A Bowl of Jjajang, The Son-in-Law of Jegalse - Chapter 594



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Breaking Star

“Take···. Heuk···. Your Majesty, Cheongun···.”

Biyeon squatted down in the grass in the corner of the Ryu family home, Cheongun’s ancestral home, and swallowed her tears.

It was because something irreversible happened due to his own mistake.

In order to bring Cheongun back to her sisters, she needed to know the internal situation of the Ryu family, and in order to infiltrate the underground where the gisaengs she had sent could not enter, she needed to divert the attention of Cheonma and the others.

That’s why I asked Cheongun-nim to stop eating and drinking and draw the attention of Cheonma and the others, but that was the cause of Cheongun-nim losing all of his memories.

The reason was that they forgot that the other party was a demonic cult member.

I was going to take Cheongunnim out within ten days of spreading the Great Law, but the Great Law was carried out simply because he collapsed from not eating.

Okso-gyo That girl at night without them knowing.

“Cheongunnim, are you feeling okay? I, Biyeon, have made some rough preparations…”

“Who are you?”

“!”

When I visited him in the morning, Cheongun, fortunately not an idiot, had no memory of Biyeon and her sisters.

The Cheongun who used to smile at him and comfort him was no longer there.

All the memories she had with him in Bokju were denied, and the Cheongun that Biyeon knew was now gone.

How should I tell my sisters about this big mistake?

I thought that if I risked my life and did a good job at this, Bopil would accumulate merit, but what is merit?

I lost Cheongun.

When Biyeon couldn’t scream for that reason and was hiding in the grass to swallow her tears, she felt a presence.

-Rust.

Biyeon quickly wiped the tears from her face and smiled.

And when she turned her face towards where she felt a presence, fortunately, it was Okryung approaching her.

“Okryong···. Hehe.”

When he saw Okryung, the smile he had forced up crumpled and tears threatened to burst out again.

As Biyeon chewed her lower lip, Okryung approached Biyeon and placed a hand on her shoulder.

And he comforted Biyeon by placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Biyeon, it’s not your fault.”

“Turn it off… Ha, but… If only I hadn’t made such a stupid request… There would have definitely been another way….”

“Because the Medicine King is in Bokju. He must have a way. Come on, if you leave for too long, he’ll notice, so let’s go. Fix your face. Even if you want to cry, just hold it in for two days. You can take him with you in two days.”

“Ah, I see···.”

Biyeon quickly fixed her face and followed Okryung to where Cheongun was.

I sincerely hope that Cheongun-nim can regain his memories.

***

“Ugh.”

Taehwaryun, the leader of the shamanist faction and the Heavenly Swordsman, raised his heavy body from his bed.

The reason why his body weighs so much.

This was because he had leaked the weather report and had been lying in a coffin chamber for months, only recently having barely managed to shake off his illness.

And not once, but twice.

But I’m old and have had two illnesses.

The new soldier shook off the pain, but his body had not fully recovered yet, so he had no choice but to groan like this.

“Did you bring what I asked you to bring?”

“Yes, Jang Moon-in. Here.”

As Cheon Geum Ja turned to the table and asked his great disciple Jang Mu Ryong, Jang Mu Ryong carefully took out a weakness from his bosom.

-Click.

As I opened the luxurious wooden box, two elixirs caught my eye.

Inside the box were two elixirs that shone brilliantly in purple and gave off a fragrant aroma.

The reason he called his great disciple, Jang Mu-ryong, when he was busy with the affairs of the sect and had no confidence.

Because he asked for the shaman’s Yeongdan Jasodan (紫霄團).

“That’s right. Good work.”

-Click.

When Cheon Geum Ja, who had confirmed the best shamanic chord, Ja So Dan, closed his chest and kept it in his arms, Jang Mu Ryong, the great disciple who had brought Ja So Dan at Cheon Geum Ja’s request, asked in a cautious voice.

“Master, I brought them because you told me to, but what on earth are you going to do with two Jasoodan? I can’t even feed them to my children···.”

