The Shaman Wants Transcendence

26 – To Japan

Jinseong moved to Seoul using a series of axes. He then found a suitable three-way intersection near an elementary school, threw the jeung he had made, and memorized a mantra.

“Cheoyong, who caught the evil spirit, traveled a thousand miles, and the evil disappeared and the good fortune came.”

As soon as he cast the spell, he hid himself in his back alley, waiting for Jeung to break.

“Uh?”

“Hey! This is weird!”

“Don’t touch me! Isn’t that a cursed doll?”

“Yeah~ No~ It’s you who got cursed~”

“Yeah no~ If you touch it, you’ll be cursed~”

The children were rushing out, perhaps because it was time for school to end, and perhaps because of Jewoong’s appearance, he quickly aroused the interest of curious elementary school students and created a curtain of phosphorus. The children clamored loudly for their opinions, saying that this was a cursed doll or that it was just a magic item that someone had dropped.

“Guys, what are you doing… Oh my?”

“Oh, it’s been a while since I saw this.”

And two people came out of the school, probably overhearing the commotion. It was a teacher and a janitor who seemed to be in their mid-thirties. The teacher was startled when he saw the doll and tried to bite the children, but the janitor strode toward Jeung as if he was rather glad to see it and took a closer look.

“Let’s see, I’m wearing clothes… And I have coins. Hey, there are people who do things like this these days.”

“Mister! What are you doing dangerously!”

“Oh, Mr. Kim, it’s not like that. This is Jaewoong, Jaewoong.”

When I was young, the janitor’s words that started with ~ continued for a long time.

It was said that I saw this often when I was young, that I broke a coin and bought ice cream to share, and that I still didn’t get upset, so I took a poker from home, gave it to a taffy seller, and ate it.

Like a certain baseball player, the teacher forcibly cut off his words, wearing an expression that seemed tired of the endless stories.

“So you’re saying it’s safe?”

“Oh, of course. They’re all trying to get a blessing. If you put it like that on the three-way street and the kids break it, it’s good luck. And share the coins with the kids who broke them.”

“Ha…”

The teacher sighed as he looked at the children staring at Jeung, as if his body was itchy.

“Did you guys hear me? It’s not dangerous, so play with it and break it, and take the coins stuck in it yourself.”

“Yes!”

Then, the kids dragged Jeung to the playground and played wildly, kicking it or throwing it. And perhaps because of that, Jeung’s bundle came loose and burst out in several places, and soon he couldn’t keep his shape.

“I’m worth this 500 won!”

“I was going to take it first! Then I’m 100 won!”

“Ah… It looks like a toy coin…”

Eventually, when the children who shared the three coins were scattered, Jinseong came out from the back alley.

“The child who picked up the silver coin last has luck. It’s a really good thing.”

The silver coin itself is about 70,000 won. In addition, it was a silver coin that purified the soul in a vertical cave and contained even a little bit of the power of destruction. If you bring it to someone with a discerning eye, you will probably be able to get a double-digit amount, or a triple-digit amount if you’re good at it.

Jinseong walked to the broken Jeung and took out the tape recorder he had removed earlier and placed it on the remains of the straw.

“What was originally one is able to jump through space and time.How to go beyond empathy. Here is something that beats instead of the heart and spoke instead of the tongue in the chest, so the emperor’s white must return.”

What was left of Jeung, who had been destroyed by the principle of infection magic, and what was merely ‘remains’ or ‘remnants’, naturally flocked to the tape recorder like wind flowing along the road. Its power was so weak that it didn’t mean much, but…

“The effective method is to squeeze it until the very end.”

Jinseong put his hand to the end to maximize the effect of the magic. He placed the tape recorder on top of Jeung’s remains and turned it on.

“—Inchan Bokseong Hasha, Mina Geosin, Takae Chilbo, Gyewoosha, Gyewoosha, Eotgeye, Gilgyeong, Gyewoosha, Goddess of Heaven, Sister Gilhye—-“

He used Chukji again while listening to Cheoyongga playing on the tape recorder.

Sigh.

The destination is the mansion.

* * *

“ॐ स्वभाव सुद्भाः सर्व धर्माः स्वभाव सुद्धोऽहम्.”

Jin-seong, who arrived at the mansion, changed his clothes in his room and took a bath as he was afraid to return. This was not only an action to remove uncleanness such as ablution, but also to remove the smell from the body.

“Whatever smells is unclean, and what is unclean has a smell.”

