Chapter 237
Jeokcheongang shouted loudly.
“You are the shame of the text!”
“No.”
“What do you mean it’s not! There is no one in the hundreds of years of Yeolhwamun’s history who wants to grill meat on a torch!”
“Not that.”
“what?”
“I’m not an official disciple yet, so it’s not even Yeolhwamun’s disgrace.”
A face flushed red as if it were about to burst.
I quickly put the bag on my shoulder before a louder sound erupted.
“If you don’t have anything else to pack, leave quickly.”
“This, this guy… … “
Jeokcheongang, who had been shaking his fists, let out a deep sigh.
This has happened more than once or twice in the past year, and now the King of Fire, who is famous for his filthy nature, has come to a point where he refuses to do so.
‘Ah, I’m proud.’
To defeat the King of Fire even like this. I feel like I’ve done something great.
He glared at me with a hehe smile and bowed deeply toward the seventeen urn.
“Bulcho disciple Jeokcheongang, just leave. Until then, please stay strong.”
“Isn’t it an achievement?”
“… … And I swear on this spot, I will definitely turn that child into a human offspring.”
Jeokcheongang stood up with a firm resolve in front of the 17 ancestors.
“Come on, let’s go. You brute beast.”
“wait a minute.”
I slowly scanned the huge cavity.
It is a space where I stayed for a year. There were times when it was painful enough to die, and there were times when it was joyous. He was so fed up that he even wanted to break down the stone gate and run out.
But since when?
Everything gradually got used to it, and there were more happy days than painful moments.
The relentless heat emanating from the bluish-white flames was now as cozy as at home.
“What are you thinking?”
“just… … “
what should i say about this After a moment of thought, a word came out.
“I think it would be really delicious if the meat was grilled over there.”
“Innoooum!”
I put my hand on the stone gate to avoid the Jeokcheon River, which is rampaging along the road. At the same time, as the power of Danjeon was released, the tightly closed door opened.
belt ring.
-The power of [Deterioration Art] has been confirmed.
– You can enter and exit [Yeolhwa-dong] freely!
yes, good bye
I’ve lost a lot in the past year.
and……
‘Bulcho disciple Jin Tae-gyeong. I’m leaving.’
I ran like the wind towards the open cavity. The iron balls hung in clusters all over the body fluttered like flickers.
Mt. Jiuhua has been known as a sacred mountain since ancient times.
The whole mountain is full of good energy, so it is only natural that young plants such as wild ginseng and hasuo grow. It was a gold mine for herbalists.
“Just wait and see, I will definitely dig one today.”
At the entrance of Mt. Guhwa, a middle-aged herbalist with the surname Hong tied a string of straw sandals tightly.
He had come a long way from Sacheon aiming for a big hit, but he had already been fooling around for over 15 days.
“Damn it, what kind of bastard’s young plants are all dried up… … “
The fellow herbalists who had come with him had already given up and returned. This is because even after digging from the entrance to the middle of Mt. Guhwa, I couldn’t find a wild ginseng root.
If you go up there, there is a possibility, but there lived a being more fearsome than any beast.
‘The King of Fire.’
Even the Murim people, who take killing people as their meal, shuddered when they heard his name.
I had heard before that he had single-handedly tore to death a thousand men of the terrifying Demonic Cult.
When I asked how such a thing was possible, he said that the King of Fire was a monster with three heads and six feet.
‘But he said there was no problem up to the middle. Don’t be afraid, Hong Gaya. There are only eight mouths you have to feed.’
To pay for the cost of getting here, my wife had to sell even the silver ring she had received as a wedding present. If we go back like this, how can we face that face?
match! match!
With a pat on the cheek, the herbalist made up his mind and started climbing the mountain.
And it wasn’t even two o’clock, I was faced with a strange sight that I had never seen before.
“By the way, what is pork belly?”
“Don’t you know pork belly? Is the name different here?”
“No, where are you from, why are you always talking about names?”
“I’m from Korea! Two Yuno Kimchi?”
“… … He’s becoming more and more crazy. Did you have any problems with the heat exchange?”
A tall-haired monster and a small old man come down a mountain road having an incomprehensible conversation.
The combination itself is also very strange, but the closer it gets, the more the herbalist’s eyes widen at the roar. drooling. thud! drooling. thud!
‘What is that?’
The source of the heavy sound was an iron ball chained to the monster’s limbs.
The small one was the size of a child’s head, and the large one was big enough to fit in a basket.
As a herbalist, it is inevitable to be surprised to see dozens of such heinous things hanging around.
‘What am I looking at?’
The herbalist, who had been staring blankly at it, was startled for a moment.
It was because the two pairs of eyes that had come close to his nose were staring at him.
Looking closer, the monster had a thick beard, and the old man’s face had ringworm and wrinkles that were too many to count.
“Huh uh uh uh!”
A small old man spoke to the herbalist who almost caused a game.
“hey.”
“Yes, yes?”
“Where are you going now?”
“Hey, I’m on my way to gather herbs.”
The herbalist managed to squeeze his voice.
I don’t know why, but it was because I had a gut feeling that if I didn’t answer, something big would happen.
The old man looked up and down at the herbalist and clicked his tongue.
“I was fooling around. Don’t suffer for nothing and go back.”