It seems that he was curious about the fact that I asked him to bring two Jasodan, which were the treasures of the sect.

It’s a shame for me, but it must be even more shameful for that guy.

The question was whether it would be better to allow other disciples to take over for the sake of the shaman’s future, since he was the one who would succeed him as shaman.

But even though it was a pity, there was no other way.

Because that monk, Hyeonwon, strongly insisted that it must be brought to the temple.

“Don’t be afraid and just give it to me.

“If you feed that to your disciples, there’s no way a shaman will be able to overcome the wall for the next hundred years.”

It was heartbreaking, but I had no choice but to give it up, as the shaman monk Hyeonwon had also said that no one would be able to climb over the wall in the next hundred years.

Cheon Geum Ja answered Jang Mu Ryong’s question while soothing his bitter heart.

“The fate of the Central Plains is at a crossroads, and it is for the greater good. You don’t need to know that much.”

“Huh? Jungwon? What is that!?”

Jang Mu-ryong is startled by Cheon Geum-ja’s words.

Without answering his question, Cheon Geum Ja wrote something on a piece of paper using the writing brush and ink that was on the table, handed it to Jang Mu Ryong, and spoke again.

“You don’t need to know the details, just go back and order the elders to thoroughly train the disciples. On the date I wrote down, gather all the shaman disciples there, except for the servants working in the sect.

“I will raise the shaman’s spirit high, and it goes without saying that she will come wearing clean clothes.”

“Yes!? You mean all the disciples!?”

Jang Mu-ryong looked at him with even more surprise than before at the words to gather all the disciples and asked back in a trembling voice.

“Wh, is something big happening!?”

When I told him to bring all of the shaman’s disciples, he seemed surprised, but he couldn’t tell me the details.

After suffering for several months, I spoke carelessly and thoughtlessly, so this time I might have to change the shaman’s long sword.

“No, it’s a big deal… That guy said that the picture would look better that way….”

“A picture? What is that?”

“There is no need to know any more···.”

-Dalgrak.

At that very moment, when he was about to issue an order to his disciples to leave.

Cheon Geum Ja turned his head at the rustling sound coming from the window.

It was a sound so small that even the great disciple Jang Mu-ryong could not notice it, but when Cheon Geum-ja turned his head towards the direction from which the sound had come, he saw a very small stone the size of an eye booger lying on the ground.

The moment you see a small pebble, an important thing you had forgotten comes to mind.

Cheon Geum Ja quickly asked Jang Mu Ryong again.

“Oh my. You brought that too? I almost forgot the most important thing.”

“That? Oh? This?”

It seemed like Jang Mu-ryong only then remembered what he had asked Cheon Geum-ja.

He took something wrapped in paper out of his bundle.

And when you spread it out on the table, a fragrant aroma rises.

Three delicious ducks were placed on the table, cut into bite-size pieces.

From bottles made of flour, to sliced ​​huangguo (yellow melon), to bamboo tubes filled with sweet-smelling black soybeans.

“They told me to put the oysters and duck in a bottle, put them in a jar, and dip them in soy sauce to eat.”

Jang Mu-ryong, who had spread out the food on the table, asked with a worried expression while explaining how to eat the food.

“But… Is the meal at Jang’s house not refreshing? Is it because you stayed there too long? If you can move now, it would be better to move to the sect….”

“No, that’s not it, so don’t worry. And until the day I wrote down, there’s work to do here, so don’t worry about it. And as soon as you leave here, don’t look back and go back to the shaman.”

“Okay, Jang Moon-in!”

“Okay, then go back quickly. You’re complaining that the meat is getting cold… Anyway, go back.”

“Yes? Yes···.”

When I saw Jang Mu-ryong leaving his quarters with a bewildered expression and moving away from the main gate of Jang Yi-mun.

A rustling sound coming from behind.

-Ugh, ugh.

“Oh my, it’s delicious.”

At that sound, Cheon Geum Ja turned his head and sighed.

“Ugh… So, you’re here?”

