Heo Gunpil Center - Chapter 119



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Episode 119. The Beginning of Autumn: Salty and Sassy (4)

“Kill them as soon as you catch them!”

“What the heck! How the hell did those guys get out here!”

“Take care of your little brother first!”

As soon as the iron gate was torn down, the gang members who had heard the sound rushed out and shouted. They were blocking the way in a circle, so there was no way to break through.

“Kill me right now―”

“for a moment!”

Just as the ones at the front were about to charge forward and shoot, Geonpil shouted.

As if they were playing tag as kids, the moment he shouted, all the members of the organization who were about to rush in suddenly stopped in their tracks. I don’t know why. It just felt like it had to be that way.

“president?!”

“Oh my, it’s been so long that my memories are hazy. The one who carried the deceased to the grave… the one who carried the deceased… the one who carried the deceased to the ten o’clock king…?”

In order to jog his memory, Dokdo recited a shaman song to the rhythm of our land. After recalling everything from beginning to end, he shouted again as if to tell them to come running.

“Ah, okay, okay! I remembered everything! I’ll take my seat at the first stage— bang, bang! bang!”

But this time, when I tried to sing the proper song, a squeak came out.

Jang Mi-mi, who was watching from behind, asked Pi Ju-hee a question.

“… … Are you tone-deaf, boss?”

“You’re not tone-deaf, you just have trouble holding the rhythm and miss the beat a bit.”

“Yeah, you’re even a Park Chi-wook.”

Finally, after clearing his throat and finding the right note, he opened the fan.

“Hey, man, you’re the one who climbed up onto the steps!”

Clang, clang.

Wireless and Mu-ryeong connected by silk. Gun-pil shouts with his face covered by a fan.

“After receiving the road rites and auspicious rites, I held the forty-nine day rite for seven days and the hundred-day rite for three months and ten days. I bid farewell to the inner hall, bid farewell to my hometown, and go up to the mountains to live and weep in sorrow. Mangje-ya, to which great king are you now?”

When the bier goes to the cemetery, a ritual is held, and when the ancestral tablet is rewritten in the ancestral shrine, a ritual is held. When it has been over seven days, a forty-nine-day ritual is held, and when it has been over three months and ten days, a hundred-day ritual is held. When leaving the house where one lived, one bows to the house god, and when leaving one’s hometown, one bows to the spirit of the land.

Then, the soul of the dead will not have any thoughts of this world while being judged by the ten kings of hell.

“The first king, Jin Gwang, the second king, Cho Gang, the third king, Song Je, the first king, Oh Gwan, the first king, Yeom Ra, the sixth king, Byeon Seong, the seventh king, Tae San, the eighth king, Pyung Dang, the last king, Do Si, the tenth king, O Do Jeonryun. Mangje who went to the ten kings.”

However, this dance is a song to honor the spirit of a ghost god who could not even go to the afterlife.

There are no shaman costumes, no shaman music to match the shaman song, and no shamans to assist with the ritual. But it was a gut with good results. A perfect gut.

“If you can’t come… … .”

None of the members of the organization could move a foot. The staff were the same. They were strangely and strangely drawn in. They couldn’t take their eyes off of it.

like-

“Please give me a round of applause before you leave.”

Just like when I first encountered his spirit.

Jjang.

And then the moment happened.

“What is this, what, what is this aaaaah!”

“Eww!”

“Get off! Get off!”

The members of the organization, who had suddenly come to their senses, rushed at Gunpil again. They were about to rush at him.

None of them could move their feet.

hand.

What broke through the concrete floor were dozens, hundreds of hands. Hands that they had once torn off, cut off, twisted, and cut off. Torn, twisted, bloodless, blue and pale, those hands were shackled to his feet and legs and would not let go. They shot at the floor and swung their extensions to try to shake the hands off.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Ugh, kkaaaaaaaaaah!”

But those hands are intangible. They exist but do not exist!

As they attacked, their legs were hit by ricocheting bullets and were impaled by extension projectiles.

Taang!

“Huh, huff… … .”

And… …there is always someone who has a good sense.

Only one of the gang members fired a gun.

Best wishes to Geonpil.

Gunpil tilted his head. The bullet narrowly missed his neck and passed by. Blood gushed from the skin where it had been grazed. Blood flowing from the torn wound soaked his shirt.

“Good. Not bad.”

Jjang.

Gunpil, who had thrown the spell along with the wireless, approached him.

“But.”

He said with a sly smile.

“You should have aimed for the heart.”

widely!

He put a gohwangji on his forehead. He swept the blood flowing down his neck with his finger and drew a line.

“S-save me—AAAAAAAHHH!”

The body of the organization member rolled on the floor. No, since his ankle was grabbed by a hand, he should have knelt down and twisted his body. Gunpil didn’t know, but he was the organization member who found the magic tool in the money bag.

“president!”

“Boss, have you ever been a shaman?!”

As the employees rushed in, Geonpil clicked his tongue.

“That’s not it. I learned it from someone I knew before by looking over their shoulder. If you write it like this, you’ll get a discount.”

“Still, good… … .”

Boss?! There’s a wound on your neck!

Pi Ju-hee, who discovered the wound first, screamed. Because the screams were so loud, they couldn’t even confirm that Heo Geon-pil had been shot.

“Is that a gun?! Boss!”

“Okay, don’t overreact when it’s not even a scratch.”

“Geonpil said after cleaning the wound and making sure the bleeding had stopped.

Jincheol, who had been hiding behind the wall, asked while moving his trembling legs. He kept rubbing his bloodshot eyes.

“What is this… … what is this… what is this situation… … .”

When Gunpil first shook the bell, he thought Gunpil was crazy. And now he doubted his own sanity.

