Episode 3 Strange (1)
In front of the visit where Jangju is located.
Lady Seok, the godmother of Yeonmok Swordmaster, who was waiting with an upright posture, looked up at the sound of footsteps climbing the floor.
I saw a middle-aged man with a beard wearing a shabby gi with a yin-yang diagram on his back, carrying an endorsement box filled with old books and tools.
He was the Bangsa (方士) called by Mrs. Seok.
This monk, called Myoshin, was rumored to be quite useful in Mongseong.
Mrs. Seok looked at his movements from top to bottom and clicked her tongue slightly with an untrustworthy look on her face.
The commander was in a bad mood and did not care at all.
Despite her attitude, Bang Bang didn’t show much and instead adjusted to her mood.
“Can I see Lord Jang now?”
“is it so.”
“Thank goodness. The longer the strangeness lasts, the worse the situation will become. If so, please transfer all the people within 30 yards around the main building where the chieftain is staying. “If you stay close, you might get caught in the unclean state of the Lord.”
“I did.”
What good is it that calls for a release and leave people around wondering if it is a good thing?
I’ve already cleared the area as a suitable excuse.
“If you would also step down…”
-Sigh!
At that time, Mrs. Seok slowly raised her hand and said.
“Do you remember the favor I asked you?”
Bangsa grinned and responded to these words.
“Of course.”
“great. “I believe it when they say Myo Bangsa is so magical.”
Then he lowered his voice and whispered.
“If you can find out where the lord’s official seal and rank are, I will immediately give you three hundred silver coins as promised.”
“Oh my, thank you.”
Bangsa Myoshin bows his head and expresses gratitude.
Seeing his appearance, Mrs. Seok let out a light breath.
“Whoa.”
In fact, she also didn’t really believe in magic or anything like that.
The only thing that changed was thanks to one moment,
However, I only called for the release with some expectations.
‘……If you had only given that child strength, this wouldn’t have happened.’
To think that the child of a gisaeng, who is not even your original wife, is your successor.
Resentment formed in Mrs. Seok’s eyes as she looked at the door where Jangju was.
* * *
The road leading to the main building of Yeonmok Geomjang, where Jangju is located.
Go Chan, who was standing side by side and leading the way, glanced at Mo Gyeong-un.
‘What are you thinking?’
It is certainly true that Jangju’s life is directly connected to him.
But what can you do when you see a man like that?
‘Are you sure you’re going to try to save my life?’
If that’s the case, it’s even more difficult.
I know that Jangju’s knowledge of medicinal herbs is extraordinary, but all the doctors in the area, including the attending doctor, have already given up.
It is said to be a strange place where neither the symptoms nor the disease can be accurately identified.
It means that there is no way to do anything at the time when the expression “strange” is used.
‘What on earth are you planning?’
I can’t read this guy’s thoughts at all.
‘Aren’t you more worried about this guy?’
Rather, Gochan was concerned about something else.
If I were to stand out and say something for no reason and it was discovered that I was fake, I might be in trouble even before I could change ropes with the guard.
At that time, Mok Kyung-un looked somewhere and asked.
“What are they doing there?”
“That place is a training ground where martial arts are practiced.”
The first training ground was located where Mok Gyeong-un pointed with his head.
There are a total of four training halls in Yeonmokgeomjang, including one dedicated to jogging.
The third training hall was for general warriors in the hall, the second training hall was for retainers to train their martial arts, and the last training hall first was for Confucius only.
“It’s a place to practice martial arts…”
There was interest in Mok Kyung-un’s eyes.
Seeing this, Gochan clicked his tongue inwardly.
In a situation where life and death were unpredictable, the desire for martial arts was no different from a vain delusion.
‘Do you think you can catch up with the death penalty if you learn it now?’
It must have been difficult to even walk, so it was frankly ridiculous to even think about learning martial arts and killing a top-notch expert.
At that time, Mo Kyung-un suddenly called him.
“Gochan escort.”
“Yes, yes.”
“I feel this every time I see Gochan Escort, he seems to have very desirable eyes that roll back and forth.”
‘!?’
Gochan, startled, stopped walking for a moment.
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As he stiffened and turned his head, Mok Kyung-un put his arm around his shoulder and said.
“I guess he’s not mine yet.”
“Well, is that possible?”
“We have to look ahead. Gochan escort. “Is someone going to eat them?”
