I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 95



[Episode 95] Cheonmachong

It was the night before the flat coral.

I want to eat cola instead of kimchi stew.

It’s okay even if it’s not cola.

I want an ice-cold soda.

I wish I could push it until it explodes in my throat.

But no matter what you do carbonation won’t work….

Cheong’s longing became more severe.

Is there any way that my condition will improve if I am hoping for something that does not exist in the world?

It was a time when I was quietly staring at the bonfire and making a fuss.

“The Most High wants to see you tonight.”

The little boy I hadn’t seen in a long time was still small.

Cheong shook his head half-heartedly.

“not really….”

“The Most High did not ask about my intentions. “It would be better for you to follow quietly.”

“I’m not saying I don’t like this bitch.”

Choi Lyon interrupted Ji Seung-ju.

“You’re a bicycle. “The Most High.”

“Isn’t it time to stop pleasing grown children? What can he do when he comes all the way here? “It was only in the Protestant church that they bowed down to me because if I didn’t listen they would do all kinds of evil things.”

Ji Seung-ju sighed deeply.

“It’s sick. Please take a look. “I’ve been by that guy’s side for five years so why don’t you go with me and take care of him?”

It was a surprisingly profane sound.

Then Choi Lyon flinched.

The current reality was that all the high-ranking members of the Protestant Church were grateful to Ji Seung-ju.

If you were to turn the four letters Bangyakmuin into a person you would be called Jijon.

Because he was a boy who was able to prevent evil by gently comforting him by his side.

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“It’s not that I don’t know the difficulties of my brain but just look at this. “The child has been possessed by Simma and has been hanging around like a rotten goat carcass for three days now.”

Ji Seung-ju looked surprised at those words.

To Ji Seung-ju Cheong was a woman who was crazy about the world breaking the heads of non-crop hunters and making a fool of themselves.

“Was that condition Simma?”

“Can’t you see this and not recognize it?”

“I thought it was a ploy to distract us. Didn’t Master Jajeon clearly see the bloodletting while being transported? “It will be an excuse to give to the Most High.”

Ji Seung-ju sighed and turned around.

And as I headed straight to the splendid tent I saw the image of the Supreme Lord lying down on the golden needle exclusively for the Supreme Being.

The Most High asked after yawning loudly.

“Are you coming alone?”

“I’m sorry for posting this but Seomuncheong said he was in a state of mental illness so I checked and returned.”

“That bitch?”

The Sovereign grinned.

“You’ve seen the look in that bitch’s eyes before? “Do you know what I saw there?”

“I would like to ask your opinion.”

“Even the most important people in the world don’t know how to see people perhaps because their state is so low. “If this old man should guide you I have never seen so much hatred in my life.”

Ji Seung-ju recalled the image of Cheong lying on his head covered in blood and brain matter.

Even thinking about it now gives me goosebumps.

The Sovereign chuckled at that sight.

“This is not a bitch that will ever be broken. So it’s fun to break it. “I assure you it’s all an act.”

“If you do should I bring you back?”

“what. Done. Since you’re being so angry I might turn a blind eye this time. “It also includes the failure of non-footnotes.”

Seungju Ji thought to himself.

You won’t get a chance to move on a second time though.

However he hid his true feelings and folded his waist in the shape of a sickle.

“Thank you for your great mercy. “O Lord.”

—-

It is true that the view of the Flat Coral Grand Canyon from the high ground is simply spectacular and does not seem that complicated.

However anyone becomes confused once they step into the crevice of the winding canyon.

Basically people cannot find their bearings on a dark floor because the sun does not shine properly.

There was no straight road so the winding road with only a few views of the cliff ahead made me get lost and wander after a while.

Of course it is not such a dangerous terrain for experts.

They were beginners who could easily climb about a dozen cliffs so if they didn’t know the right way all they had to do was climb up the wall look at the sky and go home.

Therefore the entrance to Cheonmachong was hidden in the dark under a cliff that sloped outward as the sun did not shine all year round.

Since it was in the middle of the grand canyon even if a wanderer found it he could not go back and report it so Gosu climbed the cliff and escaped so there was no need to enter the bottom of the deep canyon.

Therefore the Demonic Cult was able to find the Cheonmachong because they knew that it was located in Pyeongsan Lake based on Emperor Mucheon’s diary.

Otherwise it would have been a remote place that you wouldn’t have found even if you wandered for a thousand years.

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Cheong was held in Choi Lyong’s arms and thought as he looked at the entrance to Cheonmachong.

Something bigger than I thought. It’s shabby….

What is more magnificent? Hey who cares.

A small stone gate that could fit two men side by side shoulder to shoulder was almost lying against the cliff.

It was not difficult to guess that there would be stairs leading to the basement behind it.

Realistically would anyone put something like a huge dazzling golden door on a treasure trove?

It was a scene that could only be seen in adventure movies in Qing’s hometown so it was natural to hide it if you were worried about real thieves.

This is the same reason that Tianhu’s tomb was sealed in a stone chamber at the foot of a mountain without a tombstone.

Cheong put the lucky charm in his mouth.

There was an exciting tune that was painstakingly arranged but Cheong’s heart was not excited so it was just the heartbreaking chords of the original song.

The song’s imagery was longing and Cheong’s heart was in sync so it was impossible to avoid a wave of emotion despite the instrument producing the most beautiful sound in the world and the heart of the vicious Madou.

While some people even had tears in their eyes the unusually rich sound of the flute ended quietly.

And boom. Thump thump thump…

The sound of something falling from the stone gate resounded dully at intervals.

It seemed like an expert from the Demonic Cult’s organization was carefully examining the stone door by knocking prodding and putting his ear to it. He then looked at the other side and said

“It looks like the lock has been lifted.”

