Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 97



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 97

Service (2)

“Okay, elders! From now on, please follow me!”

“???”

The elders who were bowing looked at the young man who suddenly spoke to them with strange eyes.

And the volunteers for the dementia elderly group with Ilmok were also looking at Ilmok with expressions like, “What the hell is this?”

Regardless, Ilmok picked up a large tree from the debris that Cheonma had personally created and cut it into an appropriate size with his sword.

“Okay. Just cut them one by one into this size. Easy, right?”

What Ilmok had made by cutting with a sword was a wooden plank made of two pieces.

At Ichimoku’s instructions, several elders who had been absentmindedly observing each displayed their martial arts skills and cut down the tree.

Cheonma, who was watching the scene, frowned and asked Ilmok.

“Disciple. Weren’t you supposed to take care of them? Why are you ordering them around?”

“Master, dementia is a disease that gets worse the more you do nothing about it. You have to keep giving your head new stimulation, but even if it doesn’t get better, you can stop it from getting worse.”

Ilmok was not an expert on dementia. However, as a social worker, he often got indirectly involved with dementia care facilities.

Although I have rarely personally cared for a person with dementia, I have some knowledge about caregiving. This is because I have seen and heard about it indirectly.

“Of course, it would be impossible to make ordinary elderly people do such difficult work, but these people can easily do it. If they just use their internal energy. And the brain can be activated in the process of using their internal energy and moving their muscles.”

After pondering over Ilmok’s explanation for a moment, Cheonma decided to trust Ilmok’s handling of the matter, thinking that he would gain nothing if he lost.

“As the Heavenly Horse, I command you. From now on, you will follow Ilmok’s instructions.”

As Cheonma instructed while scattering the energy of Cheonma Shingong, the elders rose up and approached Ilmok.

Ilmok once again demonstrated cutting wood with a sword to make planks, and the elders each cut the wood in their own way.

“Then this time, dig the ground like this.”

Thinly.

“You can just bring a large tree and plant it in the dug ground like this.”

thud.

As Ilmok demonstrated by digging the ground and thrusting a tree trunk into the ground, the elders followed suit, one by one hammering in wooden posts.

“Ah. You can do this here with a little more space. Yes! Well done! As expected from the elders! Hahaha.”

Ichimoku, who had been praising them with a hearty laugh, turned his head and looked at the volunteer group for dementia patients who had been watching.

“Then I will go with Master Kang to find the elders who have not yet come here. Lord Eunwi, please teach them repeatedly how to cut trees and how to build a round hut on my behalf.”

The purpose of Ilmok was to cut down trees and drive in pillars to build a house.

If the elders are going to live together, shouldn’t they at least have a roof to keep out the rain and a wall to block the wind?

Of course, it was impossible for four dementia care volunteers to build a home for dozens of senior citizens overnight.

However, if you borrow the help of the elders, it won’t be difficult. The problem is that they lost their memories and are wandering, but if you just use your internal energy, you will have more than enough strength.

When Eunwi-gakju nodded with a trembling face at Ilmok’s instructions, Cheonma asked.

“Disciple, what should this old man do?”

“Master, your role is most important. If the elders become confused or start to run wild again, Master, you must calm them down.”

“Hmm.”

Cheonma nodded while stroking his beard with a strange expression, and continued to faintly flow the magic energy of Cheonma Shingong as he looked at the elders.

It was because he knew that the elders were behaving docilely because of the magic power of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

“If you do that, we will go and see you.”

After Ilmok left with Kang No to find other elders.

Eunwigakju coughed in vain and approached the elders.

“Ahem. Stack the wooden planks you cut earlier like this. Then, apply dirt here… .”

As expected, as a silver-clad person who had to be by Cheonma’s side, he knew how to build a house, even if it was a makeshift one.

It was a strange sight.

Cheonma was just sitting there leisurely and doing his job as a watchman, while Eunwigakju, who got involved in this because of Cheonma, was rolling around the scene with the dementia-stricken elders.

However, Eunwigakju was not dissatisfied. How could he allow dirt to get on the hands of Cheonma, the pinnacle of the new religion?

but.

