The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 87

Wudang Mountain.

A place that rises high in Gyunhyeon, Hubei Province, and spreads strange peaks and winding valleys all over the world, and supports the sky with 72 peaks, starting with Cheonjubong.

A legend that could not be handed down among the numerous legends that existed there.

The time when the world, which was once one, was divided into yin and yang and repeatedly quarreled.

Yin is a ghost and Yang is a spirit. However, as goodness disappeared and only evil was filled with the fierce miasma of the battlefield, it was impossible to distinguish what was a ghost and what was a god.

However, the damage is to those who do not belong to Yin and Yang.

Under the dark sky, long for the corpse to form a mountain and the blood to flow as a river.

Among the mediators who inherited the will of the ancient times, Hyeonmu, a divine being who handles the power of yin and yang unbiasedly, led the chiefs of the six jeong-yuk-gap (六丁六甲) and manifested on the mountaintop of the shaman, and the ears and gods joined forces to oppose it.

Hyeonmu fluttered his loose hair under his helmet to show his power, and the surprised spirits bowed their heads in front of him and served them, and the ghosts fought to the end.

After defeating the demons who resisted at the end of a fierce fight, Hyeonmu permeated the Wudang Mountain at the end of his life, and the power of yin and yang spread evenly everywhere along the mountaintop.

The only thing that disappeared was the ghost, but the spirit that bowed under Hyeonmu’s feet remained in Mt. Mudang without being able to return to the heavenly world. This is because hyeonmu permeated into Mt. Mudang and the division between heaven and earth became hardened and could not return.

The spirits settled in a small pond where the mountain’s veins began and naturally lived with people.

A long time has passed since then.

It was enough time for the fierce war to be forgotten.

At some point, the spirits added Ma to the name of the ghost to reject it as a devil, and added the honorific of Seon to the name of the god, and began to call it a hermit.

Since then, those who have pursued enlightenment have settled down and settled down, calling Mt. Wudang a seonsil (仙室).

A place where yang prevails, but yin stays inside. It was a shaman faction that had long reigned as the head of the Daoist school, with Shaolin as the North Head of Mount Tai.

And now.

A straight beam of light in the dark sky brightly illuminated the peak of Wudang Mountain, and demons darker than dark clouds surrounded the lower mountain.

It is a return to the fierce battle of the past.

* * *

“Kuh-kuh, finally you’re here.”

“….”

The front hem of the devils who filled the mountain. Hanbing Okju Honcheon, who arrived at the border of Mt. Wudang at the command of her mother, recalled the past and flashed her lifeless eyes.

“It looks like you’re still angry.”

“Still? It is not forgotten even after eons of time pass. The history I should have made has been ruined by these damn people.”

“It’s history…”

Wooyong, who stood next to him, repeated Honcheon’s words with a nonchalant expression.

“Are you okay? Didn’t you also have your will broken by Jinmu?”

“…well.”

Wuyong laughed and blurted out his words.

The feeling of looking at Wudang Mountain was different from that of Honcheon.

What’s there to be angry about? It’s just a mountain and a conduit perched on it.

The place where the traces of the guy were left, now there is no place. To Wuyong, a shaman simply means that much.

However, the unfortunate thing is that when we met in Jigye, we competed again and did not see a match.

I could have won…

“I will definitely bring down that mountain. Since Jinmu is dead, he will ask others for his crime. I will kill you the most painfully. I will curse Jinmu, cry out curses, and let him die.”

“…”

Seeing Honcheon spit out cold anger as he chewed each word, Wooyong smiled and took a step back.

“What are you doing?”

“…I am not interested.”

“what?”

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“What I expected when I came here was a strong man who could make my blood boil.”

“…”

Wu Yong smiled as he stared at Wudang Mountain.

“It’s clear that the heavens opened the passage, but I don’t feel the power strong enough to kill the three demon kings like the lady said.”

“Are you going to fall?”

“Wouldn’t it be more fun if I fell in?”

“…That’s right.”

Gwimo clearly ordered the three demon kings to attack Wudang Mountain together.

At Wuyong’s words that he would step back for a while, even to the point of protesting for his own pleasure, Honcheon laughed, showing her gums.