‘…f*ck you bastard.’
I was truly anxious.
Mok Kyung-un’s eyes were looking directly at his left eye.
He has an expression that makes him want to rip out his own eyeballs.
Gochan walked forward, his shoulders shaking.
Mok Gyeong-un said to him with a grin.
“it’s a shame. Right?”
‘What, what?’
I feel like cold sweat is running down my back.
The more I get to know this guy, the more I feel like I’ve touched something that shouldn’t have been touched.
Gochan walked forward, trying to keep his anxious mind at bay as much as possible.
‘ah…..’
Then, Gochan noticed someone in the training hall.
In the training hall, there was a boy with a strong appearance who was taking off his upper body.
The boy, with well-developed bronzed upper body muscles, was sweating profusely.
‘Mokyucheon.’
He was Mu Yu-cheon, the youngest Confucius.
Even though he had a natural martial ability, his passion was so great that he invested all his time except eating and sleeping in practicing martial arts.
It was not for nothing that Zhuang Zhou was his favorite.
‘They live together.’
It was no exaggeration to say that the first training ground was for Mok Yu-cheon’s exclusive use.
“There’s someone training.”
In response to Mok Gyeong-un’s words, Go Chan spoke in a whispering voice.
“I am the youngest master.”
“the youngest? “Is that friend Mok Yu-cheon?”
“That’s right.”
“Is that the way to learn martial arts?”
“We are developing lower body strength through Mabo. “It can be said that the basis of all martial arts comes from the lower body.”
“okay.”
“Confucius. I think it would be best not to look at the youngest master. “We might get involved for no reason.”
“Just by looking?”
Gochan looked at him with a frown.
I’m sure he must have seen the information sheet that Howie Gam gave him.
Mo Gyeong-un’s martial arts skills are truly third-rate.
However, since he was a fake, if he did something stupid and bumped into him, he could be found out that he was a fake.
And there is a bigger problem than that.
Gochan whispered and said.
“The youngest master really hates you.”
“iced coffee.”
Mok Kyung-un nodded.
This is what was written on the information sheet about the real Mokgyeongun.
[It’s disgusting to see a lowly person criticize someone for his outstanding martial ability. It won’t happen, but if you ever run into him, he should refrain from engaging in conversation.]
I was on guard enough to write this down.
Something happened.
“Why do you hate it?”
Gochan, who hesitated for a moment at that question, whispered in my ear and said.
“……A real master belittled the mother of the youngest master, calling her a lowly gisaeng bitch, and was beaten to death.”
That was already two years ago.
I still remember it.
This is the real Mokgyeongun, crawling on the floor with his leg bones and ribs broken.
There wasn’t really a fuss asking for his life.
As such, the youngest Confucius, Mu Yuqian, truly hated Mu Qingyun.
“You seem to have a good heart.”
“yes?”
“But seeing as the limbs were left unharmed.”
‘…….’
My eyebrows furrowed.
As expected, this guy has a different thinking structure.
Even if it’s fake, it’s just like your own story.
Anyway, it wasn’t the time to be like this.
“Anyway, let’s go quickly. It is better not to clash with other Confucius at this time. “It could get really dangerous.”
Mok Gyeong-un chuckled silently at the high priest’s request.
It was a really fun place.
When you see brothers bickering with each other like this.
So they passed through the training hall and went to the main building where Jangju was.
Gochan frowned as he looked at the pavilion leading into the main building.
‘what?’
Normally, the manor’s guards would be guarding the front of the main building entrance pavilion.
But there was no one.
Now that I think about it, the surroundings were so quiet.
Not a single shadow is visible.
‘This is difficult…’
Because Zhuang Zhou’s illness was so severe, even the Confucius could not go to the main residence under Lady Seok’s orders.
Therefore, I guided them without saying anything, thinking that they would definitely stop me if I went anyway and that they would have to go back.
But this really made me see Jangju.
* * *
Inside Jangju’s room.
About a dozen red threads formed a border around Jangju’s bed, and silver coins with empty centers were flowing between the threads.
-Charang charang!
The flowing silver coins hit and made a sound.
“Hmm.”
Bangsa Myoshin, who was taking off Jangju’s top and looking at his chest, stuck out his tongue.
Usually, when they are called out as monsters, most of them have nothing to do with it.
So, all I had to do was practice magic in moderation and pass the time.
