The Shaman Wants Transcendence - The Shaman Wants Transcendence chapter 122

122 – Making a Man’s Net

Jinseong, who came out of the store, went into the shade and closed his eyes.

“Om Sabababa Sudasalva Dharma Savababa Do Ham (ॐ स्वभाव सुद्भाः सर्व धर्माः स्वभाव सुद्धोऽहम्).”

Sparkling sparks leaked out of Jinseong’s eyes when he closed his eyes. The flame desperately pulled itself out of the eye as if a thread snake was trying to get out of the devil’s mouth, but soon disappeared as if there was an abyss inside the eye.

Instead, fragmented sparks flowed like tears from his closed eyes, and the fragmented heat from Jinseong’s mouth as he recited words scattered into his breath, creating a thick white breath.

It resembled steam, and also resembled smoke.

When magic was added to the eyes of Jinseong, which were strengthened by magic, the closed eyes showed a certain scene.

The first thing to show was the appearance of a liquor store announcing the closure.

It looked like a tiny bug looking up from the floor to the top of the store.

“—-“

Jinseong uttered a sound as if it were now. In a way, it was close to a high pitched sound, and it resembled the terrible sound of scratching a blackboard with something sharp. And when the sound came out, the darkness created by his eyelids again covered his vision with a crisp sound.

However, another scene came in as if the CCTV was turned on.

This time, it was a liquor store with a mean-looking owner.

He was holding a mix of cheap liquor and expensive vodka in the store’s cellar.

When one bottle of vodka passes through his hands, it turns into four bottles, so I wondered if this was the alchemist who realized the legendary ”Golden Law”.

There was something real added to it that I couldn’t tell whether or not it had been done for a long time, but there were bottles filled with alcoholic beverages that were infinitely close to fakes. If Viktor were to see it, it was a scene that would have been enough for him to take terrible revenge using his personal connections in a rage, saying, ‘Even the idiots who ate supplies during the Soviet Union didn’t do this sh*t with alcohol.’

Jin-seong, who watched it with the eyes of a bug, made a sound once again.

“—!”

However, the sound this time was a little different from before.

If the previous sound was just sharp, this time there was something rhythmic in it.

Padduk.

The bug moved as Jinseong’s advice said.

The bug, which had been watching the shopkeeper from the corner of the cellar, flapped his wings and took flight, then went to the spilled alcohol on the floor and burned up with a popping sound.

With that, his vision fell into darkness again, and Jinseong muttered as he opened his eyes as if it were now.

“Life is like the words of Saeong. It will be a blessing if all the fake alcohol you made disappears and the store burns up and loses money.”

Jinseong muttered as if he had shown his mercy.

* * *

“It’s on fire.”

Viktor went to a liquor store to check for fake alcohol and throw it away, and saw that it was burning with black smoke.

The momentum of the flames is quite strong, and the store is completely destroyed, no matter how lucky you are, half the fireIt seemed to be. In such a situation, it was not to his liking to intervene by threatening punishment rather than finding fake liquor.

However, I didn’t have any desire to help as it was a fire in the house of the guy who committed the terrible crime of selling fake alcohol. That’s why Viktor forgave the owner for selling fake alcohol instead of scolding him, didn’t intervene even though he could put out the fire, and turned away without doing anything even though he could have called the fire department.

“Oh my, oh my!”

I heard the shopkeeper’s song behind me, but did that matter?

In the midst of overflowing work to do, I didn’t want to save the one who was punished.

‘It’s a punishment, a punishment.’

As Viktor turned and walked away, he remembered something and stopped for a moment.

What came to his mind was Jinseong.

And he was an asshole Nazi bastard from Ukraine.

‘Hmm.’

When Viktor didn’t know about Jinsung’s existence, he had acted as the criminal of the Azov Battalion in Ukraine as the culprit of the human sacrifice ceremony. And he asked his comrades to testify that they did sh*t in Russia in connection with the Japanese shaman, and he talked about his plan to retaliate against Japan above and even got approval.

‘Come to think of it, is Japan really the culprit?’

The one who stopped Viktor’s sword skill was Jinseong, and the guy who performed the ritual was the Irish guy.

Are there elements of Ukraine and Japan intervening here?

He pondered for a moment.

And concluded

‘Well, it’s none of my business.’

It doesn’t matter what happens.

Well, what if the guy who performed the ritual was an Irish guy?

Could it be that he got help from the Ukrainians and the Japanese?

‘The place of the ceremony was very grand and it looked like it was covered with money, so it’s very likely.’

And what…

Or not.

* * *

Someone said

The sky, which had been shining with starlight, was covered with darkness by people.

However, this only happened because people made the stars on the ground with their own hands.

