The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 148: Clap,

Clap, Clap.

When the torch is lit, the inside of the prison is dimly revealed.

Dang Se-ryeong, who came down to the basement of Jinma-gwan (鎭魔館) with Unam, looked at the long prison cell.

Kunlun’s Jinma Hall.

The place with the meaning of suppressing the devil was a place to manage the prison.

“Open! Guys! I will strike and kill you right now!”

“The guru of Kunlun! I will skin you!”

Those imprisoned in two long lines of prison cells were screaming with bitter eyes.

“Those who are imprisoned here are vicious people who cannot be guided among the warriors of the Demonic Cult. We, Kunlun, have been detained for a long time.”

“I guess so.”

Dang Se-ryeong nodded.

If it were Tangga, I would have killed them all.

However, Kunlun did not kill those captured in battle but detained them.

Due to the nature of Kunlun, there were situations where he had no choice but to kill in battle, but he did not kill those who were captured alive.

Kunlun is also like that because the root is Taoism.

It is constantly trying to guide and regenerate. Even taking care of three meals a day.

“Let’s go over there.”

Following Unam’s guidance, Dang Se-ryeong moved inward.

When I went down one more floor along the stairs and opened the iron door, I came to a room with a quiet atmosphere.

“It is them.”

Where Unam pointed, three figures were chained.

“huh? You didn’t interrogate separately, did you?”

“yes? I did.”

At Dang Se-ryeong’s words, Un-am puts on a puzzled expression.

“Tortured?”

“yes. The elders already.”

Unam looked at the first disciples of Jinmakwan as if it were natural, and they nodded.

“It was pretty brutal.”

“you’re right. It was hard to even open your eyes and see?”

At the words of the great disciples, Dang Se-ryeong muttered to himself.

“Hmm, okay? Did I torture you with deuterium? Like a broken bone? The tortured ones look so clean.”

“…yes?”

“Oh no. Please prepare some water and cloth.”

“Oh, the price is different. Are you going to do a cruel water torture?”

“no. I’m going to write.”

“…?”

I was curious about why Dang Se-ryeong laughed, but the disciples prepared cloth and a bucket of water as soon as Unam instructed.

“Then, since we don’t have enough time to dance, shall we start?”

Dang Seryeong took out a small roll of cloth from his bosom.

Let’s unfold the folded cloth.

“What is all this about?”

“Tools necessary for the long-traditional Tang family torture method, the Three High Penalties.”

“It’s a name I’m curious about because it’s a three-year-old brother.”

It means punishment that gives three kinds of pain.

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Unam grinned at Dang Se-ryeong’s words and took out the tools and arranged them side by side.

A handful of long needles, countless short needles, a few thin swords that could float fish bags, and a small bottle of medicine that I was curious about.

Unam was just puzzled.

“Now then, let’s talk about each other’s knowledge one by one, shall we?”

“…”

And after a while.

“Wow!”

After jumping out of the room, Unam and the first disciples of Jinmakwan began to vomit side by side.

They witnessed the most brutal scene in the world and realized why the people of the Tang family are called vicious things.

current age.

She never got angry.

I asked with a very friendly smile, and the people who answered the questions fiercely raised their eyes and screamed and spit.

And without losing a single smile, she kindly and very kindly plucked out all of her fingernails and put a great acupuncture needle into her toes and fingertips one by one.

It was fine so far though.

From then on, whenever he didn’t answer a question, he peeled off the skin thinly and poured a little liquid from a medicine bottle on it.

melted

The blood boiled and the flesh and muscles melted.

Even in the midst of screaming and struggling, she was very calm and relaxed.

He said that he used water and cloth himself, and he really did. I wiped my sword and saliva with a cloth, and wiped my bloody hands and face with water.

Everywhere was peeled skin and blood.

Unam and Jinmakwan’s disciples couldn’t see any more of the torture that continued and ran out in the middle.

And how much time has passed?

profit. widely.

Dang Se-ryeong came out.

“I think I figured it out, but the content is a bit serious. I’ve heard to some extent that the Samgung acted secretly in the Political and Military Alliance, but I didn’t know they were also in the Demonic Cult.”

“….”

She wiped the blood off her face and smiled brightly.

Is that a serious expression?

As she approached, Unam unknowingly backed away.

“Then shall we go? The story seems to be getting longer.”

“…Yes, I understand.”

Dang Se-ryeong muttered in Unam’s ears as he walked ahead with a stiff posture.

“Ah, let’s finish it quickly and have a drink with Jinmu. I have to make this guy fall down somehow… so he can’t take it out or beat

it…” For some reason, I felt infinitely sorry for Jinmu Dojo.

To think that he might end up living with such an evil woman…

* * *

By the time Tang Se-ryeong started torturing them, Jinmu and Punghwan had already run away from Kunlun and were running down the mountain.

“…?”

Jinmu, who was running in front of him, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Kunlun Mountain.

“Why?”

“yes? Oh no I feel something creepy.”

“huh? What do you mean?”

“Never mind. It’s just that I’ve been a bit oversensitive lately.”

“…?”

Feng Huan tilted his head.

“Let’s go.”

Jinmu moved on again.

I finally got the windmill out.

It is true that I coaxed and lured him in by asking him to teach me about martial arts.