“What are you going to do about Akgu?”

“Your mother’s name is more important than your feelings.”

“Well, he is like that too. Then you, Akgu, come at your leisure. I will go first.”

“…don’t care about the arrangement. But are you going to do it yourself?”

“Obviously. I can’t let the lower ones rob me of my joy!”

Honcheon, who smiled grimly, hurriedly took steps towards Wudang Mountain.

One step, two steps… As he moved forward, his appearance changed.

Transparent eyes that seemed to see through the hair dyed white as if it had been hit by hoarfrost.

Honcheon, who harmed his vassal and revealed the power of severe cold, looked just like a white devil.

damn

With each step, a chill like frost spreads out and freezes the ground.

Quick quick.

The grass, frozen by the sudden cold frost, was shattered by Honcheon’s steps.

“huh? What’s this?”

As the cold air, which had been freezing in all directions, couldn’t extend as if it was blocked by something, a different color flowed into Honcheon’s eyes.

Wooyung and Akgu, who had been silently watching the scene, also tilted their heads. The power of the cold can’t be touched?

“It’s a barrier.”

“…Barrier? If so, did the celestials prepare for it?”

Hearing Wooyong’s self-talk, Honcheon asked while rolling her transparent eyes.

“No way? It is a completely different force.”

“what?”

“No matter how angry you are, don’t you, the demon lord, feel it?”

“…”

“If it was a barrier opened by the celestials, who are in conflict with us, you should have felt the repulsive force due to the offset.”

It was only then that Honcheon turned her head and looked at the borderline where power and power met.

“You say Smin?”

The barrier became homogenous with his power and was devouring him.

“Kuh kuh It’s a barrier that absorbs mana… Quite the way. You mean your mother didn’t send the three demon kings together for nothing?”

“…”

Woo-yong, who had been indifferent all this time, opened his arms with his eyes sparkling as if he was interested.

He said he’d leave it to me…

I felt impatient at the thought that Wuyong might interfere with the long-awaited pleasure.

Kuuuuu…

“I’ll break the barrier like this!”

Along with a cold cry, Honcheon’s hand condensed into a round ball.

Shuaak!

Soon, a white orb with a long tail shot out following the outstretched hand.

Whoa!

The curtain that was blocking the power of the heavens dented into Wudang Mountain, distorting the space.

“joy!”

Honcheon snorted and added strength to the white orb.

A barrier made from small branches of a giant tree imbued with the power of harmony. However, the limits of its power were clear.

When the power of the spirit that destroyed the vassal exceeded the limit, the barrier began to vibrate with a roar.

Quadruped! bang!

Due to the fierce wind that rushed in, the hidden inside was revealed beyond the torn barrier.

Those who aimed at themselves while standing in front of the barrier.

Numerous divine spirits that appear in various ways, including Baek Yang, the chief of the Northern Seven Counts, who led the primary reinforcements from the heavens.

So far, it was within the expected range. However, the moment he looked behind him, Honcheon’s face became absurd.

Taoists dressed in uniforms and conduits with vivid Taegeuk patterns. They were the disciples of the shaman led by Myeong-jin.

I couldn’t tell if it was because I was afraid to make a nervous expression and shake the tip of my sword, or if it was because of the coldness of the cold. However, his eyes were full of will that he could not back down.

“This is not enough even with the celestial bastards who gathered all the original gossips… Humans?”

Due to the unexpected barrier, the anticipation that I thought there would be something disappeared. Hon-chun, who had been completely exhausted, smiled and shook his head slightly.

“Kuh kuh this is won. You guys don’t even have to step out, do you?”

“…”

The phrase was indifferent, but Wuyong’s eyes were filled with a disappointed light. Honcheon shrugged and looked ahead again.

“Get behind Myeongjin and protect Jaso Palace!”

“no.”

Myeongjin shook his head at Baekyang’s cry.

“This place is outside the shaman. How could I just step back and watch as the ill-wishers set foot?”

“Damn them, they are demon kings.”

“Everyone is the same.”

“…”

Myeong-jin was consistent. They wanted to protect the shaman, as they did at some point in the past.

Even if it becomes a ruin again, no, even if it disappears.