“No, that’s not it. Look carefully. I was told to cut it like this.”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Phew. If I put it in there, will it fit?”

Dealing with an elderly person suffering from dementia requires extreme patience, so the taciturn Eunwi-gakju’s forehead was gradually starting to show veins.

The moment when Eunwi-gak-ju, unable to control his anger, blurted out a word.

“What the hell are you doing right now!”

“That’s right. What on earth are you doing, Your Majesty?”

New workers. No, Il-mok returned with Kang No-wa after capturing a few more elders who had been wandering around Mangaryeong.

“Even if they have dementia, they are still human beings just like us. How can you use such contemptuous language toward them?”

“That is exactly what Ilmok said. Be careful.”

“… … .”

Eunwigakju was momentarily overcome with emotion, but he couldn’t say anything because Cheonma took Ilmok’s side.

Didn’t they say that a sister-in-law who tries to stop a child is more hateful than a parent-in-law who nags at her?

‘No, it won’t work. No, it won’t work. No, it won’t work.’

Now, Cheonma was his sister-in-law, so he was a silver-haired person who could not be hated.

* * *

The same thing happened several times since then.

Ilmok and Kang Nosa roam around Mangaryeong, looking for elders wandering around the mountains and bringing them to an empty lot.

“Phew. Let me explain again.”

Eunwigakju continued to work with the elders, repeating the same explanation countless times.

They were clearing away the debris such as trees and rocks that Cheonma had blown away to make an empty lot, and they were using usable wood and dirt from the debris to build a hut.

By the time Shijin spent the day searching for Mia and the construction site, Ilmok and Kang Nosa were able to gather all the elders wandering around Mangaryeong into an empty lot.

“Whew. Now that we’re all here, I think we should give the elders some food first.”

As soon as Ilmok finished speaking, some of the elders who were staggering about and working reacted.

“Are you eating?”

The elder tilted his head, not understanding the word ‘eating’.

“I’m hungry.”

An elder who whines like a child, as if his memories have returned to when he was too young.

“Amy! Give me some food! How long are you going to let me take your orders?”

Going back to the strange memories, even the elder suddenly acting like a mother-in-law.

The reactions varied, but the elders’ behavior was unanimously pitiful.

‘If I just eat food in that condition, it wouldn’t be strange if I get a stomachache.’

It might have been a hand covered in dirt, urine, or feces.

Ilmok headed to the stream carrying the jar he had brought from Kang Nosa’s pavilion. It wasn’t difficult since he had found an empty lot near the stream to make it easier to get water anyway.

Ilmok, who had brought water in a jar, also shared the stone blocks he had brought from Gang Nosa’s pavilion with Gang Nosa and Eunwigakju.

“I think it would be okay if we each washed our hands and then fed them the food we brought.”

Her clothes and body were all dirty, so I wanted to give her a bath, but the construction wasn’t finished yet.

For now, I had no choice but to settle on just washing my hands before eating.

Cheonma, who was watching Ilmok, Eunwigakju, and Kang Nosa washing the hands of the elders, opened his mouth.

“Disciple.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Give it to me.”

“???”

While Ilmok was making a puzzled expression, the bowl and stone in Ilmok’s hands flew to Cheonma’s hands as if they were attached by a thread.

Cheonma, who had simply demonstrated the art of washing the hands of the elders, approached the jar and began washing the hands of the elders on behalf of Ilmok.

“T, Master? Just suppressing the elders with the Heavenly Demon Art is enough….”

“Oh, what great thing is it to wash the hands of those who have devoted themselves to the religion? Even while using the Heavenly Demonic Power, one can do something like this.”

As he said this and washed the hands of the elders, something amazing happened.

“I will never forget this favor for the rest of my life.”

“Lord of ten thousand horses!!”

“Thousand years! Thousand years! Thousand years!!”

Everyone whose hands were washed by Cheonma shed tears of emotion.

Even though he had lost his memories, his awe for Cheonma was deeply rooted in his mind.

For a moment, he lost himself in the extremely bizarre sight. For some reason, the back of his head felt warm, so he turned around to see Eunwigakju glaring at him as if he was going to kill him.

