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Namhwagwangtaegeuk
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“The Great Leader of the Party.”
“Tell me.”
“If you think about it, it’s really strange.”
“What?”
“I’m talking about the Dark Heavenly Emperor. The scream at the end of his last words was truly thunderous. He was a shaman who had been searching for the Sambongjinin so desperately during his lifetime… If he had actually met him, wouldn’t he have asked for something? If he were one of the many swordsmen, he would have asked for a demonstration of Hyegeom.”
“Hey, Hungah.”
“How many times has Sosaeng been called Heonwon?”
“Isn’t there anything more useful to say? I’ve already said it before. This sword requires everything you have. That’s how the spirituality of a new soldier is created. Your internal energy breathing is sufficient, but your life story is too weak.”
“Are you just belittling the hardships that Jeong Gong and I have overcome together?”
“Of course, it must have been hard for you to be buried in the ground alone. I admit that.”
“Honestly, I don’t understand. There’s no way the masters of the new recruits would all be talking like crazy while holding a knife to their head….”
“Since you lack skill, you must put in effort. The world’s objects, such as the magic sword and the demon sword, strictly discriminate between their masters. With your level, you cannot fully handle a ridiculous new soldier like this guy, so it is right to preemptively treat him.”
“What about medicine? I wonder if he is the head of the family.”
“Okay. Let me tell you the story about Jang Sam-bong.”
“Ah, Sambongjinin… There are countless anecdotes from all over the country. So, in the 68th year of King Geonreung’s reign, when Sosaeng stopped by an inn in Gaebong with a hungry stomach, a shockingly beautiful couple was approached by some shamans and secular masters… … .”
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Jeong Yeon-shin knew. After ascending to the rank of Purple of the Ip-Hwang-Seong, assuming the title of Deputy Leader of the New Sword Master, and being ranked as one of the Five Swords of the World, the entire world began to watch him.
But this place is different.
No authority or faction can monitor Jeong Yeon-shin’s every move in detail.
Even if you were extremely lucky enough to figure out the route, you would still be limited to guessing based on a bunch of facts.
“… … .”
It was a quiet mountain path.
Jeong Yeon-shin walked with her shoulders slightly slumped, and glanced at the sign hanging above her head. She had heard that it was located in the exact center of the Taoist temples commonly known as the Mudangpa.
It’s called a door, but in reality it’s just a plank tied to one of the pine trees that are intertwined here and there across a narrow path.
The only thing special about it is the unusually strong and fragrant scent of pine.
but.
‘That’s… … .’
Jeong Yeon-shin glanced at the text on the plaque again.
There are three conflicting stories about the truth of the sign. Even the non-partisan faction has not yet come up with a clear answer.
There is a rumor that it was a gift from the former empress dowager who was impressed by Jang Sam-bong’s martial arts and character.
It is rumored that this was one of the gifts given by the Yongle Emperor, who had driven the royal family originally from Nanjing north to fight against the Yao tribe, to the great clans such as Li Huangcheng who did not intervene in the civil war.
Lastly, there is a story that Jang Sam-bong himself roughly created it.
Now that I look at it, it was the third time.
Because it was felt in the strokes of the font. The traces of a dead snake coiled in the Taegeuk pattern.
Okcheongmun (Jade Clear Gate).
It was a phrase that seemed to gently suck the soul in.
[Okcheong. Another form of the most noble Tao in Taoism… that is, the first of the Three Purities. Of course, as is always the case with religions, there are those who see Okcheong as the last.]
Damn it.
Jeong Yeon-shin felt a soft touch on her shoulder and turned her head. She saw the side profile of a woman with long black hair hanging down like a sword.
A subtle and unique presence like incense on a sacrificial table. It was the former leader of the Shingeomdan, Shincheonhwa.
‘Where have you been?’
But he couldn’t continue his thoughts.
As I was climbing the mountain, I reached a small hill, and before my eyes, a dozen or so Taoist priests were standing side by side, their hands clasped together.
Sleeves that go down to the elbows in the same shape and at the same moment.
Very noble.
But their robes were faded white. No one was wearing new clothes.
“Hello, Island Do-woo. This is Haegumji (解劍池).”
The middle-aged man in the lead said.
A thick jawline and a heavy prayer. He is the Hyeonmuk Okam Jinin who had a brief greeting with Jeongyeonshin earlier. He was said to be the new head of the shaman faction who had lost even the Gogeom Jinin.
Jang Bong Joo Se-hwa was right behind him.
He was greeting Jeongyeonshin in a new way, just like any other shaman, but his demeanor was subtly more polite than before. His demeanor was not as upright as before.
Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her mouth.
“I apologize for causing such a fuss over the past few days. It was not proper for a guest to do so.”