“Huh, is that a waste of time?”
He was alert even in the midst of fear.
Go back, if you go back empty-handed here, you will be wasting more than two months.
It shouldn’t have happened to him with a heavy burden on his shoulders.
‘This old man is unusual.’
Not only his appearance, but also his way of speaking as if he could see through everything in the world.
The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and the herbalist knelt down as if collapsing.
“Help me just once!”
“Uh-huh, what is this friend doing? What does the old woman help with?”
“no! Doesn’t God know everything!”
A look of bewilderment appeared on the old man’s face.
“… … What command?”
“It’s a divine spirit!”
The monster next to him grabbed his belly button and laughed.
“Puhaha! it’s a god Noya, three months ago, didn’t you almost become a ghost because you forgot your luck while eating breakfast?”
Puck! Quadruped!
The herbalist’s faith deepened even more when the monster, who had been laughing so hard that his throat burst, flew dozens of sheets into the old man’s fist.
‘The divine spirit has captured the evil spirit!’
Isn’t it true that a white-haired old man is much more trustworthy than a ragged monster? The herbalist begged once more.
“God! Help me just once!”
“Divine spirits are horny, and old women have no distinction. He’s already picked them all, so what can I say?”
“yes? Are you pulling? Did someone pull out all the spirit plants in Jiuhua Mountain?”
“Now you can talk a little bit.”
“Who, who did that… … “
An old man with his hands behind his back looked at the distant mountains.
“Ahhh, the weather is nice.”
“What are you looking at? It’s up to you to choose first.”
A look of despair crossed the herbalist’s face.
It was only now that he realized that the old man in front of him was not an immortal.
“Then the old man is also a herbalist?”
“yes? Well, it was like that for a few days. Picking herbs is also quite difficult.”
“It’s easy to cut people’s throats.”
Suddenly, an evil spirit, no, a monster, who had approached while brushing off the dust, suddenly intervened.
His attitude and tone were so nonchalant that the tall, broken trees behind him were colorless.
“The ancestors said that it is useless to feed young grass to a disciple, and that is true.”
“Knock it off.”
“With care like this… … “
The feeling of heaviness emanating from the old man with clenched fists. The herbalist finally realized the identity of the two.
“Mu, mu, Moorim!”
“If you know, just give up and go away. Be careful not to spread unnecessary rumors.”
The monster also gave advice with a serious face.
“Especially don’t climb upwards. They say that there lives a monster called Hwawang Jeokcheongang, and if caught, they chew, bite, taste, enjoy, and then kill him.”
“……!”
Just imagining it is terrifying. The herbalist trembled as he imagined his miserable death.
Seeing that the old man reacted similarly to his own, the Hwawang Jeokcheongang must be a three-headed and six-bill monster, as he had heard.
“You know? You must bear in mind what I said.”
“Ah, okay.”
That was the only answer the herbalist could give.
If you have already missed the player and the opponent is Moorim, if you act like a nuisance for nothing, your neck may fly off.
It was at that moment when he drooped his shoulders and cleared the way for the two of them to pass.
“Oh, wait a minute. Uncle, would you like to take this if you don’t mind?”
Swoop.
What the monster was rummaging through in his backpack was wild ginseng the size of three fingers.
The herbalist asked in a trembling voice at the unexpected favor.
“Hey, why do you do this to me?”
“If you die like this, there will be nothing left. Given his age, he must have a family to support. Where are you from?”
“Sah, I’m from Sichuan.”
“Sichuan is fun. I worked hard during the night.”
“yes?”
“no. Anyway, you came from afar, so use this to cover your travel expenses.”
The old man who had been watching the scene silently clicked his tongue.
“You bastard, don’t be condescending for giving me something that doesn’t even cost a few pennies. If a man is going to do it, he should do it big.”
“I’m really, there’s only that left, so what should I do?”
“Are you giving me wild ginseng? If possible, change her to a hermit.”
“how?”
“The value of things is determined by people.”
“Ah, there was a way.”
What kind of weird conversation is this?
When the herbalist looked at the two of them alternately, feeling possessed by a ghost, the monster suddenly let out a loud cry.
“A person who actually uses wild ginseng!”
It was still early in the morning, and the trees trembled as a cold wind blew.
Then, dozens of men appeared from down the mountain road in line with five.
A blue uniform and a scabbard worn around the waist.
At a glance, you could tell that each and every one of them was a highly trained soldier.
Ugh!”
Unlike the open-mouthed herbalist, the two were calm. The monster gently shook the hermit three-nyang wild ginseng and said.
“Sell the hermit for 100 Nyang.”
Have you ever seen a robber like this?
Just as the herbalist swallowed the words that had filled his throat, the middle-aged man at the forefront among dozens of Moorim people opened his mouth.
“I will buy it.”
The astonishment did not end there. It was because of the old man who yawned.
“Three hundred nyang. Anhui is the number one refusal, so I can pay that much.”
The middle-aged man bowed deeply.
“It’s a bargain for paying the price for disrespecting the King of Fire. I will buy it.”
The monster smiled and asked.
“Then, the successful bidder, what is your name?”
“Namgoongryong, a middle-aged man, raised his head. In his deep eyes, the dignity that only a leader can possess flashed.
“He’s the family head of the Namgung family.”