As he said, he was an atheist. He did not believe in anything that had the word ‘god’ in it, and he did not believe in ghosts or superstitions along with gods.

But now. If not God, what can explain this scene?

It was like witnessing the scene of corpses’ hands sticking out from under the cemetery.

Hands as colored as concrete, strangely bent, were grabbing the insteps and ankles of the organization members, but Jincheol’s eyes could not tell where the truth began and where the lies ended.

‘A shaman?’

He didn’t even notice Gunpil’s scar. He had never heard of a shaman being able to do something like this. No matter how brave and powerful they were, they wouldn’t do this.

“I told you, you’re not a shaman?”

Geonpil guesses as if he knows just by looking at the expression on her face.

The three employees glanced at the weapon thrown on the floor.

“… … I can’t leave any evidence behind. I just borrowed the method.”

Knock, knock, knock!

“Boss! Come on!!”

Soon, footsteps were heard again across the vast factory.

Certainly, the number of people gathered here is small considering that they are all members of the organization. The employees who read the signs are ready.

“Tch, I don’t want to meet you again already….”

Geonpil shed the shamanic paraphernalia once more.

I have a strong desire to write, but… if I continue to write in a way that is harmful to people, I will truly be punished. I will be seriously ill.

“There it is!”

“Hey, these kids, why are you like this?! Were you weak?!”

The members of the organization who appeared with the chairman of the Ssangryongpa shouted at the sight of the group that had fallen earlier. They attacked themselves and each other as if they were under the influence of drugs. It was a horrifying scene even for the chairman. He shouted.

“… …Shoot! Shoot him to death―”

“Oh, camellia that bloomed like a fairy tale!”

Faster than that, Geonpil.

Gunpil stretched out his hand and shouted.

“At the call of this Dharma Master… … .”

“president?”

“Hey! Come out!”

The three employees were curious as to why Geonpil was shouting out the name of the magic instrument. If he called out like that, would the magic instrument, which may be somewhere, fly over and respond?!

Boom, bang, bang!

“Shoot them all!”

Phew!

“… …It’s flying?”

“It flew in.”

A red sword with a camellia flower design. The surface is shiny with lacquer, and the gold leaf in some places sparkles. The knotted tassels flutter and flutter, making it a magical weapon of the sword.

The magical weapon flew through the air and struck the back of the chairman’s head.

“Tongue, bro!”

Literally! I hit him in the back of the head and knocked him out!

Percussion!

The ‘camellia that bloomed in a fairy tale’ settled in Geonpil’s hands.

“No, is it okay if I just call you?!”

Dozens of movies flashed through Kim Min-soo’s mind. He didn’t even think about the chairman collapsing in an instant. The only thought that filled his head was that he too should sing ‘The Prayer of the Bridegroom’!

“I’ll tell you in advance, you don’t think you can do it too, do you?!”

Pi Ju-hee, who was about to sing ‘The Upright Sword God of Reverse Scales’ after him, hesitated.

“No?!”

“Will it work?! Swing it for another hundred years, you little punks!”

Geonpil beat up the members of the organization without taking his sword out of its scabbard.

“At least it was easy for the boss, why didn’t you call me before?! I wish you had found me sooner!”

Jang Mi-mi, who came here to reclaim the ‘most needed shrine’, said that she would hit one of the members who rushed at her with her forehead. Heo Geon-pil brushed his hair back.

“That, that is… … .”

“What is that!”

“damn!”

It’s embarrassing!

The tips of Geonpil’s ears turned red. It seemed that he was quite embarrassed to have uttered the name of the Dharma tool in front of dozens of people.

Kim Min-su, who couldn’t raise his head for a while because rumors spread around the neighborhood that he had robbed an elementary school student, thought.

Try something else!

Geonpil kicked the calves of three employees in the direction from which the magic weapon had come. The employees, who thought that finding the magic weapon was their top priority, ran out.

“The gun…!”

Bang! Taang, bang! bang!

In that instant, a gun was fired at Gunpil with a double-barreled gun. Jincheol shouted after seeing him reloading, but it was already too late.

A bullet hit his heart―

Ting! Ting, ting! Ting!

“uh?”

Before being stuck.

“Can this work?”

As Geonpil swung his magic weapon after confirming the direction of the bullet with his own two eyes, the bullets that bounced off the sword and flew in all directions. The bullets were not in their original form, but were torn in half as if they had been hit by a stronger metal.

What a pity. The person who has to see this scene right now has traveled 30,000 miles to find the Dharma.

“… … Ugh, ugh!”

One by one, the gang members dropped their guns.

You’re saying that it bounces bullets and breaks them in half?

‘Not a human…!’

It would be an understatement to say that it transcended human categories.

It was a total monster!

“president!”

The employees who had retrieved their own magic skills rushed in from the direction that Heo Geon-pil’s magic skills had flown from. Heo Geon-pil threw the weapon on the ground at Kim Min-su, who was in the lead.

“Kim Min Soo!”

Connected by silk, wireless and silent.

“Command me!”

A ghost.

A ghost of the highest rank, a ghost of the highest rank.

“yes!”

Kim Min-soo stabs the ghost directly.

Not to give rest to the king,

“The strange tales sing, and the strange and wicked dance!”

To make them pay for the sins they couldn’t pay in this life!

“So the monk wanted to find out…!”

Even though it’s only for a few days, it feels like it’s been in place for months.

The magical power flowing through that device makes my heart swell.

“What is your true name!”

The bright yellow magical power shone dazzlingly around.

Wiggle.

And in that dark room where no light comes in.

The hand of the person trapped under the pipe moved.

1) Mangje (亡-): A word used by shamans to refer to a deceased person.

2) Ten Kings: The ten kings including King Yeomra, who rule over the underworld and judge sins.