Entomologist in Sichuan Tang Clan Chapter 343

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‘How did you know me in Shaolin…? No, something is a bit strange?’

At first, I felt good at the words that seemed to acknowledge me, but then I tilted my head in confusion.

The fact that he said I would be the right person meant that my reputation was known all the way to Shaolin, so it was a good point, but the details of the request were so strange that I immediately tilted my head.

‘A Taoist priest? That doesn’t seem to be my area of ​​expertise.’

When they said I was the right person for the job, they meant they thought I could handle the job well, but it didn’t seem like I was good at anything related to Taoism.

I learned that the ultimate goal of all martial artists is to attain enlightenment through martial arts and become an immortal.

“But why do you learn Hwaeun martial arts?”

“You could say that it’s about becoming an immortal by attaining enlightenment through martial arts.”

“A god? He appears in my dreams and gives me a baby and teaches me things. He even finds an axe for me?”

“An axe?”

“Oh, that was just an excuse.”

“I don’t know about the axe, but can you say that?”

It’s no different for Taoists, but Taoists have somewhat different opinions.

There are people who believe that one can become a god without practicing martial arts.

““So everyone is going through all this trouble to learn martial arts and become an immortal? Or is there another way that isn’t this difficult?”

“Oh, there is. There are people who want to become immortals even without martial arts skills.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Yes, there are people who practice Taoism to increase their Taoist power and become immortals.”

“Sorcery? Teleportation? Supernatural powers? Something like that?”

“That’s right, Little Dragon. But such great abilities only come from old stories, and I’ve never personally seen a Taoist master who can perform such magic.”

‘You were delighted because you thought there was a shortcut, but you were disappointed, right? Because you smelled like a scammer, you know.’

Taoists believe that there are two ways to become immortal. One is to train in martial arts to become an immortal, such as Hwasan, Mudang, Kunlun, and Jeomchang, who are the mainstream of swordsmanship.

Another one is said to be a shaman from a previous life who is trying to build up magical powers and become a god, and I heard that they occupy a non-mainstream position within each sect.

Of course, he said there are also Taoist priests who do not belong to any sect.

There are also people who belong to a Taoist temple or live alone in the mountains and train to become Taoist priests.

So, if it was something related to Taoists, it would have to be related to martial arts, especially the sword, which was the main weapon of Taoists, or Taoism, so it was highly likely that it was not my area of ​​expertise.

I don’t know anything about swords, and Taoism sounds a bit like a rip-off.

So I asked my brother with a slightly worried expression.

“Brother, I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t think verifying Taoist priests is my specialty.

“If it’s related to Taoism, it would be something like swordsmanship or Taoism, but I don’t know anything about that···.”

‘Could this be a mild rejection?’

I had a feeling that it might be a slightly mild rejection, but after hearing my brother’s answer, fortunately it didn’t seem to be that.

“Hmm… I had that thought too, but since that’s what was said in Gaepoong and Shaolin, there must be a reason.

“Here is a letter from Shaolin. If you take it to Gaebong and ask for information, he said he would give it to you. Would you like to go now?”

When he said that he would hand over the information he had gathered from Gaebong, it meant that Gaebong and Shaolin truly thought that I was the right person for the job.

If my brother was curious, I would go and get information from the opening right away, but my brother was someone who had climbed Mt. Sungsan for a few days at my request.

How could I ask someone who just got back to accompany me?

“No. You’ve only been back for a few days, so wouldn’t your sister-in-law have noticed? Why don’t you wash up and rest today? I’ll go to the opening with Hwa-eun.”

“What? Haha. That guy is really something. Okay. Then I’ll leave the letter here and go.”

“Then, please go and rest. Oh, and Changryong, you worked hard too.”

“Thank you for your hard work… If there’s a favor like this, please do it anytime. Then I’ll take my leave now.”

After my brother and Changryong left, I put the letter my brother had left behind in my bosom.

Because I felt like I had to go to Gaebong.

“Should I go and check it out? I should check what’s going on. Oh no. I have to make sure the dragon poison is properly placed.”

A room where I turned around just in case I was heading outside.

I quickly approached the desk as the dragon poison spread out on it caught my eye.

I should have put away the poisonous dragon I was using earlier.

If we left it like that, it could get damaged by kids climbing on the desk.

