The Heavenly Horse Who Hits the Ball - Chapter 78
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The first is the information network.
The information network that Shinmugung possesses is as dense as a spider web.
They go to every home from noble families to commoners.
If you manage just the thirty-six branches spread across the Central Plains well, you can hold the world in the palm of your hand.
The Shinmugung will be my ears and eyes.
So you will be on my side and support me from the rear.
The second one is amazing.
An energy that can transform human emotions into physical force.
The foundation of the Shingung Palace begins with that very spirit.
A dream is an idea.
It’s a collection of scams.
Magic and fraud.
They may seem similar at first glance, but they are clearly different.
Even the shaman’s clear magic could not control Chuyeon’s evil spirit.
I haven’t reincarnated into Shaolin, but I have a feeling that even with a Buddhist mind, I wouldn’t be able to control my evil thoughts.
If so, we must find that strength in shamanism.
If only we could control Chuyeon’s fraud, wouldn’t we be able to escape this damn curse?
The wind brought me here
But an unexpected event was waiting for me.
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Great shaman (大巫女).
She is the longest-living shaman in existence.
According to Shinmoe, he was alive when he was young, and was active during the previous and previous Shinmo eras.
It is said that she is a shaman who has lived for at least two hundred years.
The people of Shinmugung called her the Great Shaman.
But a problem arose with the great shaman.
The new mother’s face darkened.
Anxiety was sky-high.
“This matter must never be revealed to the outside world. Family.”
“I promise on my honor.”
The new mother nodded her head secretly.
“The great priestess has fallen.”
I knew that right away.
The goddess, who had been replenishing her energy by offering food all night, went out at dawn to greet the female shaman.
After the greetings were over, we were scheduled to leave for Beijing right away.
But the face of the new mother who returned was dark.
Seeing that he was at a loss, I had no choice but to ask.
“The great priestess has fallen into darkness.”
“dark?”
“We call the spirit and energy that governs death darkness.”
“Are you talking about a fraud?”
Death energy.
It’s the spirit of the dead.
“It’s a poem.”
Necrotic poison.
It is a poison that comes from a corpse.
A great shaman who lived for over two hundred years became addicted to a simple poison?
I thought she was really great because she was called ‘Great Shaman’, ‘Great Shaman’, but she just lived a long time and wasn’t that great.
As if reading my expression, Shinmo glared.
“This is not your average reader.”
A poet is a poet, so is there a special poet?
“She is already beyond the realm of humanity, a demigod or a great shaman without peer. The fact that such a person has been consumed by darkness means that the power of the one who governs that darkness has transcended the flow of the world to an unavoidable degree.”
What’s so grandiose?
Because it’s a city poison.
“I don’t quite understand?”
“To put it simply… it is not poison extracted from the dead.”
“Huh?”
“He came back from the dead. He’s spreading poison.”
The dead have come back to life.
Those words stung me.
Aren’t I also one of those who die and then come back to life?
Of course, this is not intentional.
“Reincarnation?”
“This is not reincarnation. This is literally dead.”
“Jangshi?”
“It’s on a different level from the common shamanism or exorcism. While shamans are ghosts on the verge of death, this darkness is a commander who controls life, death, and even time.”
Necromantic body.
The soul has no body.
However, the commander says that the soul of the dead has taken on a physical body.
In other words, it means that he was possessed.
It means that an extra-human ghost that breaks the rules of the world and can never exist in this world has appeared.
“Only the Commander can harm the Great Priestess.”
“So, the spirit of the dead possessed the living and poisoned the Great Shaman. But since the poison wasn’t the usual poison extracted from the dead, the Great Shaman couldn’t do anything about it.”
“Even the great shaman’s divine power is not controlling it well. It has strong evil spirits and is still alive.”
“A living fraud?”
“To be alive is to be consumed by fraud, to have one’s body and mind run wild and unable to move as one wishes.”
“This is crazy.”
The new mother glared at my harsh words.
“The Great Priestess is not crazy. She is fighting that fraud right now.”
An evil spirit possessing a living person’s body attacks the great shaman with poison, and the great shaman is on the verge of going mad due to the evil spirit contained in the poison.
But I’m fighting fraud to keep from going crazy.
I thought it would be so difficult to explain something that could have been explained so simply.
‘Well, even a priestess is a shaman.’
Shamans are truly strange beings.
They have a knack for deceiving people with ambiguous words and actions that seem like they know something but don’t, and if you listen to what they say at face value, you’ll lose your mind.
“So? When are you going to Beijing?”
“The great shaman wishes to see the head of the household.”
Why are you looking for me if you’re mentally unstable?
I thought so, but Shinmo must have noticed my intentions and struck first.
“Are you in your right mind? You were talking to me a little while ago.”
“You said you were going to fight the city police?”
“Of course we’re fighting. Oh! You thought he collapsed?”
“No, then it’s okay, right?”
My head tilted involuntarily.
“But why are you looking for me?”
“The Great Priestess wants to hear directly what the Master has proposed.”
Surely you’re not suggesting that we readjust the conditions?
What I have proposed are very favorable conditions for Shinmugung.
But if you want more upward adjustments here, I’m willing to compromise more as long as it doesn’t take a big loss.
