Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 47

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47.

“Shh!”

It was some scholar wearing a traditional hat and pale beige cloth garment.

“Can’t you see I’m hiding? Please be quiet!”

A scholar with round eyes and a refreshingly upturned mouth corner, giving off an overall gentle impression, was pressed tightly against a tree. He was rolling his eyes restlessly, looking around nervously as if something was making him anxious.

“Excuse me.”

Calisia, who had been quietly watching the scholar making a fuss by himself, suddenly spoke up.

“Shh! I told you to be quiet!”

The scholar put his index finger to his lips and snapped at the voice calling him.

“That’s not it, behind you.”

Calisia made an awkward expression and pointed behind the scholar. Masked men were looking down at the scholar’s head with a menacing atmosphere.

“Behind? Behind what… Huh, eek!”

The scholar who made eye contact with the fierce-looking wooden mask made a strange sound and collapsed. He fell flat on the dirt ground and forced an awkward smile.

“…Hahahaha.”

In a situation where he was outnumbered in both strength and numbers, the scholar slowly backed away with his bottom. He was planning to run away with his tail between his legs.

Thud!

“Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?”

At that moment, a thick club came down between the scholar’s legs.

“Ugh, eek!”

The scholar, who almost became a eunuch against all odds, let out a hiccup.

“That damn scholar has come again.”

“Seems like the beating from last time wasn’t enough?”

The men with impressive builds swung their clubs around. The sound of cutting through the air was so vicious it made one’s knees weak.

“Listen here, everyone! Listen to me! Please listen to what I have to say!”

The pale-faced scholar raised both hands and tried to calm the men down.

“We told you that if you set foot in this place one more time, we would definitely break your legs.”

The man who appeared to be the leader grabbed the scholar’s thin ankle and gritted his teeth.

“I took the wrong path! I took the wrong path!”

Feeling the strong grip on his ankle, the scholar squeezed his eyes shut and made excuses.

“Ah, ahh! It hurts! It really hurts!”

“Did you think we’d massage your legs for you?”

The men snorted at the scholar who was making every possible excuse.

“My family! I have a family to feed!”

“Is there anyone who doesn’t have a family to feed? Just stick out your ankle quietly.”

The leader raised his club high as if there was no more time to waste.

“Ahhhhh! You there! You there, what are you doing! Hurry up and help me!”

The terrified scholar screamed so loudly that his uvula was visible. It was almost like a sobbing sound.

“Should I save him?”

Calisia scratched the back of her neck and said. From how things were going, it seemed like the mountain had its own owners. That scholar was a habitual trespasser.

“It’s cowardly for many to oppress one person. Moreover, aren’t they trained individuals?”

Ian glared at the men and spoke.

“Don’t recite chivalry in front of me. I get muscle pain—no, phantom pain.”

Calisia grimaced, remembering the punishment she received at the cemetery.

“It’s his own fault…”

“What are you doing? Go! Go!”

Calisia waved her hand dismissively, telling him to stop nagging and just go. Ian stepped back and leaped toward the masked men.

***

“Thank you. Ugh! I survived thanks to you.”

Rich meat broth and fluffy rice. The scholar sitting on the tavern bench slurped down the steaming soup rice. He looked like someone who hadn’t eaten for at least a month. Calisia, sitting across from him, also ate her soup rice combatively, not to be outdone.

“But, why… Ah, huh. Why did you go there alone?”

Calisia, who had half-finished her soup rice, began mumbling questions. She was asking what kind of story it was that made him go alone into those deep mountains.

“Huh… Hot! Listen to me.”

The scholar, with his mouth full of broth, straightened his posture as if asking her to listen to him.

“Finish eating first, then talk!”

Ian, who had been watching the two, put down his spoon and chopsticks, saying he couldn’t stand to watch anymore.

“Oh my. Alright. That young gentleman is really…”

The scholar who gulped down his soup rice in one bite grumbled and wiped his mouth.

“Fine, so eat, eat. So? Is there some treasure hidden in that mountain?”