There was already an instance where Dong-i’s footprints were imprinted on the outer cover.

First, I touched the surface of the poisonous dragon that I was writing about.

Since it was written with ink, if you fold it before it has dried enough, the ink can spread to the other side.

So, if it wasn’t dry yet, I had to put a piece of paper between the bookmarks.

“You’ve dried well.”

While I was talking to my brother, it seemed like it had dried well, so I was about to fold up the dragon’s poison and put it on the bookshelf.

My hand stopped.

The blank spaces that catch my eye between the letters I wrote.

The space in the square box where the illustration should go looked empty today.

‘I also need to fill in the illustrations···.’

There was a reason the illustration spot was empty.

Since I was good at drawing, I tried it on different paper a few times, but since I’m not a professional, I wasn’t satisfied with it.

Since this was my first book, the writing and illustrations had to be top-notch, but I guess I wasn’t satisfied with my drawings?

Moreover, the illustrations are portraits of my daughters.

The best skills in the Central Plains were needed.

It would be ridiculous if the daughters’ portraits turned out ugly just because they were roughly drawn.

‘Of course, I can’t leave it to just anyone to draw my daughters.’

A nice thought occurred to me as I covered my mouth with the poison from the dragon and headed outside.

I thought that while I was at the opening, I might as well ask someone who was good at drawing.

‘Yeah, since Open will find people easily, I guess you could just ask someone who’s good at drawing to find you one? Me, Cheonjeonga?’

Is this the one where you can see, pick mulberries, dig ditches, and catch crayfish?

He spoke to the children rolling around the room, smiling brightly.

“Kids, I’m going out with Mom and Dad for a bit.”

-Tsururut? “Where are you going, Dad?”

-Beep? “Bab?”

The other kids didn’t react much because they knew they couldn’t keep up with me during the day, but Hyang-i raised her head like a rabbit and asked me where I was going with my mom.

I thought he would probably follow, but my answer drew an unexpected response.

“Oh, you know that smelly place I went to with Mom last time? I’m going to go there.”

-Tsururur!?

Hyang was startled by the news that she was going to the beggar’s den of openness.

Immediately afterwards, Hyang-i conveyed her awkward feelings.

-Tsuru. “Have a nice trip, Dad. Hey, Hyang-i just needs to rest. She looks tired.”

An expression of a child’s speech that sounds like he is imitating the speech of an adult.

What more rest would a man who rests every day need?

And when did you learn to say you were tired?

He nodded with a smirk.

“Okay, then Hyang-i is resting with her sisters. Oh, do you want to go with Hong-dan?”

-What!?

Seeing Hongdan shaking his head after Hyang-i, he went to Hwa-eun’s room and knocked on the door, thinking that the smell of the beggar’s den was really strong.

-dripping.

“Hwaeun, are you inside?”

“Oh, yes. Little Dragon. Come in.”

When I opened the door after hearing a sound from inside, what I saw was Hwa-eun’s back.

I could see Mirang tying Hwa-eun’s hair.

“What’s going on?”

But as soon as she finished tying Hwa-eun’s hair, Mirang placed the last lily-shaped hair ornament on Hwa-eun’s head, and Sandan, who had been sitting on the table, flew up to Hwa-eun’s head and settled down between the ornaments.

Then came the moment when Hwa-eun looked back.

When I saw Hwa-eun’s face, I suddenly felt my eyes brighten.

My eyes widen without me knowing.

As my eyes widened, Hwa-eun and Mirang looked at each other and smiled.

I heard Hwa-eun’s question with a smile on her face in my dazed ear.

“What’s wrong, Little Dragon?”

I answered with a blank expression, forgetting that I had even said that I was planning to go out with her.

“Oh, no. It’s just that… um… I thought you looked prettier today….”

Then, Hwa-eun covers her face and blushes.

Mirang looked proud next to me.

Perhaps that’s why Hwa-eun felt prettier and why Mirang looked so proud.

Today, her clothes were a bit flashy, but it seemed like the cause was makeup.

Even redder lips and rosy cheeks.

And today, the skin looks white and transparent.

Hwa-eun was wearing makeup that she usually doesn’t wear, and in that moment, she could understand why she had specially hired Unmi-rang.

I wondered if she was trying to make me dress up again, but it seemed like she wasn’t trying to put on makeup, but was trying to dress up herself with Unmirang’s help.