But not this time.
-bulge! Bulging!
Black veins bulged in the center of Jangju’s chest to the point where they were hideous.
At first glance, it looks like an addiction.
But what was strange was that the part continued to move.
‘It’s heading towards the heart.’
The pale area with protruding black veins was heading towards the heart.
But I couldn’t reach it yet, as if something was blocking it.
Bangsa Myoshin grinned.
‘An unmanned person is an unmanned person. The vitality is so strong that negativity cannot penetrate the heart. If it was this strong, he should have been eaten already.’
It was holding up well.
But that too was definitely alarming.
Judging by Jangju’s physical condition, he was weakened as it had been a long time since he had been imprisoned.
‘It’s half and half.’
At this level, even if the negativity was purified, there was a 50% chance of survival.
There was nothing more difficult than repelling negativity and flesh at the same time.
But there was no need for that now.
‘I just have to do what I’m asked to do.’
The request was not to save Jangju from a monster.
Before the chieftain died, all he had to do was make him tell where his official seal and secret letter were.
Bangsa Myoshin took out an amulet from the endorsement box.
Bangsa Myoshin took out the amulet and poured red ink onto the inkstone he had prepared in advance.
-Tuk-tuk!
Myoshin dipped his brush in red ink and began to engrave letters on the amulet.
To draw a stroke,
It took the form of a ghost.
Myoshin chanted something in a low voice.
“Heavenly Emperor (天帝釋章)……Padaecheongang (佩帶天剛)……Five evil evil spirits (Five ways of evil)……Has no hope (何不消亡). ….Biseonilheup (飛仙一吸)…..Many ghosts (萬鬼伏藏)…..Great Gangdaeseong (大剛大聖收入鬼心取氣).”
-Purrrrr!
It was strange.
The tip of the amulet trembled alone.
Bang Myoshin, who trembled with the amulet, attached it to the strange object in the center of Zhuangzhu’s chest, which was constantly pointing towards his heart.
-widely!
It was that moment.
-bulge! Bulging! Bulging!
Black veins began to sink around the place where the amulet was attached.
Then Bangsa Myoshin made a hand seal.
-chuck!
[Lim]
Lim, who brings the index fingers of both hands together and holds the rest tightly together, means the person who is imbued.
[Soldier]
With the index finger supported, the middle fingers that were intertwined were spread out and brought together.
Together with him, I began to memorize the Guardian Salju.
“General Socheonghyeondanhyeonho memorial service, Hyeonhwageumsin, golden armor, god of disaster, revolution, great thunder god, Suji-dong Cheolgashaeryeon, handmade sagwi true fairy, estuary jegojucheonjeong, seven treasures of suhwagaetonghaeng…”
As he recited the Suhosalju, Jangju’s body convulsed.
Light steam began to flow from the area where the amulet was attached.
[dog]
I clasped all my fingers together.
It means someone who stays out.
Then, Jangju’s uvula, which was lying down, bulged out.
As a result, Jangju’s face turned red, as if his airway was blocked.
Seeing that, Bangsa Myoshin’s expression hardened.
‘The flesh is too strong.’
Bangsa Myosin, who was making the hand sign, got up from his seat, made the hand sign of the sword with his right hand and placed it on the head’s uvula.
And then I continued to memorize the Guardian Salju.
“Bongcheonghyeondanhyeokhowonsugangraeim chamyojesabulryujeong new byeonghwa salary rate…..”
It was even before the guardian assassination ended.
-Kkiik!
At that time, Jangju’s door, which had been closed, slowly opened.
Thanks to this, the three red threads tied to the door came loose and silver coins fell to the floor.
-Chararalalang!
‘this!’
It was that moment.
-Paang!
“Huh!”
Bangmyoshin’s body bounced back with a strong rebound force.
The force was so strong that he didn’t know how far he would bounce, but then someone grabbed his back.
-Park!
Surprised, Myoshin turned his head.
The person who captured him was a very kind and handsome boy.
The boy was none other than Mok Gyeong-un.
Myoshin, who was speechless for a moment because of his tall appearance, was angry at being interrupted and tried to throw a tantrum.
“I told you not to let anyone in, so how…!?”
-Startle!
However, Bangsa Myoshin could not remain angry until the end.
This was because I found Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes unwavering, almost like a dead person.
‘How can a living human have eyes like this?’
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