As the saying goes, it was difficult to find stars in the sky of a civilized country.

It was covered in acrid soot, and even the moonlight was dim, let alone the stars.

The only things that look like stars are satellites.

Korea was also like this.

The sky in Seoul is black, and only the moon hangs alone.

The lonely-looking moonlight seemed to float and shine on its own, adding to the chilliness, and even though the seasons changed and continued to change, only the moon could not help but stand and watch it, so I had no choice but to change its shape alone, pierced by the loneliness. .

The star that should be placed next to you is embedded in the ground in the name of a street lamp, and the light you need to see while walking around the earth with you is the light from your cell phone, the light from a building that is lit up during the night shift, and countless other people active at night. A person turned into an electric light and left the moon.

Lonely and really lonely.

But some say

No matter how much it is covered by a veil, the essence remains the same.

Even in the dark, if you have eyes to see through it, you can see the truth.

AndHere, there was someone who could see through the truth.

An old man was sitting cross-legged on the roof of a high-rise building in Mok-dong, Seoul.

He stood cross-legged with his back straight, gazing at the sky.

A sky where the hazy moonlight covers the sky and only darkness is visible.

The flowing clouds are dyed in darkness to create a three-dimensional effect, and the lights of airplanes and helicopters floating in the sky look like fireflies even in the middle of the night. And the warrior’s eyes, strengthened with long training, pierced such darkness and dazzling light, and captured the essence beyond the veil as it was.

He saw a sea of stars in his eyes.

I saw stars grouping together to form rivers, and I saw stars scattering and creating shapes as they each emitted light. I saw it flowing along the sky in the shape of a constellation, and I also saw that the light weakened and strengthened repeatedly, demonstrating its own presence.

The old man, who had been silently closing his eyes to the trajectory, murmured.

“Chunki is really not good.”

He muttered with a serious face, like an ancient guru who read the future by looking at the sky, or like a prophet who foresaw the future by mastering the principles of the sky. He saw the stars reflected in his pupils and admired the pictures they created as they flowed.

“The energy of the tree will grow stronger day by day. This is a truly terrible thing because only Japan benefits from it. We have lived with only patriotism in mind, but how can Korea’s national fortune flow like a flashlight?” “

The old man muttered with a sad face.

It was similar to that of a Taoist who had practiced the Tao for a long time and realized the reason.

However, the sword he wore next to him showed that he was a warrior, and the stone-like calluses and splendid muscles that did not match his age showed that he had reached a state of nobility.

However, this serious atmosphere was soon broken.

“It’s f*cking sick.”

It was because the old woman who opened the roof door of the old man and came up and spat curses at the old man.

The old woman yelled at the old man who was sitting cross-legged and holding a lot of weight.

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“You’re like this senile old man. You’re talking nonsense about topics that even the ‘master’ of witchcraft doesn’t know!”

“Uh-huh! What a senility!”

At the old woman’s screams, the old man got up from his lotus position and screamed.

“Originally, at this age, you can read the will of the sky to some extent! Besides, I trained my mind as a warrior, and I have read the Secrets of Tojeong, so I can read as much as I want!”

“Oh, you crazy old man. Why did you keep practicing the knife you were used to? Why did you become obsessed with strange things in your later years?”

“You’re in your last years! How long do you live, you’re already in your last years!”

“Looking at you doing strange things, I think it’s time to die, but that’s the last years!”

aaagh!

“Keep!”

The old woman put qi in his hand and hit the old man hard on the back.

“Oh, old man! He said he would hand over his company to his son and devote himself to the activities of the Hongik Patriotic Corps! He’s stuck on something strange!

“Ahhh! This hag is real! How good I am at reading the heavenly gi!”

Aww!”

The old woman hit the old man on the back again.

“A human who doesn’t even know the basics reads the heavenly gi! What? What about the tree? You man!They both have the nature of wood! So, what about Japan and what about wind lanterns! Everyone who listens will be ashamed to death! Stop trembling and go in and practice swordsmanship!”

The old woman continued to nag the old man as she pushed him down the stairs.

“Oh, really. Who is that after a while? Lee Yang-hoon, yes, Yang-hoon Lee’s child said that he was going to have a coming-of-age ceremony, huh? He said that there. How embarrassing would I have been to walk around without raising my face? Huh? If you said something like that, I wonder what other people would have thought. That old man has finally become senile. He became senile, passed on the company to his son, and became an old man in the back room. Didn’t he think like this, huh? Oh, I can’t live. I can’t live. Alive. How can this old man become like a child because he gets older?

There was a picture of a sword standing tall behind the two of them disappearing down like that.

It was the logo of the Korean chaebol group, the Ilgum Group.