The Shaman Wants Transcendence - The Shaman Wants Transcendence chapter 137

137 – Building a Nest

After some time passed, he got a reply.

『Are you referring to one of the spells that you said to seek whenever you get a chance? 』

” It is true. 』

Before Jinseong got out of Japan, there was something he told Rise in advance: to expand the power of the gentleman, manage politicians well, and collect things related to magic using their connections and money.

Of course, he didn’t ask to be massively saved.

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From the airport to the tourist destinations, it was clear how sensitive Japan was to witchcraft just by looking at the papering with yin and yang magic. If Risse openly seeks magic, there will be an investigation into ‘why he is seeking it’, and he will search the shrine down to every dust and coin to find something strange.

If that happens, the existence of the Saigo family, the Kishimoto family, and the true nature intertwined with them will inevitably be revealed on the surface.

Are you obsessed with power?

It will be possible.

Since some of the politicians have been strongly tied together, it will be possible if you use their power, and if you borrow their connections, even things that cannot be done with them will be possible. In addition, since he had plenty of money to add wings to his network, it would be easy to solve the problem.

But why would you do that?

It’s best not to cause problems in the first place.

Secretly seeking witchcraft as a network to use to solve problems.

It is far better to obtain witchcraft and fetishes for money to grease the throats of powerful men and journalists.

That’s why Jinseong asked Rise to trust him.

The most important thing is your safety.

Never ask that your identity be revealed.

Use those in power, but if it seems to harm you or is too much for you, stop doing it.

Do sorcery and fetishes secretly, so that others do not notice the suspiciousness.

And if you do get it, don’t touch it, and put it in the window well. It is only classified roughly and should never be used or practiced.

And now the time has come to see the results.

“Once I put this much together. 』

Rise took a picture and sent it.

From there, I could see the inside of the Shinchang (神倉), where things were piled up in disorder.

Originally, the ancestral rites used in shrines were supposed to be filled with objects of unknown purpose. From what looked like agricultural implements, to rags that were so worn out that even their original shapes were hard to recognize, to cold weapons that were covered in rust.

If anyone saw it, it looked like an abandoned barn in the countryside, not a new window.

At first glance, these things that seemed to be no different from junk and trash were filling up the new window, which was not that big. And in between, enough space for people to pass through was made so that they could come and go without touching them.

“Hmm.”

Jinseong looked at the picture quietly.

The old wooden walls were moldy.

It wasn’t just mold, it was mold that somehow resembled a human face.

The fungus, which seemed to have taken root in the objects attached to the wall and grew toward the wall, was in the shape of a face, as if the object had legs or a stomach, and stretched out what looked like a hand in all directions.

If you keep the image in your eyes and close your eyes, the image remains like an afterimage.Was like a sinner.

And looking at the other photos, it was even more bizarre.

Objects came out blurry as if the photo was out of focus, but oddly enough, everything except the object was clear. It was blurry, as if there was something obscuring the image only in the area where the object was located, as if there was fog only in that area.

And some photos were curved as if they were distorted with a convex lens, and some had a musty smell coming from my nose just by looking at the photos.

『They are very good fetishes. 』

It’s not just about using it, it’s a casting that can even affect photography.

It was clear that each and every one of them had terrifying power.

『How did you move? 』

『I bought a delivery robot with the money God gave me and used it. One robot breaks too often, so I bought three and use them alternately. 』

『Did you clean up thoroughly after using it? 』

『 Place the robot in the center of a room full of sunlight, and pile salt that is full of the energy of the sun at each corner of the room. And the unpurified aura was purified using the tail. 』

『Well done. 』

He sent it like that, and after a while, some pictures were sent.

『Among the things I have collected, these are castings related to youkai. I didn’t categorize them separately, so I’ll send them one by one. 』

The picture Risé sent was just as strange as the one before.

Some photos looked like they were taken with moldy lenses, some were distorted into swirls, and some looked like photos made of faded film.

Jinseong looked at each of the photos Rise sent and found four things that caught his eye.

Written on a scroll.