The bodies of some Taoists flinched slightly. It was a reaction to hearing words and actions outside of expectations. Jeong Yeon-shin understood.
Who would have guessed that the person who emerged as soon as they arrived at Mt. Wudang was actually a gentleman? Even true men who had cultivated miraculous powers were surprised.
‘They are not gangsters, but shamans. Everyone knows the rules and manners.’
He thought.
In fact, after Jeong Yeon-shin set the example, the atmosphere became much more relaxed. The moment the exchange between the purple shaman and the immortal shamans was successful, the ‘dissolution of the sword’ also went smoothly.
As the name of the Shaman Haegeomji suggests, it was a matter of temporarily entrusting the weapon to someone.
The murderous intent and guilt contained in that weapon, as well as the dizzying mind.
Swish.
“I will protect the main branch with everything I have.”
The young Taoist priest received the thunderbolt with both hands and spoke calmly.
He is a descendant of the same fortune-telling clan as Ju Se-hwa, a disciple of Ok-am Jin-in and a descendant of Hyeon-gong Jin-in. He is also the successor to Taegeuk Hye-geom.
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An event that demonstrates extreme courtesy.
Jeongyeon Shin nodded slightly with an expression on her face that made it difficult to guess her thoughts.
Then, under the guidance of shaman masters, we passed through countless Taoist temples and were guided to the largest house where we would stay for a short while.
It was a beautiful pavilion with blue roof tiles.
“You may walk freely wherever you wish. There is no other place that would be difficult, except the Cheondojeon (Heavenly Way Hall) where the secrets of the main sect are stored.”
Okam Jinin said.
He had not yet crossed the threshold of the pavilion. However, his attitude was polite.
Clearly, he was treating Jeong Yeon-shin as the de facto leader of the Iphwangseong faction, on par with the top of the Mudang faction.
Something that the fifteen-year-old boy from Shinya-hyeon, who lived close to Shaolin and the shamans, could never have imagined.
Jeongyeonshin looked at him blankly and asked.
“Is there something urgent?”
“Yes. However, since it is a private matter of the monks… … .”
Draw a line.
Jeongyeonshin didn’t ask any more questions.
Sabak.
In this way, Okam Jinin and other Taoist monks returned. Their steps were extremely hurried, but the gentle, swaying sound of the Jeunjong’s unique propulsion could be felt.
One person remained. It was Jang Bong Joo Se-hwa.
“There’s one thing I’d like to ask you.”
She spoke softly.
His words and actions were different from before. Was it because he had seen the sight of Hyun Gong Jin-in and him competing on equal footing? Joo Se-hwa asked in a completely public tone.
“During your stay, the disciples of the main sect will be there to assist you, but it is difficult to identify the sect of the main sect from afar. Is there another reason why you always maintain such a state of rebellion?”
“The same goes for the enemies.”
Jeong Yeon-shin did not bother to brag about the perfection of the Shingeombu Daeju. She just glanced at Joo Se-hwa and walked to her temporary residence.
[The junior is feeling uneasy. In this case, one room will suffice.]
Shincheonhwa, carrying a backpack, follows Jeongyeonshin next to her. The hem of her purple dress brushed Jeongyeonshin’s shoulder with a familiar feel.
The skin under Joo Se-hwa’s eyes stood out slightly in embarrassment.
“… The main sect’s Hyunangung, who has focused on the Anbeop, is currently scanning the mountain. I will relay the news as soon as Jangmunjin is discovered. However, as you know, the shaman’s mountainside is so vast and even Jangmunjinin’s Jeunjong is difficult to catch… … .”
“Please do so. Don’t be impatient.”
Jeong Yeon-shin gave a short answer and then went up to the main hall. Then she slowly disappeared through the crack in the door.
It was the beginning of a period of isolation.
The air that came from the defeatism of an eighteen-year-old youth permeated deeply into each joint of the blue roof tiles.
A sticky feeling like a swamp. And the sense of loss that wouldn’t go away also descended along with the faint fog.
since.
There was no other sound.
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There was a man wearing a bamboo hat.
It was under a sign that said, “Sangcheonggwan.”
A figure sitting roughly on the dirt floor. The end of the scabbard on his waist was pressing hard against the ground, but the empty hem of his right sleeve was just fluttering calmly.
“hmm.”
The man suddenly groaned loudly.
“I’ve been waiting for quite some time.”
A Taoist temple located more than twenty li away from Okcheongmun.
“… … .”
About a hundred Taoist priests surrounded him. Not only did they surround the open space, but they stood on the edge of the roof of the Taoist temple, and a thick pine scent spread out.
The Songmun Sword in each of their hands is imbued with power.