This was because the body had a bad smell from the evil spirits that had flocked from the vertical cave. Originally, strong evil spirits have a bad smell. In a deep vertical cave where light does not reach properly, the evil spirit has been exposed to negative energy and moisture for a long time, and because of that, it has a unique smell of blood that has been completely rotten.

Maybe it’s fortunate that it smelled like blood. If there was water at the bottom of the vertical cave, there must have been a water ghost.

And when I thought about the smell, I thought of a soldier swimming on the bare bottom of the vertical cave floor.

“The smell of ghosts continues to be smelled over time. It must be really painful for your nose.”

But what can I do?

It was useless.

“I wish it had some usefulness.”

He didn’t even want a precious hostage.

At least it would have been enough if it had enough value to create a negotiating table.

‘Wonderful people are everywhere.’

Unmanned soldiers were all over Korea, as if they were kicked out because they were judged to be useless even in Japan. It was a body that caused accidents on fictitious days in Satsuma, ran around with idiots, made trouble with local residents, and caused a commotion to flirt with pretty women.

Then, when he tried to seduce the nephew of the great supporter of Yataedo Arang-ryu, a school he was involved in, he fell ill. Thinking he was a pretty outsider, he thoughtlessly pushed for it, pushed it too persistently, and was even reported to him. Out of sight, he began to receive subtle bullying, and he could not stand it, so he was dispatched to a Japanese loan company in Korea.

‘If you couldn’t recognize the person in power, you had to find out the nephew’s divine power. He is truly ignorant and weak.’

He had no chance of ever going back and taking his place. The big hand that disturbed his planting was the Japanese Shinto side.He was a religious person, and the woman he was trying to seduce was a shrine maiden who served a god. He was abandoned by the school, he was scorned by the Shinto religious world, and after all kinds of mischief, rumors spread that he even tried to mess with a shrine maiden, and he was also glorified by the general public.

Why not go and live in another area?

Japanese are exclusive.

It was clear that no one would take a good look at a warrior who moved to another area alone at a young age, and if what he did in the Satsuma area spread even a little, he would become the target of Murahachibu (violence by the local community). It could be.

So Mu-in was dispatched to a loan company with the intention of living in Korea, and luckily he got along with the people there. Mu-in regarded them as friends and opened up to them, even though he tried to live with them in his second hometown, Korea.

“Ohm.”

In the end, he had to pay for his sins.

If there was a minimum of people in the place where he was originally.

If only a little bit, even a little bit, was of value as a hostage.

If only he had been able to spit out information about the ‘martial arts performed with mana’ that Jinseong wanted by training hard.

If.

If…

“There were so many ‘if’s, but none of them fit, so it deserves to die.”

That’s just the story.

Still, I was able to pull out enough useful information, and I became a helper to help with the jeung magic, so I should consider it fortunate that it is not trash at all.

“Since I performed a blessing spell with Jewoong, Iarin will surely be caught in Japan.”

Based on the information he heard from Mu-in, Jin-seong slowly organized in his head what to do if he went to Japan.

* * *

Time passed, and the day came when the results of the hit and run came out.

“Huh? Are you Russian?”

Irene said so brightly.

“Then, I, too… I’ll go to Russia…”

This Serene followed her and set her destination.

Yi Se-Rin stood beside I A-Rin with a lighter expression, as if the problem in her heart had been resolved, and behind him, the figure of Gremory shimmering moved back and forth between the two. And Jinseong, who was watching the scene, came up with a question.

‘Why?’

It wasn’t a question that the emperor’s magic didn’t work properly, or why she won Russia instead of Japan.

The sorcery of relief is just calling for good fortune, isn’t it the sorcery that makes one’s wishes come true? It was understandable that I didn’t win in Japan as it was just to improve my luck and make happy things happen often.

However, his question was a little more fundamental.

‘Since it’s like this now, it must have been like this before the return!’

His question penetrated both the past and the future.

Incantation traces from Jeung. And the power of ups and downs and the flow of fortune derived therefrom.

All of that was flowing eastward, to be exact, as if excluding the East Sea!

Considering what he hadn’t noticed before returning, it wouldn’t be witchcraft. If it was witchcraft, even a speck of it would have been recognized even if it was a gigantic person, even if there was a difference in level from him.

No matter how low the level of authenticity was at that time,It doesn’t make sense to say you don’t know at all.

If so, it must have been a trick other than witchcraft.

‘I don’t know if I was ignorant, but I did it because I knew.’