Episode 133
“How is that?”
Unhae, a long sentence, frowned at Jinmu, who stood hesitantly.
“Oh no.”
Realizing his mistake, Jinmu quickly approached with a courtesy and bowed politely.
“The shaman’s Jinmu greets the elders of Kunlun.”
“As I heard, the shaman of the ti is quite young.”
“…yes.”
“Well, what is the importance of being young? It is because he has such skills that the wise man decided to give him that title.”
Jinmu glanced at Unhae’s words and looked at him.
It was because of the mory of one person.
Jinryong wind ring.
Also called Kunlun Jiseon (崑崙之仙), he was one of the seven stars of governnt affairs and a person who led Kunlun for a long ti.
Jinmu hadn’t been to Qinghae since 60 years ago, but he knew about Windhwan better than anyone else.
Even though martial arts are martial arts, it is not enough to say that his personality and spirit are amazing.
The person most suited to the political faction.
That’s why, even though Jinmu lived alone in the world, he felt a sense of respect for him of the sa age.
“Okay, how long are you planning to stay? I heard you stayed three days in Cheongseong?”
“I do not know. Nothing has been decided yet.”
“Right.”
Unhae nodded and asked indirectly.
“Did you say you equaled him in the Pentateuch in Qingcheng?”
Oh-gyeong was the na of an elder in the previous generation who fought for Jinmu to be certified as Cheongseong.
“yes. I was lucky.”
“haha. Excessive modesty is excessive. Where is the luck for the unmanned? Moorim is a place where one’s life is lost due to a single carelessness. That’s enough to be called a skill.”
Even the evaluation is different.
Certainly, Kunlun was unlike any place he had been through.
It’s not because of the view of the huge conduit, but their temperant is completely different from that of shamans and cheongseong.
Should I say that there is a practical feeling in the conversation?
Since it is a place on the border with the Demonic Cult, there are constant fights every day, so I thought it might be the case.
Also, in Unhae’s words, there was a subtle pride before admiration.
Rather than being really surprised by Jinmu’s skill, it ans that it was more of a courtesy. It ans that he has confidence in Kunlun’s martial arts.
Also, while Unhae and Jinmu were asking and answering, no words were heard from the elders who were seated.
Just listening as if you weren’t allowed to speak. It was only one person who spoke long.
It looked like that of the Demonic Cult.
courtesy to the strong. That is, strong self-esteem.
It wasn’t until the law of blood, but Kunlun was also governed by Kangjajon.
“Now then, let’s go back and rest for today. If there is anything you want to ask, just tell .”
Jinmu asked towards the sea of clouds as he sat down.
the most curious
“Could it be from Master Punghwan?”
Jinmu’s question caused a change in the faces of Jang Moon-in and the elders for the first ti.
A ray of water passes through the eyes of the sea of clouds.
why?
“Sasook is ill.”
“…ah!”
If it was Punghwan’s age, it was enough to understand.
Didn’t he also get sick in his later years? As expected, it seed that aging could not be prevented even if power was increased.
Is it the top line or the 11th half?
What is the fresh world? It’s all fake.
No matter how brilliant a warrior is, it doesn’t an he never gets old. You can only maintain your youth for a long ti through internal energy.
However, after a certain amount of ti, the inner strength begins to dissipate, and the years that have been delayed are faced directly.
Jinmoo was like that too.
Until seventy, I was as young as I was, but after that I grew old day by day, and by the end of my life I couldn’t even move a hand.
Danggeum’s political affairs and chilseong?
Most of them are characters of the sa generation as Jinmu.
Most of them have reached their seventies, and there will be little differences, but it is clear that within a decade or so everyone will learn about aging.
The old man nad Ungong in the shaman was just a peculiar constitution.
Maybe it’s because he lost his inner strength a long ti ago and grew old with the years.
Sotis there are people like that.
Blessed people who don’t eat good food and live long lives even if they don’t have internal energy.
‘Punghwan is a precious person. Didn’t he also go against the flow of ti?’
When I heard the news of the things I had already experienced or the wind, my heart was thrilled again.
Is it the heart of a person who has experienced it first?
“If I do, I won’t be able to et you.”
“Um…”
Unhae made a puzzled expression at Jinmu’s words.
“I just need to et you.”
Unam, who was sitting in the back and waiting, spoke calmly.
What do the adults say… Wait a minute, if you back a rhy, is it the sa as Jang Moon-in?
that little one?
No matter how good Jinmu is, he is only on the sa level as one great disciple.
In the case of shamans, unlike other Domuns, they went through hardships, so considering that their age is low, it does not make sense that Unam is the sa as Jangmunin.
“Oh, co to think of it, I heard you said hello to Priest Unam first.”
“…yes. coincidentally.”
“Heh, what a coincidence. There are no coincidences in Taoism as in Buddhism. Everyone is ant to be.”
What kind of bullshit is that?
“It seems that your admiration for Sasuk Punghwan continued and you t Unam first in Kunlun.”
What are you talking about?
What does that have to do with that?
“Unam made progress in the training of Punghwan.”
“…?”
Are you a disciple of Fungwan?
If so, it is natural that it is a ship of fortune.
No, by the way, if you are a disciple of Master Jang of the previous generation, isn’t it normal for Unam to beco Master Jang?
When Jinmu was puzzled, Unhae continued to explain as if to help him understand.
“Before Sasuk fell ill, he handed over the position of a senior official to and took Unam as his disciple.”
I roughly understood.
It was a kind of abdication.
However, if he was a master of the previous generation, he had to beco the head of the Presbyterian House, but it was also strange that he was simply called Sasuk.
