, and his name was Yayulseong. The purpose is granularity. Did you clarify everything?”

The more the prose student pointed out one by one with an expression that he did not know the reason, Ya Yul-seong’s face crumpled with embarrassment.

“No, why are you like that? Who were your parents, what kind of life did you live, who did you know, or who recommended you to come, etc.”

“….”

The prose student stared at him with a dissatisfied expression on why he didn’t ask such things, then laughed.

“It seems that rumors have not spread until this Yunnan.”

“… Rumors?”

“yes. Our shamans do not ask about their past history when receiving disciples.”

“…”

Since when?

“Have you ever heard of Master Jinmu’s name?”

“Jimmu.”

Are you kidding?

If I were to talk about him, I would write dozens of books even if I wrote it as a book.

Isn’t it none other than your own goal and your enemy to be defeated?

Name Jinmu Jinja Bae’s youngest child, he was originally the daughter of Myeong Jinja, but was promoted to official disciple… The

prose disciple, who smiled at Ya Yul-seong, who started reciting his career without realizing it, continued with a proud tone. .

“Master Jinmu is a person who has been respected throughout, from the Jeongmu Maeng Sapaecheon Demonic Cult. In addition, he combined the martial arts of Hyeokryeon martial arts and the martial arts of shamans with Yang’s clothing. Since we are shamans like that, how can we be prejudiced against the history of the practitioner?”

“….”

“Jin Myeong-ja, the current master of the arts, also told us not to block the road or ask excessive questions to those who cross the shaman’s mountain gate in the future unless they have unrighteous intentions. He said that as long as he entered a shaman, wearing a mask in the world has nothing to do with it.”

“…”

Yayulseong’s eyes began to twitch.

So… unless you pull out the knife and install it, there’s absolutely nothing to ask, right?

“Since you came as an initiate, you will be no more or less than a disciple of a shaman once you reach the fate and receive the teaching name, so what you ask is the name and age to be listed as a thief.

I am not curious about anything at all other than my name and age, right?

Ya Yul-seong’s face was distorted and his breath became rough as if he had run for dozens of miles.

why!

Why don’t you ask why!

It’s five years.

In order to create a status and history that no one would doubt, it took five years of hard work in the remote area of Yunnan!

Fuck this!

Do you know what kind of hard work I went through to get this Hopae…

“Hey, Confucius Yayul…?”

Shut up before I spit in your smiling face!

What kind of fucking thing are you doing with a big, compassionate smile like a Buddha?

are you hungry

If you are a guru, laugh meanly like a guru!

Whether or not the prose student looked at my complexion with a puzzled expression, Ya Yul-seong cried out inwardly.

In my mind, I wanted to do something with the prose student right in front of me.

That son of a bitch who doesn’t know his speed is just…!

“Come on, Confucius Yayul. Let’s go.”

“…yes.”

However, even if it was unfair and resentful, it was impossible to play a game from the beginning.

Yayulseong forced a smile and followed the prose student.

be patient

I feel like I won’t be able to sleep for a few days because of the unfairness, but I have to endure it.

Until you surpass the man named Jinmura and become strong enough to stain the entire shaman with blood, hide the Mukryonggi and hide behind the name Yayulseong…

Ah.

If you knew it was like this, you would just come find me who killed Sang-pyeong… Fuck you…