Calisia roughly put spoon and chopsticks in Ian’s hand and urged the scholar.

“That mountain, you see. Originally it wasn’t as fertile as it is now. It was like other village back mountains.”

“And then?”

“…A deity descended from heaven.”

The scholar lowered his voice, glancing at the people at nearby tables.

“A deity descended? Are you talking about a mountain god?”

“It’s incomparable to a mountain god. With every step he took, the land became fertile and fruits bore.”

At the scholar’s words, Calisia narrowed her eyes. If it was someone who made all things abundant, it must mean an agricultural deity.

“Jacheongbi.”

Jacheongbi was known as a woman who married Mundoryeong, the son of the Jade Emperor, but in reality, she was a deity who governed agriculture. She was also a remarkable figure who was born in human form and rose to the ranks of divine spirits.

“That’s right. On that mountain, there’s a mysterious field managed by Jacheongbi.”

“But why Jacheongbi’s field? Are the crops that grow there like a panacea?”

Calisia asked, thinking of the mugwort field in Tiger Disaster Village. It seemed like this naturalization was related to Jacheongbi.

“I don’t know since I haven’t eaten any.”

The scholar chuckled and blinked his eyes.

“…Then why did you go to the mountain?”

“Ah, that’s the thing. Jacheongbi’s crops have really tenacious vitality. They’ll grow on their own even if thrown on dead land!”

“…So? Are you planning to farm or something?”

As unexpected answers continued, Calisia rested her chin on the table.

“That’s the thing. Over there—do you see that big tree? If you walk about ten li along its edge, you’ll find another small village. It’s called Gosire Village. This originally was… hmm.”

“Why are you stopping mid-sentence?”

“The story is too long. If it’s alright with you, would you come to Gosire Village with me? Seeing is believing, after all.”

The scholar, who had been thinking for a moment, got up and dusted himself off. As if he had made up his mind about something.

“Come along quickly!”

The scholar, who seemed to be in such a hurry, put on his shoes and urged Calisia and Ian.

“Soettong. Did we say we would go?”

“Never did.”

The two shook their heads while watching the scholar’s back as he ran off with his hat strings fluttering.

“Oh! Look at my mind. Wait just a moment.”

The scholar, who had been hurrying alone, smacked his forehead and returned to the table.

“After all, isn’t rice the sweat of the people? As a scholar, I cannot leave this behind.”

The scholar, who rattled off things no one asked about, finished the remaining soup rice.

***

“Here it is.”

The village they arrived at following the scholar had a desolate atmosphere from the start. The first thing that caught their eye were two massive stone pillars placed at both ends of the entrance.

“Sacred rope has been strung up.”

Calisia furrowed her brow as she looked at the sacred rope stretched between the pillars. The straw rope that appeared to be at least three or four layers thick had dozens of talismans tied to it.

“Talismans. Were they trying to block something.”

Ian narrowed his eyes as he looked at the red characters in a form he had become quite familiar with by now.

“Usually, yes.”

Calisia lowered her head and examined the talismans closely. Among the various patterns and characters, one particularly caught her eye. Exit .

“…This is the opposite. It forbids exit. They sealed the entrance to prevent anything from coming out from inside.”

Calisia raised her head and this time examined the stone pillar. It had the appearance of a rock with cleanly carved lines. At first glance, there didn’t seem to be anything particularly special about it. The problem was the aura of the Heavenly Great General emanating from the stone pillar.

“Moreover, this stone pillar isn’t just a rock—it’s a guardian post.”

A guardian post standing with its back turned. This was a sight even Calisia was seeing for the first time. What on earth could be inside that they had sealed off the entire village.

“Oh! So that was a guardian post!”

The Scholar, who had been silent ever since arriving at the village, quietly spoke up.

“Stop pretending you don’t know. You already knew all along.”

Exaggerated gestures and awkward speech patterns. Calisia tilted her head sideways and stared intently at the Scholar.

“You’ve tampered with that sacred rope before, haven’t you?”

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