‘Tch.’

It seemed that Cheonma was displeased with himself for making her do this kind of work.

Ilmok clicked his tongue lightly and moved to find work on his own.

“Okay. Those of you who have washed your hands, please come here. Sir. This way! Hey. Be careful!”

Ilmok began distributing food to the elders who had washed their hands.

These were things like fruits picked while wandering around Mangaryeong in search of the elders, or snacks brought from the temple of Master Kang No-sa.

After such a simple meal.

The enjoyable construction work resumed with about twenty elders.

It was common to repeat explanations that had already been given.

“Huh! Who are you guys!”

“How dare you invade the territory of the new religion!”

In the case where he suddenly had a seizure and tried to cause a ruckus, he was a nobleman. Thanks to Cheonma’s Cheonma Shingong, he was quickly suppressed.

“Ugh. I need to take a dump.”

“It’s hard. You bad man! Don’t bother me.”

But, all of a sudden, he starts whining like a little child.

“…this.”

Beyond whining, there were even some elders who would shit in their pants without anyone knowing.

Ilmok separated those people and brought water from the stream to wash them.

‘This patient is likely to be seriously ill.’

There were mild and moderate dementia patients. And even if they weren’t moderate, if they were in a completely infant-like state like this, it would be safer to not let them do anything for a while. If their memories had returned to the level of a newborn, it would be impossible to use their internal energy.

‘Ugh.’

Of course, from the perspective of Ichimoku, who suffers from obsessive hygiene, washing the body and clothes of an old person stained with feces or urine was truly a struggle.

After barely holding back the vomit and washing the patients who had turned into babies, Ilmok led them to Cheonma.

“Master, these people are not in a condition to do physical work right now. So, please keep an eye on them and keep them company so they don’t get hurt.”

“Talking companions. I don’t know if I can communicate with them.”

When Cheonma showed a reaction of being at a loss as to how to have a conversation, Ilmok gave an example.

“It would be easier if you thought of it as just teaching a child. For example, teaching them basic characters like the character for heaven or the character for earth.”

“Wow. It’s killing two birds with one stone, as it can revive memories from the past and stimulate the brain.”

Cheonma, who understood Ilmok’s intentions, began to teach letters to the seriously ill patients who had become children.

He taught them how to write on the floor with a sword and read it, and encouraged them to imitate him.

After watching Cheonma teach the elders for a while, Ilmok started working on a new task.

He picked up some of the fallen wood on the ground, cut it into small pieces with his sword, and then began carving pictures into the pieces of wood with his sword as well.

Cheonma, who was teaching letters to the elders, glanced at Ilmok’s strange behavior and nodded, saying, ‘Indeed.’

“Are you making mahjong tiles?”

“Yes, Master. Although gambling is a harmful activity, it is because you are risking your wealth. Also, it seems to be a great help for dementia because it stimulates the brain by constantly recalling the rules and matching the pictures.”

In Korea, there was also talk that playing Hwatu (flower cards) was good for dementia, and in fact, various games such as Hwatu and picture matching were implemented in facilities that cared for elderly people with dementia.

However, since they would be more familiar with mahjong than hwatu, they made a special effort to make mahjong tiles.

“Hehehe. If you’re looking for a game that stimulates the brain, this seems more effective than mahjong.”

As the Heavenly Horse, who had been spouting unidentifiable words, unleashed the Heavenly Horse Divine Art, a strong magical energy flowed out from around him, and then the Heavenly Horse grabbed a large rock and a tree trunk that were lying around in the empty space and pulled it into the empty space.

And as the Heavenly Horse flashed and swung its sword towards the rocks and trees that flew through the air,

Tata, tata, tata.

A wooden table with vertical and horizontal stripes carved into a square shape and dozens of white and black stones cut into circles appeared.

As the master’s skill in creating a Go board and stones in an instant was demonstrated, Ilmok looked back and forth between the master and the piece of wood in his hand with blank eyes.

‘… Please do some for me too. Lethally.’

At first glance, I felt that it was somehow unfair.