And anyway, since she was the oldest person in the Shingungung, I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to meet the great shaman.
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Even while fighting against fraud, seeing him take care of the Shinmugung made me think that he really is a great adult.
“Let’s go.”
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I followed the priestess to where the great shaman was.
But as I got closer to my destination, I felt something.
‘This is… …!’
Purur.
My body was shaking slightly.
My head suddenly feels dizzy, I feel drowsy, and my body feels sluggish.
I felt like I wanted to throw everything away and just lie down.
This sudden lethargy.
It was because of the energy carried by the wind blowing from the hill.
fraud.
The spirit of the dead.
However, it was never a conspiracy plucked from the dead, but rather a conspiracy spread by an evil spirit possessing the body of a living person.
And this feeling… … feels familiar.
It was definitely a feeling I knew.
Let’s go a little further.
Let’s take a closer look and absorb the energy.
Thinking like that, I focused on my energy and moved forward.
‘If my prediction is correct… … things will go strangely wrong.’
* * *
“It’s here.”
I followed the priestess and arrived at the shrine where the great shaman resided.
The doors to the shrine were firmly closed.
There wasn’t a single ant crawling around.
That’s understandable, because the evil energy was seeping out from beyond the door, and that’s why the Great Priestess bit everyone.
If my essence was not that of a Heavenly Demon, I would have been so devious that I would have fallen for this energy and gone crazy.
“Brace yourself. You may be shocked by what you see inside the house.”
“There’s not much in this world that surprises me.”
“I will go in.”
The moment I entered under the guidance of the new mother, I couldn’t help but be surprised.
“This, this is…….”
“Are you surprised?”
“Then aren’t you surprised?”
My eyes were wide open.
A man was lying inside a white shining shrine.
But she’s a little girl.
At best, he must have been around twelve years old.
A small and cute looking girl was lying on a white fur blanket.
Next to him, four priestesses were kneeling and praying continuously.
All of those priestesses were old, wrinkled women.
It was almost like a scene of old grandmothers praying for their young granddaughters.
I looked back and forth between the girl and the goddess.
“Could that child be the great shaman?”
“yes.”
I tried it just in case, and it was as expected.
“Half-life?”
It seemed like a priestess who had lived for two hundred years would have such abilities.
“No. The Great Priestess stopped growing when she was twelve.”
“ah!”
So, he lived for two hundred years without aging, just like that little kid.
I looked at the great shaman again with curious eyes.
And I saw.
The darkness that engulfed the great priestess. In other words, fraud!
A dark aura sprouted from her chest like spider legs.
Fraud is an invisible force.
It was the first time in my life that I had seen such a fraud take shape like this.
‘Wow, that’s interesting.’
Having lived many lives, I am not easily surprised by anything, but I guess there are still many things in the world that I do not know.
I took a step closer and looked at the fraud, then flinched.
This energy is somehow familiar and not burdensome.
At the same time, an image of one person came to mind.
“Shima!”
A name that just came out of my mouth.
Corpse demon.
King of the corpses.
Shima is from the magician family.
He devoted his entire life to the practice of witchcraft.
‘This kid, he’s been doing this here?’
Shima was the one I drove out from Tianshan in Xinjiang during my time as ‘Cheonma’.
Shima is a man who has been conducting outrageous research on controlling the minds of living people, rather than using dead bodies, and making their bodies as hard as diamonds.
Even if it is a demonic cult, there is a line that must not be crossed.
Especially when I was in Cheonma, I did not tolerate any acts that betrayed humanity.
If the cult loses the support of the general public, it will have to close its doors that day.
So I kicked out Shima and removed him from the Twelve Amazons like a family register.
But now, the smell of Shima was overwhelmingly coming from the fraudster who was rushing to eat the great shaman.
Shinmo opened her eyes wide as she looked at my face.
“Sima? Are you talking about Shima, one of the twelve demon lords of the Demonic Cult?”
“Do you know Shima?”
Rather, I asked in surprise.
“Anyone who eats Gangho food cannot be unaware of the Twelve Demon Lords of the Demonic Cult.”
“Shima is not one of the Twelve Amazons…….”
I dug it up in the family register.
“Are you the Twelve Amazons?”
Damn, time got twisted during his reincarnation and Shima is still sitting in the Twelve Amazons seat.
It could be because the current Demonic Cult is different from the time I was a Cheonma. But when I saw that bastard Sima’s traces, the lid opened.
If I were to ask you to count on one hand the people you hated the most during your time as a Cheonma, that guy would definitely be on the list.
‘This time I’m going to kill you.’
When I started to exude a sense of life, my mother flinched.
“Gaju, you recognized that spirit, right?”
“yes.”
Shinmo couldn’t hide her embarrassment, as if she didn’t think I would know at first sight.
Why not?
Even though the Nanda Ginda priestesses of the Shinmugung Palace were hanging around, they couldn’t figure out what the identity was.
All I found out was that it was a scam and a rip-off.
But right now, I’m the one who’s most agitated.
Shima, that guy is coming out of here.
“……That’s a scam that Shima pulled off.”
“So does that mean the Demonic Cult is here?”
“Otherwise, the fraud cannot be explained. But how did the Great Priestess fall for the fraud?”
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