Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 101

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101.

“Tsk, mmph! Chew!”

In the room where candlelight flickered, Myeonghyeon stuffed something into her mouth. It was the Sacred Village Tree roots left over from brewing tea.

“Tsk, chmp! Chi, grk!”

Myeonghyeon persistently sucked on the tree bark. Saliva dripped down along the corners of her scabbed mouth.

“Kee, heeheek!”

The corners of Myeonghyeon’s mouth twitched up and down. Thinking that she was creating a vessel to receive the Tree Spirit, she couldn’t even taste the bitter and astringent flavor.

‘Is that truly even human?’

The Clerk, who had been watching that sight, could no longer bear it and squeezed his eyes shut. Though he was helping for the sake of finding a way out, she was truly someone he didn’t want to associate with.

“When will the pos-session hap-pen?”

After chewing on wood pieces for a long while, Myeonghyeon opened her mouth to speak. Tree Spirit Possession. At first, he had thought it was absurd nonsense. However, thinking about it, there was nothing impossible about it. Weren’t there countless Shamans who had established territories throughout Joseon? Moreover, the Protective Arts used by Divine Disciples were all different. Among what was recorded in writing and passed down orally, why couldn’t Tree Spirit Possession exist?

‘If we include the Fallen Monks who dabbled in Dark Magic and the Qing Sorcery Disciples…’

It was quite plausible.

“…Five days from now, they say. And here.”

The Clerk placed a small silk pouch on the floor. It was something the Bonghasan Disciple had been carrying in her bosom.

“What is this?”

Myeonghyeon picked up the silk pouch. Since no particular spiritual energy could be felt from it, it didn’t seem to be a Talisman.

“They say it’s something that one who will receive Tree Spirit Possession must carry. I had someone nimble-fingered switch the item, so they won’t notice.”

“It doesn’t seem to be a Tal-isman… but the Dis-ciples are sen-sitive to spir-itual en-ergy, so they might no-tice.”

Myeonghyeon’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. Disciples preparing for Shamanic Rituals sharpened their spiritual energy, making their five senses keener than usual.

“They say it’s not something like a Talisman. And don’t worry. The Bonghasan Shaman is too busy with her sick disciple to pay attention.”

The Clerk shook his head.

“Sick in bed?”

Myeonghyeon’s eyebrows twitched. Divine Calling put considerable strain on the body. Dangerous Dark Magic like Tree Spirit Possession Ritual was even worse. How could it be easy to forcibly drag out a spirit and make it settle within one’s body?

“The water brewed with Sacred Village Tree roots, that is. She threw it all up. When I asked the Bonghwa Mountain Bosal, she said it was because the disciple was lacking. She said the vessel was too small to properly receive the Tree Spirit’s spiritual energy.”

“…Hah, ridic-ulous. What kind of ves-sel could some-one who’s still chas-ing after a Knight’s coat-tails pos-sibly have?”

Myeonghyeon moistened her lips with her tongue. Her throat felt ticklish, as if laughter would burst out at any moment. A half-wit who couldn’t even properly receive the Tree Spirit’s body. If this wasn’t Heaven helping her, then what could it be?

“Tell them to pre-pare the Sha-mans and Musi-cians. We must per-form a Pos-session Rit-ual.”

For the first time in a very long while, Myeonghyeon straightened her back.

***

A few days ago-.

“You were perfectly fine when drinking alcohol! What’s with throwing up all day just from drinking some hovenia tea?”

Calisia, who had set down the medicine ladle, thumped Izriel’s back. It had been several days since he had gulped down hovenia tea while pretending it was Sacred Village Tree roots-. His condition only grew worse with each passing day.

‘No… I told you to pretend to be sick, but what if you actually collapse for real!’

Calisia let out a deep sigh.

“Ugh, urk!”

Izriel clutched the ceiling beam and kept dry heaving. He didn’t even have the strength to respond.

“Can taking a hangover remedy make your condition even worse? Is there something wrong with you?”

“Ugh, blech!”

Izriel vomited up thin stomach acid. Since he hadn’t eaten much besides the Hovenia Tea, his stomach burned even more.

“What is this… How about bringing some makgeolli? No, is this really the right time for that?”

“Mak, geolli… Hur, ry!”

Izriel urged Calisia with weak gestures. His stomach was churning so badly that he felt he couldn’t endure it without drinking alcohol immediately.

“Wait just a moment. I’ll bring it right… Hey, hey! The Clerk is coming! Just hold on a little! Just a little!”

Calisia, who had been about to go to the kitchen to get makgeolli, turned back around. She had spotted the Clerk scolding the Government Maids.

Thud!

Calisia glanced around cautiously and dropped the silk pouch onto the dirt floor. It was bait to hook Myeonghyeon and the Clerk.

