"Alone?"
"Yes."
"So, alone?"
"I know."
"So...."
When things didn't settle down, Hwang Jong looked back without realizing it.
There's a bit of a quarrel behind him.
'That's why I didn't tell you?'
He nods his head with this face.
It looks like he's really here alone.
Hwang Jong turned his head again and looked at the young Taoist in front of him.
I have all sorts of thoughts.
Is Hwasan ignoring the top of the galaxy?
Or what makes you do this?
Or...….
"Hahahaha!"
At that moment, I heard a loud laugh behind my back.
"Now I do. You're doing all sorts of things. Sodanju, I didn't tell you. I don't even need to meet the Hawaiian ones!"
It was Kimok Sseung.
Kimok Sung, who followed Hwang Jong to the entrance, continues with a smile.
"What do you think that little boy knows to send him away? I don't know anything, but I want to take a step forward, but it's embarrassing to come directly, so I sent a young one. Tsk, tsk, I don't like my Hwasan, but I heard that the Hwasan man is a master, and he's always used such a cheap trick."
Hwang Jong's face has hardened.
It is almost obvious that Kimok Sseung's words contained a lot of bad feelings, but now he has no choice but to think as he said.
That's not the kind of person that Hyun Jong of Hwasan's Hyun Jong Jin.'
As he remembers, Hyun Jong was a man of great character even though he was a Taoist. I don't think such a person will send just one child like this to show off.
But isn't that the reality?
"Did you really come here alone?"
"Yes."
"...You mean you sent a small stamp by yourself in Hawaii?"
A young master.
Chung-Myung sighed deeply.
You're treated like this because you're young.'
There was a time when Chung-Myung was Hwasan and Hwasan was Chung-Myung.
You'd rather die than suffer.'
But I also fully understand their response. A warrior who hasn't even written the terms and conditions will come and cure the disease that even the world's masters can't help, but if you trust him right away, it's even stranger.
So you need to hit some medicine.
"Did you say Sodanju?"
"Yes, I am."
"I'm Chung-Myung, the three great disciples of Hawasan. I received the letter that Sodan sent to Hwasan well. I came here because I had a hunch about the symptoms written in the study."
"One here alone...…."
"It was a very urgent matter, so I couldn't afford to come with others. Isn't he in critical condition?"
By the way....
Hwang Jong, who was looking at Chung-Myung with a face that he couldn't trust at all, recalled a part of Chung-Myung's words and hardened his face.
"Did you say you had any idea about your father's condition?"
"Yes, I am."
Hwang Jong clenched his fist unconsciously.
I'm the first person to say this.'
So far, numerous people and masters have visited, but no one has discussed the tax increase before seeing Hwang in person.
'Maybe?'
At that moment, I heard a snort behind my back.
"Oh, my God, he's already cheating. How can a child know what the world's masters couldn't do? Sodanju, there's nothing more to hear! Let's go in, you don't have to waste your time."
"One...."
"Do you believe him in small wine?"
Hwang Jong bit his lips a little.
Then, Chung-Myung, who was still listening, opened his mouth."By the way."
"Huh?"
"Who are you? You've been lucky with people."
Kimok Sung looked at Chung-Myung with blank eyes.
"Did you just say that to me?"
"Is there another one here besides you?"
"Huh, did you see this prick? Does that mean a disciple of Hawasan can't even tell Jongnam apart? I knew that Hawasan was such an idiot, but I didn't know that even his pupils were so stupid."
"Oh, you're Jongnam."
Chung-Myung shrugged.
"No, I thought you were a senator, because you sound like you know something. So you have a way to cure Hwang's condition?"
"Hwang Dae-in is ill because he went too far. If you raise an apprentice who relieves heaven's anger, you can get well."
Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.
"Oh, that's possible."
Hwang Jong's face is distorted.
However, Chung-Myung's words were completely different from Hwang Jong's expectations.
"Then we'll have to call the shamans and the poor."
"...What?"
"You're the expert, aren't you?"
Kimok Sseung said with a slightly flustered face.
"Well, you don't have to. Isn't Jongnam here?"
"No one knows Jongnam or Hawasan, or half of the inner house, is mixed in that direction. If you were going to raise me, you'd rather get it from the right masters. I would recommend a shaman. But the shaman eats the most in the province."
"...."
Hwang Jong's face went blank.
Who the hell is this guy?'
He even sneaks into Hwang Jong's ear.
"The shamans tend to value face so much, they'll come as soon as they're properly treated. If you want to get it, you have to get it at a good place. In a good place. In a cost-effective place."
"...."
The flushed-faced Kimok Sung let out a shout.
"Gal, he's making fun of you! That's what they teach you in your private life?"
"Oh, yes, yes. I'm sorry."
Chung-Myung picked his ear and blew his mouth out.
It was a blatant disregard, but Kimok Sung could not do anything but shake with his hot face.
It's an indefensible disgrace to be the elder of Jongnam and beat the three great disciples of Hwasan's Isn't it something that everyone in the world can point fingers at?
I don't know if he knows that, but he's a real nerve wrecker anyway.
"Sodanju, kick him out now!"
Hwang Jong sighed at Kimok Sseung's words.
