Return of Mount Hua Sect

A mountain has to be crossed to be meaningful. (3)

A whisper was heard.

"challenge?"

"that… … Well, yes. If this happens, will the shamans challenge the volcano?”

“Hey, this guy. anyway it is Does that make sense?”

“Huh. what did i say wrong? Isn't that the case, the situation! If a shaman doesn't care about volcanoes at all, what are you asking for a secretariat?"

“It is, but… … I'm still a shaman!"

The merchants must have been whispering quietly, but there was no way they could avoid hearing Sanja Heo.

'this.'

Heo Sanja sharpened her teeth without realizing it.

To create an unavoidable situation, I dared to attack the top of the gold line and speak out in the presence of merchants.

It was because the elders of Hwasan, who had little experience in Kang-ho, thought they would never be able to escape this trap.

But... … .

'That goofy bastard!'

That young sage completely twisted his plans.

Of course, with a little thought, it may be an improvisation that anyone can come up with.

However, the shaman personally leads his disciples and asks for a secret dance in front of them.

'It's nonsense.'

Not to mention the late Jisoo, even elders of any clan tend to get nervous the moment they hear the name of a shaman.

Even those who usually boasted that shamans were nothing special would have their eyes darkened when Heo San-ja and the shaman's disciples were in front of them.

But how the hell did that guy come and eat, so he casually threw the shaman into the trap?

'I thought he wasn't a normal guy from the sword gun.'

Heo Sanja let out a low voice.

Horses are like water, and once they run out, they cannot be picked up again.

No matter what words he tries to avoid now, the word “challenge” entrenched in the minds of those merchants will not be erased.

“It’s a challenge… … .”

As soon as Heo San-ja opened her mouth to somehow manage, Cheong-myeong struck the player again.

“Yeah, it’s natural. Actually, the shaman is famous, but the history is rather short. Since Hwasan is the ancestor of Taoism, I can only help you that much... … . town! Oops! town! what, what... … . Whoa!”

In the end, the crowd of Baekcheon, who were holding Qingming, became terrified and quickly shut their mouths.

Even Baekcheon shoved the fabric he had prepared somewhere in his mouth, and wrapped the rest around his mouth.

"under… … haha. sorry. Did this guy get the heat? … . Oh, it’s hot, it’s hot.”

As if waiting, a cool wind still blew.

But Baekcheon continued to fan as if it was still hot.

Heo San-ja's face at the sight was finally twisted.

It wasn't a big deal, but the smile he had maintained while pretending to be gentle somehow slowly disappeared.

'That guy... … .'

If there's one thing a shaman doesn't want to hear from Hwasan the most, it's talking about history.

The volcano is a forward wave that can be said to be one of the enemies of the Jungwon Taoga. Among them, it is a place that has inherited the legacy of Bhawa-Tong (郝大通), which is one of the famous seven children in the world.

Now that all the schools established by the other Jinjin Chilja are in decline, the enemy of Daoga that has succeeded the Jinjin is undoubtedly a volcano.

On the other hand, shamanism was founded by Sambongjinin (三丰眞人) in his later years, and its history was not very long.

If you want to ignore it, you can ignore it, but the aftertaste was inevitably bitter, so I didn't want to mention it. But that damn bastard grabbed that part and opened his mouth.

And where everyone else hears it.

"haha… … . I'm sorry, Elder. I can't teach properly after being a disciple... … .”

“… … .”

Did I say that you hate your sister-in-law more than your mother-in-law who beats you?

As I watched the phenomenon of saying I'm so sorry I was going to die, a thousand dollars soared inside Heo San-ja. Rather, if that damn bastard openly ignored the shaman, or if these elders had been bluffing, they wouldn't have been so upset.

However, they are slurring the inside of people as they slowly bring out the words they hate to hear the most. Heo San-ja's long-standing discipline was slowly crumbling under this clever deed.

“Okay… … It's okay. I am not foolish enough to be offended by what the young disciple said ignorantly.”

“Thank you so much for your understanding… … .”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

At that moment, the cloth that was covering Cheongmyung's mouth was mercilessly torn and scattered in the air.

"What? what? What did I say wrong?”

“Ahhh! Shut up your fucking mouth, you bastard!”

Baek Cheon tried to cover Qingming’s mouth again with both hands, but he opened his mouth wide and bit his hand.

“Aaaaah!”

When Baekcheon grabbed his hand and stepped back, Qingming quickly opened his mouth without missing the opportunity.

“No, Sasuk doesn’t seem to know very well, but is there anything wrong with what I said? You need to know the history of the monks! I wasn't going to say this until the end, but in fact, if you look at the Sambongjin people, are they also disciples of Hwasan? Sambong Jang climbed a volcano on the island and studied with the Hwaryongjinin, and based on that, he became a shaman... … .”

"mouth! mouth! mouth!"

Now even the disciples who grabbed Qingming's arms and legs were terrified and closed Qingming's mouth.

Yoonjong and Jo Geul shut their mouths, while Yuiseol slapped him in the head. Even Baek Ah slapped Cheong Myung on the cheek with her two small front paws.

"town! Whoops! Oops!”

Qingming opened his eyes and protested, but this time the other disciples were desperate like never before.