Even I, a man, can dress up beautifully, so how much more beautiful would it be if I dressed up a beautiful Hwa-eun?

Also, in the past life, it was common to imitate the makeup of celebrities, but in this era, wouldn’t the makeup used by court ladies in the palace be the most popular makeup of this era?

Perhaps they thought I was talented when they saw me dressed up as a woman.

“So-ryong too… Mirang is here too… But why did you come here? Do you have something to say?”

He came to his senses and answered Hwa-eun’s question.

“Oh, right. I was going to ask you to go somewhere together…”

“Really?”

When I said let’s go somewhere together, Hwa-eun’s voice was filled with joy, so I nodded and explained.

“Yes, so my brother came back from Shaolin Temple, and Shaolin Temple asked me to do something for him. Shaolin Temple asked Gaebong to give him information about the matter, so he’s going to Gaebong to find it. Should we go together?”

At my answer, Hwa-eun looked down at her clothes.

And then I let out a small sigh.

I guess I was in a good mood because I dressed up so brightly and went out, but I guess I lost interest when I saw that my destination was a beggar’s den.

It’s decorated so extravagantly, but it’s a beggar’s den.

Why did things have to turn out like this?

As I was wondering how to deal with this, I suddenly heard Hwa-eun ask me a question.

“But what about the little dragon kids?”

“Oh, when I told you I was going to open the store, everyone said they weren’t going···.”

“Really!?”

Bipolar disorder is a disease in which mania and depression alternate, and Hwa-eun’s voice changed to a high tone again, as if she was going from depression to mania.

Then Hwa-eun quickly came over and grabbed my hand.

Hwa-eun grabbed me and said.

“Go quickly, Little Dragon. Before the children change their minds. Opportunities like this don’t come often.”

Since she seemed happy about going out alone without the kids, I smiled and answered her.

“Then, should I stop by somewhere else and go to the open house last? And I’ll go into the beggar’s cave alone.”

Hwa-eun nodded and her smile grew brighter, so it seemed like she liked my suggestion. Having dated before, I think I understand women’s feelings a little bit.

No, come to think of it, there was no way I could have made a mistake in dating Hwa-eun.

‘Yes, Hwaeun is also a poison registered to me. How could I make a mistake?’

Poisons are my specialty, you know.

***

It was just a simple date where they went window shopping and bought some candy, but Hwa-eun felt quite happy.

Hwa-eun put a piece of candy in my mouth and asked.

“But what is it, Little Dragon?”

“Well, I didn’t hear the details of what happened either.”

“That’s strange. In Shaolin, they usually do things themselves.”

“I asked Open for information to help me with this, and I think Open said that I was the right person for the job.”

“Huh. I see? Well, I guess we’ll find out once it’s released.”

They were sharing the sweets one by one, and when the last one disappeared into Hwa-eun’s mouth.

Arrived under the bridge.

Under the bridge, there was an old man named Punggae sitting on a chair with several beggars. The beggars who were talking about something started to run past us one by one.

I feel like something is very busy.

I approached the busy old man, Punggae, and offered him a lottery ticket.

“Elder.”

“Oh, you’re here? I thought you’d be here by now. Go inside and bring back what someone asked for from Shaolin.”

“Okay, then. Please.”

As one of the beggars disappeared into the beggars’ hut under the bridge, the old man Punggae said with a look of distress on his face.

“I’m so busy because of you. Oh my, I haven’t slept in three days already.”

“How are things going?”

“Yes, man. Don’t worry, I’ve decided to do it all at once.”

It seems like things are going well for the Odokmun and Hyulgyo.

He nodded and asked again.

“But why did you recommend me to Shaolin?”

“Ah, that is···.”

Then a few beggars ran down the bridge again.

Our conversation was interrupted when the beggars reported to Elder Punggae.

“They say it will take ten more days from the Haomen side of Buntaju.”

“It’s a bit far away. Oh, just a moment. Oh, So So-hyeop. I’m busy so I can’t give you a detailed explanation, but since it’s something related to Maru-ruk, you should be able to handle it well. The guy who came in earlier will hand over the information that he organized, so check it out.”

At the words of Punggae Buntaju, Hwaeun looked at me and asked.

“What about Maruk?”

If it’s Maruk, it’s Songgi.

It seemed to be something related to singing.