When I turn my head, a sparkling crown of hair catches my eye.

The owner of the voice was, as expected, his own Jiwoo and the legendary monk of Shaolin, Monk Hyeonwon.

Monk Hyeonwon is sitting in the spot where Jang Mu-ryong disappeared, eating duck meat.

“No, just eat anything. Why did you send me a letter telling me to buy duck meat there?”

“Hey, you know what meat tastes like? I don’t know about anything else, but I tell you, he’s really good at cooking.”

Sitting next to Monk Hyeonwon, who was absentmindedly eating the duck meat on the table, Cheongeomja took out the medicine bottle containing the Jasodan from his bosom and spoke.

-widely.

“By the way, even so, there are two Jasododan···.”

“Tsk tsk. Why do you feel sorry?”

“Of course. I prepared it because you said I needed it, but I can’t even feed my children···.”

As it was something that could only be regrettable, Monk Hyeonwon nodded and snickered.

Monk Hyeonwon licked his oily fingers, then took out a piece of paper and a bamboo slip from his bosom and threw it on the table.

-widely.

“Hey, I’m giving this much, so what’s the big deal?”

When Cheon Geum Ja, who was curious about what on earth that guy had brought out to make him shout so loudly, looked at the table,

In the weakness were two golden elixirs similar to the one he had presented, and upon examining the bamboo slips, the writing on the outside was…

“Hey, you brought this!?”

Cheon Geum Ja was startled by the identity of the bamboo scroll and shouted.

“Now, are you okay!? If the other disciples find out about this….”

The bamboo slip that Monk Hyeonwon brought was no ordinary item.

It was to the point where I thought maybe Tangcho was a bit senile.

Then, Monk Hyeonwon grabbed a duck’s leg and tore it off, answering nonchalantly.

“If you can achieve peace in the Central Plains by giving up this much, then of course you should give it up. You idiot, if you don’t tell me, I won’t be able to look up to the heavens on my own.

“You need to let go of your greed, but you’re caught up in things like alcohol and women. Tsk.”

Cheon Geum Ja pouted at the words of Monk Hyeon Won, who was also crazy about meat, but was nagging about alcohol and women.

But when I saw what the guy had put out, I felt a little sorry for having been stingy with Jasodan.

Cheon Geum Ja, who bit his lip as if he was regretful, looked up at the sky and asked in a worried voice.

“By the way, it’s a lot brighter than we first thought. Is this good enough?”

Lastly, the star Pasquale, which was just before entering the constellation, was so bright that it eclipsed the light of the other stars.

Because of that, the remaining six stars were shaking a lot.

Much more than the two of them first thought.

If things were as they were, it would have been enough to give advice once all the stars were in place, but that was the reason why I had gathered these elixirs, so I asked.

Then, Monk Hyeonwon spat out the duck bone he had put in his mouth and said, clutching his chin.

“It is only natural that a war will break out since the general of heaven has descended, but the atmosphere is definitely fierce. I hope that with this, the six stars will be able to stand up to the general···.”

“Is that so?”

“The end of the sword of the Pagun who had been aiming at the Central Plains in the midst of freedom. Realizing that what he had done was no different from what those who had made him like that had done.

Would it be so easy to turn back the fate of Pagun, who wiped out all martial arts and martial arts and announced the end of martial arts?

But what has happened so far is just one of many paths. And if we help him this much, he will somehow manage to do it.”

“Do I have no choice but to trust him?”

“We can’t help you much. We can’t help it. Just eat meat. If you eat well, won’t you gain strength?”

“Is that so?”

While the two, with serious expressions on their faces, were sharing the duck meat, the funeral hall suddenly became noisy, and a series of injured people could be heard entering the hall and shouting.

“The Medicine King! Is there one!? The Medicine King!”

“Who called this medicine king like a dog in the village… Huh!? How did you all get so hurt!? Who did this to you!”

“Oh my, the Heavenly Horse has appeared!”

“Hey, Cheonma!?”

It was a night in which both the sky and the earth were unusually shaken.