It was recorded in a book made of weaving bamboo.

What is written in a book made by sewing Korean paper.

Recorded by intaglio on the surface of the box.

Jinseong picked it up and sent it back to Rise.

“Unfold these, take a picture, and send it. However, you must never go near it, and you must not put it in your eyes. Make sure to use a robot to unfold and turn it over, and use a robot to take pictures of it as well. 』

『You shouldn’t put it in my eyes… All right. 』

After sending a text message, Jinseong squeezed the air and pulled the grass around him. Then he weaved the grass into a fluffy shape and sat down on the floor. He then passed the time blankly looking at the mountain where the darkness fell, and when his smartphone vibrated slightly, he checked it.

“I took all of them. Fortunately, the robot never broke down. 』

A huge amount of photos were sent along with RiSe’s simple text message.

Jinseong posted the picture upwards with basic emoticons so that Rise couldn’t see it, and when she had to scroll for a while to see it, he sent a text message to Rise.

“The picture was uploaded above. However, he can check it without knowing himself, so delete all the pictures in the messenger and delete all the pictures stored as data. A fetish, depending on its type, can harm people just by looking at it, and it can even give you nightmares. So you shouldn’t be doing this deletion yourself either. 』

『As the Lord said, I will leave it to someone else. 』

『Be sure to do that. 』

Jinseong started to check the photos one by one only after sending the text message.

‘See. I had a feeling and asked to find it, but where…’

Jinseong first checked what was written on the box.

However, as he tried to examine it carefully, his face immediately frowned.

“Oops. I can’t figure this out.”

There were texts and pictures in primitive form.

Perhaps, in order to find out this, we must leave the interpretation to a folklorist.

Jinseong did not hide the disappointment on his face and looked at other things.

The next thing I checked was what was written on the scroll.

The scroll was neatly written in Haeseo (楷書), and each letter seemed to be alive and breathing. And in the middle of the text, a monster-like figure was drawn, and the picture looked exactly like a very ugly child.

“In the mountains of Kagoshima, there is a custom that must be followed, and that is to leave fruit…” .’

Jinseong read the text slowly.

‘It doesn’t matter if it’s a small tree, but if it grows on a big tree, you must not take all of it. This was due to something that lived in the mountains, which the villagers called yamabo. It has an appearance similar to that of a newborn baby, and it also has the appearance of a child. It is about 2 to 3 feet tall, and its skin is dark, so it is difficult to find it easily in the dark mountains…’

The first part of the scroll was a description of the youkai about Yamanbo.

To make a ‘woo-i’ sound.

It is said that the person who picks up more fruit than necessary is bewitched and unable to escape the mountain.

That it has the power to confuse people’s senses and make them wander through the mountains.

They usually sit in trees, but when they see people, they hide right behind them.

And in the middle, the contents about witchcraft started to come out.

‘A certain village in Kagoshima enshrined Yamanbo as a god and wanted to gain his power. In the village made up of vagrants, they wanted the Musani nobles not only to not come to the village, but also not to know of their existence. So, he longed to borrow the power of Yaman-bo, a monster who said that he would not be able to find the way, and eventually, as a result of that longing, he gained the power to hide the village…’

The name of the spell is Yamanbo’s Tree Shade.

The effect was to hide things that were touched by magic power from people’s eyes.

‘Not bad. Except it needs a lot of fruit…’

In order to use and maintain magic, the fruit of the buckwheat chestnut tree had to be offered as a sacrifice, but the amount was unusual. It would have been enough to hide one person, but if it becomes a building or a village, it will probably require quite a lot.

But money is plentiful, and if it is not enough, it is enough to bring it from anywhere.

“Okay, that’s not bad.”

Jinseong smiled with satisfaction as he read about the cost of witchcraft written in the second half.

The price of witchcraft is that the land be devastated.

To be precise, the organic nutrients of the land within the magic range were required in return.

It’s a terrible price for farmers, and it’s a price that would have been considered a disaster even in the village where this magic was made…

Jinseong felt that this price was as sweet as honey.