Well, there may be a rank system of its own.
A guy nad Unam said that he was quite good at martial arts for his age, but I didn’t think that he would be a disciple of Punghwan.
“Co to think of it, there must be a lot in common with you. Just as you beca a shaman swordsman according to the terms and conditions, he is also the guardian of Kunlun, who inherited the progress of Sasuk, who was called Jinryong in the terms and conditions.”
Guardian of the Kunlun.
Jinmu smiled.
Does it sll like sothing imitating a shaman?
“I’ll tell you in advance, but he’s also the one who will test your enlightennt in this Kunlun.”
Unhae said with a proud expression.
Either that or not.
It’s like a babbling bastard who can’t even speak sentences properly because he’s a little excited.
More than that, I wanted to et Punghwan because he was ill.
Fortunately, I had a kite, so I wanted to keep the last of the person I once admired in my two eyes.
what is his end?
Aren’t you as lonely as yourself?
“I’m saying this because it’s a long sentence.”
Unhae and the elders listened to Unam’s words as he straightened his back.
Just as Jinmu did in shamanism, his presence, who was said to have succeeded in the progress of Jinryong and Punghwan, was also similar in Kunlun.
“While Master Jinmu is staying in Kunlun, I would like to serve him at the Heavenly Dragon Pavilion.”
“At the Cheonryong Pavilion?”
“yes.”
I wondered where it was, but Jinmu didn’t ask.
After thinking for a while, Unhae nodded.
“Hmm, that’s why I said I just need to et Sasook. Got it. If your heart is like that, do as you please.”
“thank you. Jang Moon-in.”
“What is gratitude? So, do you plan on guiding him while he lives?”
“yes.”
“Okay. Then, get a good rest today.”
When Unhae smiled at Unam’s words and tried to get up, Jinmu hurriedly asked for it.
“A man of longevity!”
“Sothing?”
“I have one more favor to ask of you.”
“ask? Please tell .”
“Could you stop by and say hello before the investigation?”
“…”
At Jinmu’s words, not only Unhae but also the elders made a puzzled expression.
why? What’s wrong?
If you offer a ritual before the investigation, you should be delighted and praised.
“There is no Jojojeon at Jinmu Dojo Kunlun?”
Unam said with an awkward smile.
“…yes? If so, what about the shrine where the mortuary tablets of the ancestors are kept?”
“Looks like you’re trying to be polite first, like a shaman’s disciple. However, there are no shrines or pavilions dedicated to the ancestors in Kunlun, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
“…”
I feel blank for a mont.
Then suddenly you get angry.
No investigations? It’s like these bastards!
If there is no Josajeon, where will the ancestral tablets of the ancestors be enshrined!
Of course, when a person dies, his achievents should be honored from generation to generation, and a morial service should be held from ti to ti, huh?
are you a scamr Are you a guru?
Jinmu, who was anxious at the thought of going through the Josajeon, swears inwardly.
My chest, which had been swollen in case it would be easy to find it if I searched the Josajeon like Cheongseong, shrunk like a deflated ball.
“Co on. I will guide you.”
shut up!
You bastard doesn’t even know how to properly construct this sentence!
Hurry up and guide to the investigation battle!
Tears of blood flow in my heart.
there is no investigation At least, there is no such common shrine.
Damn, then where the hell do you go to find pieces of the Sheep Heart Gong?
* * *
Jinmu, exhausted, followed Unam to Cheonryonggak.
In the words of this explanatory child, that is his abode.
In other words, it was also the dwelling place of the wind.
okay. Wind will be able to et.
Then, there is no investigation.
“Kunlun is a sect that has lived through war for a long ti.”
know well.
“Sotis they are kidnapped by the Demonic Cult, and sotis they die in the fields, and there is no way to even find their bodies.”
“….”
“So we keep it in our hearts. There are people who couldn’t even leave their bodies, but you can’t just enshrine mortuary tablets. I just honor the spirit by keeping only the na of the thief.”
What a cowardly excuse!
Does it make sense that the money rotten enough to set up an institution in Sanmun didn’t build the Josajeon?
Even if there is no body, the soul should be comforted!
“But soday, on the day that the Demonic Cult will be destroyed, the mortuary tablet for the thief must be built before investigation!”
Unam continued talking as if he had promised, but then he ate again, perhaps because he was excited.
You must be saying the sa thing. Destroy the Demonic Cult? would that be easy?
So you’re not saying you won’t be making survey battles in the future?
Jinmu didn’t answer, and stumbled over Unam’s words in his mind.
By the ti the disappointnt shuddered, Unam and Jinmu arrived at Cheonryonggak.
A hall located at the very end of the Kunlun Conduit. It didn’t look that big.
Yes, let’s look at the face of Punghwan first. He said he was ill, so he must be lying sowhere.
“Sasuk! Are you here!”
At the sight of Unam, who had just entered Cheonryonggak, a guru about thirty or so hurriedly ran.
“What is it?”
“Sajo-nim is making a fuss again.”
“what?”
As soon as Unam heard his words, he hurriedly ran into Cheonryonggak.
Are you sick a lot?
Enough to make a fuss because of the pain?
Jinmu is puzzled and goes inside.
Kwaaang!
Suddenly, the side wall of the Cheonryong Pavilion burst open, and cloud rock that had gone inside bounced out.
“Leave them guys! The shaman is said to be on the verge of extinction, so how can I stay in Mt. Kunlun? I will go to the shaman imdiately!”
Appearing from the wall that exploded with a harsh tal sound.
“A wind patient?”
Jinmu’s eyes widened with embarrassnt.
Jin-ryong wind patient.
That was him.
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