Among them, Jang Moon-dae-ri Ok Am-jin-in was holding a sword with his hand on the handle.
Under the hem of the robe, dust rose in a spiral to the waist and fell repeatedly.
He asked quietly.
“Is the quarantine done properly? I mean, the tactics.”
The Ok-yeop Jin-in on the left answered with a clouded smile.
“Yes, but even now, it would be better to invite the guests of Okcheonmun… … .”
“You entrust all the troubles of the sect to guests who have come to visit you for a short while after earnestly requesting it? And to those who have not even experienced a natural disaster…?”
“… … .”
“This is a matter of shame that can lead to death. The Supreme Ultimate moves freely throughout the world, but a person’s face is only seen once in this world. What would happen if Jang Moon-jin suddenly storms into the main temple? This time, he would seek the residence of the Gogeom Sa-suk, where the guest is now.”
That was when.
The man in the hat slowly rose from his seat.
“I’m a bit of a timid person.”
The moment his mouth opened, the surroundings became quiet. A wisp of wind mixed with a cloud floated around the room like smoke.
“I didn’t stop by Haegeomji on purpose.”
“… … .”
“Now that I look at it, it was an excellent choice. While taking the guests’ swords, the owner still holds his sword. Isn’t this the ultimate secret that all swordsmen should acquire? This is truly a precious lesson.”
Swish.
He awkwardly raises his only fist.
It was just a lottery ticket.
The man’s mouth formed an ambiguous smile, and the small movement of the corners of his mouth overwhelmed the surroundings like a sword wind.
“I heard there’s a crazy old man who’s into abandoned buildings here, and I’d like to join him.”
“Lies, truths, lies, lies.”
The woman on the right of Okamjin quickly whispered. She was the Okgeomjin of Taehwachilseongjon, a Taoist priest and shaman with messy hair.
Because of this, the power of the shamans that filled the room at this moment was close to that of three or more armed forces under the Shingeomdan.
It was to the extent that it should be compared to not just a regular military unit, but also the Myeolseom Unit, Yeo-ui-cheon, and Jeonseonggi Ma Gwang-ik.
You could say it’s invincible.
And the opponent is the mastermind who killed Gogeomjinin, the mortal enemy of the Mudanpa.
But Okam Jinin kept his mouth tightly shut.
‘The momentum is… ridiculously strong.’
The sword energy that transparently surrounds the inside of the body without a single point of waste. How can someone who has lost one arm still be one of the best swordsmen in the world?
The problem is big.
If ten shaman masters die, more than a thousand innocent people will lose their lives at the foot of the mountain.
It was none other than famine and the great power of the wicked. The responsibility of the shamans was always like that.
Moreover, the current situation is such that we have no choice but to assume mutual destruction.
“… … .”
Okam Jin-in made his decision in repeated silence. Before he knew it, the evening twilight was engulfing the surrounding area like the shadow of a giant’s sword.
“Are you not ready? You should have brought a flute.”
The man in the hat was slowly stroking the handle of his sword, as if his patience with pretending to be a polite guest had run out.
“… Okyeop.”
“Yes, Deputy Jang.”
“Open the heavenly gate and invite the guests.”
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How many days have passed?
It was after Shincheonhwa went out for a walk.
Jeongyeonshin flinched. She was curled up with her back bent in the thin bed. It was her own sleeping habit that no one could see.
Woof-
Suddenly, a vibration rang out from his waist. It wasn’t a thunderbolt, but a Songmun sword. The Baihui point inside his extremely thick hair suddenly became cold.
It was clear.
The feeling of the upper body’s functions being activated.
Mt. Mudangsan is said to be one of the most sacred mountains in the world and is full of mystery. It is a place covered with traces of Taoist priests who have practiced the secrets of immortality for hundreds of years. The foot of the mountain itself is close to a Buddhist temple.
It was a place that even the monstrous cavalry of the Yuan Dynasty could not conquer, so something like this was bound to happen.
Isn’t Shincheonhwa also a deceased person who originated from such a mystery?
but.
Saaaaa―
Looking back, it was strange that no one among the non-partisan figures noticed a fragrant pine scent coming from the hilt of the sword. Jeong Yeon-shin noticed it even with her eyes closed.
And then I sensed a strange presence at my bedside.
A feeling of faintly flickering like a candle.
She is not Shincheonhwa. She is not as strong as her.
Jeongyeonshin opened her eyes immediately.
“what…!”
It was a moment before my mind went blank. It was so hot that nothing could compare to it. Like a formless thunder crashing through the night sky, three words suddenly filled my mind.
Flickering in the realm of intuition.
Jang Sam-bong.
It was the name of a popular song.