In the midst of Cheong losing his energy he lost his energy again.

In this kind of atmosphere it seemed like the door would automatically swing open after the flute was played.

The only thing that happened was that the lock fell off and it rolled away far away.

I would have jumped if the agency’s experts found out.

A door that could be unlocked with a specific sound was truly an out-of-this-world object that could only be made by a half-hearted person.

Moreover it is impossible to know which agency will be activated by forcefully opening it. It would have been much more painstaking workmanship for such a design to be simply dismantled.

The expert pulled the ring on the stone door and it opened with a whimper.

A gaping black hole.

As I lit the embers and threw them away a rough staircase leading downwards appeared as expected.

And an advance team consisting of institutional experts and grave robbing experts packed up their belongings and headed inside first.

Cheong was a little embarrassed.

uh. for a moment.

If this happens if they find the Heavenly Demon Soul first and bring it out won’t I just leave…

In Qing’s opinion everyone would enter together deal with all kinds of strange traps and unknown monsters and endure hardships.

And when I opened the brilliant golden door at the end I had to face a brilliant treasure with a ray of light shining through mysterious smoke of unknown origin.

Then and only then with the miracle of the crippled man suddenly standing up he took the hostage with the Heavenly Demon Spirit and escaped breaking it and crushing it as if he were showing off.

This was the Qing’s plan.

However realistically would the core members of the church go in knowing what would be inside?

This is why electronic entertainment is harmful.

Is there anything more absurd than electronic entertainment where you go into someone else’s house open a box take it out in front of the owner and then even talk to them?

This is what happens when you try to understand the world through electronic entertainment.

If Seol Ga had known the Qing’s plan a long time ago he would not have been able to hide the pitiful look in his eyes telling him to live in reality and stop listening to the talkers.

“ha. “Grandpa can you drop me off for a moment?”

“Tread carefully.”

Lyon Choi carefully put down Cheong.

He was truly a very sincere old man.

Cheong stood with his feet on the ground.

I still don’t have any motivation though.

Still it has to be done.

What should I do…?

Why me?

Someone protested from deep within the palace.

Why should I do it?

That’s right if you don’t stop the demonic cult not only the female priesthood but also the good people in the central plains will suffer…

Why am I blocking that?

Since I opened it with fortune-

Even if it wasn’t you wasn’t the door going to open anyway?

What if you didn’t steal the fortune?

The demonic bastards would have opened it anyway.

Rather since I killed a lot of madudas shouldn’t I be praised a hundred times just for what I’ve done?

uh?

That’s right….

I’m just having a hard time breathing in this crappy town I don’t know…

Cheong’s shoulders slumped.

—-

The original name of Cheonmachong was Samoneung.

It was a memorial stone built by Banchi in memory of his deceased wife and was also his own tomb.

Banchi committed suicide by drinking poison after completing the installation of the engine ginsik inside.

What was important was the fact that Samo-neung was built after the death of Tian Hu.

What if the door to self-reflection opens?

It means blowing Boksinjeok to open the door.

And the meaning of blowing Boksinjeok means digging up the grave of his beloved wife.

He was a man who took his life because he missed his wife.

There was no way he could dare forgive the shameless man who dug up his wife’s grave.

Of course later a crazy person named Emperor Mucheon left the normal entrance split the ground and came in through the ceiling. I didn’t expect that one precious loot would be left behind.

By the time of Emperor Mucheon after finding the nasal cavity through Qi sense it is possible to take a shortcut that does not disturb the complicated organ jinsik.

In any case Banchi’s anger began with the opening of the Samo-neung gate.

A large iron ball was planted in a lock that was designed to be released by shaking in a specific range of sounds.

And now.

The lock has been unlocked.

The iron ball fell down the stairs with a thump and dug into a deep groove.

The iron ball rolls along the inclined groove.

The rolling iron ball hit other iron balls which immediately started toward the groove dug in a different direction.

The rolling iron ball increases.

One iron ball struck another and hundreds of iron balls flowed down the cracked grooves.

Some iron balls pulled the strings while others pushed and pressed the rods completing the final battle left behind by the last manipulator of the institution.

Banchi’s posthumous work.

It was an expression of the idea of ​​never returning to the end of a fantasy.

—-

Sniff.

Cheong suddenly flared his nostrils.

“sonny?”

“Grandpa. “Where do you not smell it?”

“Smell? “Suddenly I smell something.”

Cheong was serious.

This familiar feeling on the tip of my nose was so familiar that my mother opened the front door of her hometown home in Seoul and burst into tears.

“kimchi soup!”

Cheong screamed and ran out.

And then it went straight into the entrance.

“uh?” “Huh?” “Uh huh?”

Everyone was dumbfounded by the miraculous sight.

Cheong was already a utopia and a visual haven for Demonic Cult experts.

Following the amazing flute performance when everyone’s attention was focused they ended up seeing a crippled (but not lame) person running towards the sky.

So is this a dream or reality? What on earth is kimchi stew? And why are you running and shouting so desperately?

All I could do was blink and rub my eyes and open my mouth like an idiot.

What woke everyone up was the alarm almost like the screams of an old man.

“Heavenly Demon Spirit! no! Bangchae! Bangchae Choi! around!”

Choi Lyon ran after him screaming in a voice as if his intestines had been cut off.

“Haha! okay! I told you so! I knew it would be like this! indeed! “If it’s my girl it should taste like this.”

The Sovereign roars and runs away.

“What are you doing! “Don’t chase after me quickly!”

Ji Seung-ju screamed.

In response the Demonic Cult experts increased their speed and poured into the Cheonmachong.