"Older, this is not Jongnam, this is the top of the galaxy. It's up to me to decide how to treat the guests who came to the top."
"How can you say that when you see me being beaten by that child?"
Hwang Jong ignored Kimok Sung and looked at Chung-Myung.
'You seem to have faith in something.'
If you've been scamming without anything, you can't be this confident. But it was still doubtful.
"Painthouse."
"Yes."
"It's not that I don't trust the small stamp...…."
"It's okay, you might not believe it."
"...thank you for your understanding. Can I ask you a few questions first?"
Hwang Jong's words have become short. Chung-Myung also felt the fact, but he shrugged his shoulders as he understood the suspicions.
"Yes, by all means."
Wang Jong gulped down his dry saliva and went on.
"Saintiff, you said you had some idea about your father's condition a little while ago, but could you hear a little bit about it?""It's hard to say."
"Hehe!"
As soon as Chung-Myung finished speaking, there was an exaggerated snort of Kimok Sung. Hwang Jong also showed signs of embarrassment.
"I can tell you something else instead."
"What is it?"
Chung-Myung said with a confident face.
"I heard that you often went up, didn't you?"
"You're right."
"Then I'm sure you've stopped by 100,000 mountains up the road before you got sick. Isn't it?"
Chung-Myung spoke as if to declare.
Then Hwang Jong opens his eyes wide and answers.
"No, I don't."
"...."
Chung-Myung's head slightly turns sideways.
"What?"
"Never have. My father never went up there."
"...Oh, really?"
Chung-Myung's face is embarrassed. Chung-Myung quickly continued, before Hwang Jong's expression became more glum.
"I'm sure you've been attacked before, haven't you? Or you've been through a crisis!"
"Your father has not been attacked in recent years. It was at least five years ago."
"Oh, you can't do that. Oh, my God.
"...."
Hwang Jong's eyes narrowed.
"Really? That can't be true."
I think I can hear Kimok Sung's low laughter behind his back.
"That's weird, so where did he get shot?"
What's wrong with you, you freak!
Is he out of his mind?
It was a moment when the expectations of Chung-Myung disappeared neatly. Hwang Jong's eyes got cold.
Chung-Myung said in a hurry.
"Well, wait a minute. I'm telling you. I can fix it."
"...a small stamp."
Hwang Jong sighed deeply.
And without missing the moment, Kimok Sung stormed in.
"Didn't I say there's nothing to look at? Hawasan is essentially a charlatan. I think you can guess just by looking at the situation like that."
"Please refrain from saying too much, Elder."
Hwang Jong, who dissuaded Kimok Sung, opens his mouth while watching Chung-Myung.
"I understand the will of the little master, but your father is so ill that it's just right for the poor to get worse. I hope you understand my position, too. I'd like to thank the long-term writer of Hwasan for his care.…."
"My body turns red, my whole body gets cold. If you press it with your hand, the redness turns slightly white and quickly turns red again. Until I lose consciousness, I feel the chills as if I'm in an ice cave, and not only the middle of my forehead, but also the back of my neck and the top of my head are black!"
"...."
"More?"
Chung-Myung grinned.
"Well, how do you do that?"
Hwang Jong's eyes were so big that they couldn't get any bigger. Chung-Myung's face has become more confident than ever.
"Oh... I'm a little thirsty after a long trip."
"What are you doing, cold water, or ice water! Right now!"
The quarrel couldn't answer and ran inside with all its might. Hwang Jong's eyes and attitude toward Chung-Myung changed suddenly.
"Not like this, but inside."
"Ha ha. You got a great guy."
"Come on, come on!"
Chung-Myung inflated his stomach and followed Hwang Jong inside. Kimok Sung, who was watching the situation, shouted urgently.
"Sodanju, it's just a typical symptom of people who've been affected by the p*n*s. It doesn't make any difference if you know it!"
Hwang Jong opened his eyes slightly.
"Do you mean that those who have been affected by the sound gather black energy on the top of their heads and on the back of their necks? Why hasn't he been able to cure your father until now?""...it is."
"This is the work at the top of the galaxy. I won't allow any more interference than necessary. If you interfere more here, we will also officially protest against Jongnam."
"Hmmm."
Kimok Sseung groaned and stepped back.
Chung-Myung's face, whose cheeks were swollen to hold back laughter, came into his eyes.
"Well, I... That guy!"
Kimok Sseung felt a sudden increase in fever all over his body. I was going crazy with anger, but what can I do? As Hwang Jong said, this is not Jongnam but the top of the galaxy. No matter how old Kimok Sseung was in Jongnam, he couldn't be arbitrary to the top of the galaxy.
"If you don't treat Hwang properly, I'll strike you!"
Hitting at Wang Jong and Chung-Myung, who never stopped walking, was all he could do.
As the distance grew further away, Hwang Jong said with a wry smile.
"I'm sorry. Sowon. Strangely, Jongnam can't hold back their excitement whenever we talk about wasan."
"It's all right."
"Oh, please understand...…."
"Who's to blame? It's all my sins."
"...Yes?"
Chung-Myung shrugged.
'Shouldn't have beaten him up enough.'
It was the moment when the perpetrator 100 years ago felt guilty to the victim 100 years later.