“Kuh kuh crazy guys…”

Honcheon’s lips were torn on both sides as he saw the two arguing in front of the demon king who had harmed his vassal.

Soon, his new model was shot towards Wudang Mountain with extreme chills.

“I will tear them all to death!”

The severe chill turned into a raging wind, and the demons surrounding Wudang Mountain ran, dyeing the land black.

“Stop the demons!”

Baekyang grabbed a double-edged ax and faced Honcheon with twenty-eight swords.

Wow!

Mountains and streams that had been frozen by the formidable chill were all shattered by the shock wave.

“Did you think that some celestial janitor would be able to block my path!”

“Shut up! Demon king bastard!”

Baekyang surrounding Honcheon and all the seongi of the twenty-eight gods were mobilized.

“The shaman! Unfold the checkup! Raise your sword and slay the demons!”

Knowing that he was weak enough to help Baek-yang, Myung-jin rushed to the fore against the darkly approaching demons.

Although all but him were human beings who fell short of the ears and the power of a god, the Taegeuk sword made from the branches of a divine tree filled the gap.

“Hold on! Hold on a little longer!”

Myung-jin’s movement at the forefront was absolutely outstanding. Even though he cut off the heads of demons, he did not turn away from his disciples who were in danger.

He shouted loudly, encouraged him, and personally broke the brunt of the enemy to inspire his fighting spirit.

“hmm.”

Akgu’s eyes narrowed as he stopped and watched them from a distance.

For the current battle, the Honcheon alone is sufficient.

“Quaaaaagh!”

The kidneys, whose entire lower body was frozen, screamed and shattered into pieces.

To Honcheon, who possesses the power of the cold, the current fight was no different from entertainment.

The gods are rushing in droves, but how can they compete with the demon lords who have harmed their vassals?

The reason why Honcheon’s steps were slow was because he was carefully tearing and trampling the twenty-eight hands one by one. Enjoying their expressions soaked in fear and despair.

No matter how tenaciously he perseveres, he is a shaman who will eventually collapse, but Akgu was concerned about the behavior of the masters led by Myeongjin.

Like his cry… aren’t you holding on? just like humans

Isn’t their weapon, which is nothing more than a wooden sword made of wood, extinguishing the demons as if it were a magical tool?

“You care.”

Akgu, with a displeased face, glanced at Wuyong.

He is standing with his arms crossed.

…I’m not going to step out.

The strongest demon king.

Well, it would be disrespectful to go against these things.

Akgu, who had laughed, looked at Wudang Mountain and coldly memorized a command.

[…go.]

With that word, the demons of Balseol-ok joined Wudang Mountain all at once.

“Kuaaa!”

Agu laughed at them as they ran howling like beasts.

Mt. Wudang….

It’s not like the Jade Emperor will come directly, so how can the power of the three demon kings be stopped only if the heavens apply?

will crumble

Yuyong and himself didn’t bother to help… huh?

Akgu’s eyes widened as he looked to the side for a moment. Wuyong, who had been calm the whole time, was staring at something as if in awe. Akgu’s gaze hurriedly followed him and turned upward.

Woo woo!

A single line across the sky with a roar that made the heavens and earth vibrate and stopped all movement at once.

and.

Bright enough light to fill the sky was pouring down.

Koodduddudd! Kwaaaang!

The light that struck the ground created a huge concentric circle around Wudang Mountain, spreading continuously, and the demons engulfed in light scattered like dust.

And as if nothing had happened, Wudang Mountain returned to its original peaceful appearance.

“Keuuugh!”

“…!?”

The moment that seemed like an illusion was shattered by the groan of the spirit that was pushed out of bounds.

The place where Honcheon gritted her teeth and squinted her eyes.

A man stood there where the light had disappeared.

“Ha, I can’t empty it even for a moment.”

“…?”

A man who stopped the battle between ears and gods just by appearing, just like Hyunmu, who appeared in a legend of the past.

Shaking his head with a deep sigh, he looked down at the demons under him and said,

“Are these bastards laughing at Wudang Mountain?”

…History flows and legends reappear.

Although it was a legend that could not be remembered in the past, the current legend was engraved in everyone’s mind as if beaten.

With Jinmu’s fangs standing cross-legged.