“Just endure a little longer! Creating a body for the Tree Spirit to descend into isn’t easy! Poor thing!”

Calisia deliberately raised her voice to draw attention.

“…?”

As they say, a sparrow can’t just pass by a mill – sure enough, the Clerk took the bait. He stretched his neck toward the two of them and approached with quick steps.

“What’s the matter?”

“Oh my! Poor, pitiful thing! Just endure a little longer! The Tree Spirit! Soon the Tree Spirit will!”

Calisia squeezed out tears as she patted and stroked Izriel’s back. Her wailing grew louder, almost as if she were mourning a corpse.

“Good heavens! What on earth is happening!”

The Clerk beat his chest in frustration. He was restless with curiosity.

“Haah-. The truth is, sir. This fellow’s spiritual cultivation is still lacking, so he can’t properly receive the Tree Spirit’s spiritual energy. At this rate, I wonder if he can even endure the Possession Ritual…”

“Oh my! How did this happen! But about that Possession Ritual… ugh, eek!”

The Clerk, who had been subtly probing Calisia, suddenly jumped up from his spot. Something had gotten caught on his foot.

“Oh my…! What a fright!”

The Clerk made all sorts of faces as he took a deep breath. After being tormented by shamans, ghosts, and all manner of things for the past few months, his courage had shrunk to the size of a bean.

“Oh my! You fool!”

Calisia picked up the silk pouch and struck his hunched back hard.

“Ugh, blech!”

Thanks to that, Izriel vomited up stomach acid once again.

“How many times have I told you to treasure this pouch more than your own life! You inadequate fool!”

Calisia literally flew into a rage and began scolding her disciple. She poured out abuse without pause, to the point where onlookers felt embarrassed.

“Calm down! Please calm down! What’s this all about!”

Finally, the Clerk, unable to watch any longer, stepped in to stop her.

“Because of you, the Tree Spirit nearly descended into someone else!”

The face of the Bonghwa Mountain shaman twisted as terrifyingly as a demon’s. The silk pouch contained Sacred Tree Roots and various materials for Protective Arts. This was the very Precious Ritual Object that summoned the Tree Spirit.

“What if someone had mistaken this for an Incense Pouch and carried it on their person!”

Calisia beat her own chest as if she were burning with rage inside. She was saying what would happen to someone who received a spirit without knowing why.

“Could you dare bear the responsibility for such a sin!”

That was roughly the concept.

“The Tree Spirit possessing someone else?”

The Clerk’s eyes widened. He had been wondering how to ask about Tree Spirit possession anyway.

“That is…”

Calisia’s lips trembled slightly.

“Don’t hesitate and speak freely. Am I the type of person who would go around spreading such important matters?”

The Clerk quietly moved closer. With a friendly expression, he gently coaxed Calisia.

“Actually, this silk pouch is a precious ritual object that summons the Tree Spirit.”

“What’s inside it?”

“It’s not talismans or mystical objects, just ordinary materials. However, when they come together, they become the Protective Arts that summon the Tree Spirit.”

Calisia opened her mouth while asking him to keep the secret. The Clerk nodded so rapidly it seemed almost frantic. He appeared quite anxious.

“Tree Spirit possession is not much different from ordinary possession rituals. It’s all about devotion and more devotion. However, the important thing is that whoever receives the Tree Spirit must carry this silk pouch.”

Everything in the pouch was arranged for Myeonghyeon, a signpost for the vengeful spirits hanging on the Sacred Village Tree.

“Therefore, seven days from now, when the hour changes from midnight to early morning, I intend to perform the Tree Spirit Possession Ritual.”

“Seven days from now… Seven days, you say.”

The Clerk’s eyes shifted sideways. He had to report this to the Magistrate and Myeonghyeon immediately.

“Is there anything you need?”

“Nothing. Just please keep people away from the Sacred Village Tree area.”

“Understood. If you need anything, feel free to ask anytime.”

The Clerk, with his hands behind his back, rattled off his words. Time was of the essence if he was going to set plans in motion from now.

“Yes, Lord Clerk. And you, boy! You must keep this precious ritual object close to your chest even when you sleep!”

Calisia, who had smacked Izriel’s back, held out the silk pouch. The Clerk’s gaze naturally turned toward him.

“Ugh, urgh!”

The disciple, who had been kneeling by the earthenware, stuffed the silk pouch into his chest.

“Well then, I’ll be going now.”

Having confirmed the whereabouts of the precious ritual object, the Clerk hurriedly turned away.

“How can your spiritual energy be so weak! Tsk, tsk!”

Calisia shouted at the back of the Clerk’s head, hoping this joyful news would quickly reach Myeonghyeon’s ears.

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