When Cheongmyeong was suppressed to some extent, Hyunjin looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and apologized again with earnest regret.

“… … I'm sorry. Because that kid doesn't know... … . I will teach you for sure.”

Heo San-ja did not answer at all.

It used to be said that when people get too angry, they can't even say a word, and that's exactly how I felt right now.

The reason he has reached the end of his fever now isn't because Chong-myeong was talking nonsense. Because that was true to some extent.

They also do not know exactly all the details of the investigation. However, among the rumors floating around, there was a clear story that Jang Sam-bong, a shaman's investigator, was educated by Hwaryongjinin at a volcano in Shaanxi.

'Damn it.'

That's why I didn't want to mention it any more. In the end, it is no different than acknowledging that Taoism has its roots in volcanoes.

Heo San-ja's eyes looked at the merchants again. Seeing the subtle expressions on their faces, I sighed in frustration.

'I thought only swords were scary.'

Considering the new weapon he showed in the sword gun and his performance in the non-dance contest, there was no reason not to acknowledge that volcanic divine dragon as the best weapon in the midfield.

But as a result of what I saw today, the scariest thing about the volcanic divine dragon was its three-inch tongue.

Heo San-ja looked at the elders of the volcano and internally grinded his teeth.

'this… … .'

Contrary to the phenomenon of not knowing what to apologize for, Hyunyoung's face, taking a step back, showed a hint of calm.

I don't know if he couldn't hide his expression, or if he was doing that on purpose, but either way, he was angry about every single thing.

pudding.

At that time, Heo San-ja shuddered at the sound from behind and came to his senses.

'You idiot... … . What are you going to do when you are caught in such an obscure quarrel?'

He would never have been angry about something like this. Clearly, there was something about that young sage named Cheong-myeong that made people twisted.

The same word means that the moment the face and the tone are added, the words are no longer the same.

“Whoa.”

Heo San-ja, who calmed his mind with a short breath, looked at the elders of the volcano again calmly.

If you do dance with a heart full of anger, you will be far from getting the results you want. From now on, I had to calm down. That way, the disciples will also be able to calm their anger.

"Hahaha. That's right. So, I came here with the intention of learning a few things. How is it? I know that Hwasan also doesn’t have many encounters with the same Taoist family, but wouldn’t it be of great help if I could get along with my shaman’s disciples on this occasion?”

“Ugh.”

He said that the phenomenon seemed to be troubled for a moment.

“Thank you very much for the suggestion.”

Heo San-ja's eyebrows twitched at the unexpected words.

'You're leaving here?'

Couldn't that be?

“However, this is not something that can be easily decided in the absence of a long writer.”

“Even if the volcanic old man had been here, he would not have objected. Above all else, isn’t this work for the disciples?”

At the words of Heo San-ja, who gradually narrowed the place to retreat, the phenomenon shook his head.

“It’s not like that. A volcano is a sect that does not decide on anything alone. I understand your suggestion well, so I hope you will give me time to discuss it with my students.”

“… … Are you saying you were having a discussion with your disciples about this? As far as I know you are the only elders of the volcano... … .”

"Yes."

“But do you really need to?”

“I don’t know what a shaman is like, but a volcano does. Because living longer doesn't mean you know more, and just because you're in a higher position doesn't mean you're wiser.”

Heo San-ja was at a loss for words.

'What kind of clan the elders consulted with the disciples to decide the big or small of the clan?'

This was unheard of in my life.

“So, please give me a moment.”

"Yes. If necessary, do so.”

Phenomenon briefly swooped and stepped back. As the phenomenon approached the rear, the disciples of the volcano rushed around as if they had promised. It seemed that those words were not false.

"haha."

Heo San-ja looked at the scene and burst into laughter at the extreme sense of incongruity. And he too turned and went to the disciples.

“Elder.”

Mujin stepped forward and slowly opened his mouth. There were many things he wanted to say, but Heo San-ja had only one thing to say to him.

“Mujin.”

"Yes."

“They will have no choice but to accept this secret service in the end.”

"Yes."

"so… … .”

He licked his lips slightly and continued.

“Don't finish it the way you originally planned it. It must be completely shattered!”

Mujin flinched at the firm voice.

“… … Is that so?”

"Yes."

“However, they are still two great disciples. Of course, there are great disciples, but even so… … .”

“You don’t understand.”

“… … Yes?"

“Do not follow logic and morality and must be crushed.”

Mujin couldn't find anything to say back, so he closed his mouth.

'It's the first time I've seen an elder like this.'

Heo San-ja's face, which was always full of leisure and gentleness, was as hard as a general on the battlefield. Looking at her face, I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"All right."

Hearing the answer, Heo Sanja glanced at the volcano. The disciples of the volcano who had gathered together were chattering and talking.

- Could you stop the running water?

'Jangmoonin.'

Until I saw it with my own eyes, I didn't know exactly what it meant. Hana Do-jin Heo was sitting there watching what he had not seen.

'I don't know if that's the right flow.'

However, it is certain that the momentum of the flow is insignificant. Water is, after all, a way to flow somehow. In the end, right or wrong, it will become a river.

'Even if you see blood, you can stop it here.'

In the eyes of Heo San-ja, there was a cold life.

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