“But do I have to go this far? I didn’t even inform the headquarters.”

“Isn’t Sajo-nim in a position to receive permission?”

“That’s true, but because of the illness…”

“Something special.”

“But…”

Fenghuan glanced at Kunlun Mountain. The old man is anxious.

But you have to go far.

So far away that Kunlun will never know.

Jinmu smiled sinisterly and moved as far away from Kunlun as possible. Heading towards a place where not even people, let alone beasts, can be seen.

And how far did you go?

A good place came out.

A dark place where the trees grow thickly and cover even the sunlight.

It would not have been easy to spot it because the forest was dense, and it was quite far from Kunlun, so even if you use the river, you wouldn’t hear an explosion.

“That place would be nice.”

Punghwan stopped walking at Jinmu’s words and smiled happily as he looked at the forest.

“It’s a clear forest.”

Cheongnyangnim?

“Have you ever heard of this place?”

can it be

I was just looking around for a good place and luckily found it.

“Cheongnyangnim is the end.”

“….”

Punghwan began to explain the history of Cheongryangrim.

oh i don’t have time

With a frown on his face, Jinmu listened to the long story with one ear and let it out with the other and gave a rough nod.

“…It’s a place like that.”

“Ah, somehow.”

Appropriate reactions and exclamations are a bonus.

“Well, I trained here a few times. When is that time…”

Another explanation.

He said that the teacher was the student, but why did he like to explain both of them so much?

Jinmu, who thought that he would only waste his time if he listened to it more, hurriedly cut off his words.

“I made a good choice. Master Sajo.”

“huh? yes. You chose very well.”

“Now then, shall we begin?”

“Okay. Do you want to dance?”

No way?

Jinmu shook his head lightly.

Absolutely not.

It was when the story of the shaman came out that Punghwan showed symptoms of illness.

It is certain when considering the previous two cases.

And every time he showed signs of illness, he strangely misunderstood Jinmu.

No matter how much he found the way to destroy the Eight Eclipses of the Undragon through Unam, it shouldn’t be a head-to-head match. Unam and Punghwan are different from each other.

Also, you must win. To do so, preoccupying favorable conditions was fundamental.

The place has been prepared and the next thing he has to do is drain his power. Even if he attacks because of his illness, Jinmu alone can subdue him.

This was Jinmu’s plan.

That is why he lured Fenghuan as far away from Kunlun as possible so that no one would intervene.

And now it was time to put the first button on the plan.

“I want to see the Eight Eclipses of the Cloud Serpent that Sajo-nim implements.”

“huh? Eightfold Eclipse of the Cloud Serpent?”

“yes!”

“It’s through sparring with Unam…”

“I want to see Sajo’s Un-Lyong.”

Windhwan looked at Jinmu blankly.

Jinmu’s words were extremely disrespectful.

Even if it was a sword, it was strictly forbidden to show one’s martial arts to outsiders.

No matter how much they are disciples of the same master, the shaman and Kunlun are walking on completely different paths.

In addition, it is quite a big problem that Jinmu, who is not anyone else, wants to see the Eight Eclipses of the Cloud Serpent.

He is already a warrior walking his own path. The realization of martial arts is different, so if you look at martial arts, you can realize the true intention contained in it.

And probably so. If it is Jinmu, there is a high possibility that Punghwan will realize even the deep gains of the Eight Eclipses of the Cloud Dragon.

“Hehe, is that why you brought it this far? To avoid prying eyes?”

“yes.”

Of course, for different reasons.

“Hmm…”

Poonghwan pondered for a moment.

But what could be the matter?

As a disciple of a shaman, it would be a pleasure if he could advance to the next level after seeing his martial arts.

Originally, the Buddha said that it is the original existence of deukji (得之本有) and the true origin of nothing (失之本無).

It was gained, but it was, and it was lost, but it was not.

If you get it, you should understand it originally, and if you don’t get it, it’s okay, so there’s no need to worry.

All are due to Jinmu.

Moreover, Punghwan, who had always been fond of the shaman, accepted Jinmu’s request without long hesitation.

“Good. I will show you.”

When Punghwan allowed it, Jinmu’s face brightened.

done.

That’s enough.

Punghwan stood in front of Jinmu with both arms hanging down.

I just stood there and breathed lightly, but that in itself instantly blended into nature.

“Whoa…”

Inhalation and exhalation mix with the air, and his energy disappears as if reaching nothingness, becoming assimilated into nature.

Silence lingered in his half-opened eyes, and his lightly cold feet began to move.

As both hands slowly lifted up as if riding and flowing, and brushed the grain of the wind, the air followed his movement and turned into a light breeze and flowed gently.

His lifted feet push the soil off the ground, and his body rises as if its weight has disappeared.

As the hem of the robe similar to the school uniform fluttered in the movement, it seemed as if the immortals of the fairy world descended and danced.

beautiful.

It was a martial art, but it really looked like a dance.

However, Jinmu’s brow furrows as he watches him.

“Sajo!”

“huh?”

Punghwan, whose flow was cut off by Jinmu’s even nervous shouting, returned to reality.

“What are you doing?”

“huh? What are you talking about? You asked me to show you the Eight Eclipses of the Cloud Serpent…”

“Ah, I must have misunderstood.”

“…?”