Duck Weight (1)

 

The disciples of Shaolin and the shaman left Mount Emei and moved south.

After traveling for five days, they arrived at Dali County, located in Yunnan Province.

Daxi County was a bustling county located close to Juchang Mountain, where the Fortune Chang Sect was located.

When Shaolin and the shaman's disciples arrived in Daxi County, they began to wander around the streets in groups and buy food and water that could be stored for a long time.

It wasn't because of the fight with the Fortune Teller.

Anyway, the store was just around the corner, so it was enough to garrison here in Dali County and supply food steadily.

I managed to buy supplies and the next day·

More than fifty Shaolin and shaman disciples gathered together.

Among them were the trio of Mujin and Muja, but there was no Qingshu seal.

They were the ones who would go directly to the south instead of taking part in the battle against the divination.

"I'll be back."

Mujin briefly greeted the roommate, Hyuncheon, with a contradictory expression.

A face of concern and faith. It was a curious expression.

"Don't overdo it. Even though you have no regard for life, the main monk is still not well studied, and you and your disciples are more important to Mujin than the apostates of the Demon Sect."

"Yes· If not, I'll get out of the way and run away."

When Mu Jin confidently discussed the escape, the worry on Hyuncheon's face faded a little.

In addition to Mujin, Hyuncheon greeted the disciples who were leaving for Namman one by one.

After all the greetings were over, we left the city.

Mujin, who was comfortably moving around in the carriage to recover, turned his head to look at Daehyun.

'You're going to be fine here, aren't you?'

Fifty was gone, but there were still two hundred and fifty left.

And since the county was rather large for a county, it would not be difficult for two hundred and fifty to find supplies to eat and drink.

There is plenty of wealth from the Army.

"Are you okay?"

Mu Gong, who was driving the carriage where Mu Jin was resting, also turned his head to look in the direction of Daxian, muttering to himself.

"Why does the wagon driver look back dangerously!"

Mu Jin shouted in surprise, and Mu Gong clicked his tongue and turned his head forward.

"Aren't you worried?"

Mu Jin shrugged at Mu Jin's question.

Of course, even if the supply was as good as Mu Gong feared, it would be crazy to hit one of the nine rooms with only two hundred and fifty.

If the power is intact, the old pile room·

"Fortune teller, you don't have much strength left, do you?"

However, Fortune Chang, like Ami, had lost quite a few disciples in Sichuan.

"Now that we've been beaten up in the south, there shouldn't be many cilantro left in the store."

Considering the damage done in the southern bay, it was already embarrassing to call it a guppy room.

"Still, you can send reinforcements from the Shincheon side, right?"

"Well, the head monk has decided to stay, and even the Zhuge army has decided to stay, so even if there is a change, it will be dealt with well..."

That smart, shallow guy would have thought about that, too.

However, Mu Jin's answer made Mu Gong look even more anxious.

"If you're a Zhuge soldier, you might sacrifice us and leave us alone?"

He cared about his own life more than anything else in the world, so there was a possibility.

But Mu Jin shook his head.

"You went to Guiling Mountain with us last time, didn't you? The military is a human being who wants to eradicate things that threaten his life, not a man who just runs away."

Of course, if there is no hope at all, I can leave it alone.

"If you get to that point anyway, it means there's no way to do it in the first place."

It was a pointless worry, so Mujin didn't bother to talk about it.

Instead, Mu Jin opened his mouth to ease Mu Mu's worries.

"So don't talk nonsense, push the wagon. It's time to work your lower body!"

As I was absorbed in exercising, my thoughts would disappear.

* * *

After leaving Dali County, Shaolin and the shaman's disciples traveled for three days before arriving at Xisang Pannap.

Xisang Pannap was a village located on the border from Yunnan to Nanman.

"Monk of the Outer Temple· Before we go into South Bay, we need to buy food and water just in case, and save some money for South Bay."

Hyunhyun, who had joined in the barbarism at Mujin's words, nodded.

"It would be better to find someone to interpret and guide you. We have the military funds that Zhuge gave us, so let's use them."

Mujin shook his head at Hyunhyun's words.

"It would be better to sell unnecessary baggage and raise it . . . Gold and silver treasures can be traded in the south of the country, so why don't you keep them for emergencies?"

"It's not a bad idea, but where is the unnecessary baggage?"

In response to Hyeon's question, Mu Jin pointed to the chariot that Shaolin and the shaman disciples had been eagerly pulling.

It was a cart loaded with sports metal.

“!?”

Naturally, both Shaolin and the shaman disciples looked at Mu Jin with an incomprehensible face.

"What can I do, the death penalty forever? Mu Jin must have fallen into the mouth of a coin."

"Hey... Did you eat the heat? How many do you see this?"

Mu Jin sighed loudly at the nonsense of Mu Qing and Mu Gong.

"The south side has a lot of bushes, so it's hard to pull a cart with a lump of metal like that. That's why I'm saying let's sell it to the field manager appropriately. It's a waste, but you can still sell it for the same weight of metal. It's the same with carts..."

It certainly sounded reasonable.

However, since it was Mujin who uttered such a valid message, everyone had a look of disbelief on their faces.

"Mujin gave up the metal ball..."

"Of course, it's hard to drag him out of the bushes, so I thought you'd say it would help you exercise."

At the words of Shaolin and the shaman disciples, Mu Jin replied with a puzzled expression.

"What the hell do you think of me?"

"The one who prefers iron to Buddha?"

"Muscle-mad guy..."

"An idiot who only knows muscles?"

"Uki!"

Mu Jin clenched his fists at the testimony of Mu Yule that burst out one after another.

"It's not anyone else, it's Muyul being stupid from him..."

That was the part that me off the most.

Just as the conversation seemed to be heading to the mountains, Hyunhyun cleared his throat to intervene and said:

"Ahem· Anyway, I'm going to sell all the carts and metal over there and get supplies and guides..."

"What do you mean? Monk of the Outer Temple·"

Hyunhyun looked puzzled by Mujin's furious reaction.

"Why?"

"You only have to sell things that get in the way of movement, you sell everything. You can't say that."

With that, Mujin walked over to the cart and moved the metal around.

"It's so light that it doesn't even bother my muscles."

"You can use this in a variety of positions, so let's take it with you."

Like a gemstone taster, he carefully sorted out the pieces of metal and drove them into a cart.

While everyone was watching Mujin do something weird... Mu Jin, who had finished cleaning up, pointed to one of the carts and said.

"I think we can just leave this cart behind. It's a waste, but if you have one of these, you should be able to prevent at least some muscle loss."

Mu Jin's words made Shaolin and the shaman disciples all look dumbfounded.

'Do you think you're muscle crazy?'

After all· Those who didn't know they were crazy were the most dangerous.

Finally, in accordance with the madman's opinion, in order to sell the rest of the cart and the iron it carried, the disciples each pulled a cart and set out for the lower house of the West Shangpanjab.

But the madman wasn't just one person.

"What's wrong?"

The man who was working in the iron room looked at the monks dressed in robes with a puzzled expression.

It was a monk who came to sell some weird pieces of metal that I didn't know what they were for.

But when he said that he was selling the metal with his own mouth, why was he trembling and his eyes trembling?

‘··· Are you in the middle of nowhere?'

The symptoms resembled those of opium dealers in the back streets, and the field master involuntarily thought of it.

Regardless of whether the field master thought of such a thing or not, the Shaolin Great Disciple who came to the field to sell the iron ball looked at the iron ball in his hand with a face full of regret.

This feel· This sense of weight·

This will make your muscles stronger.

Do I really need to sell this?

Such thoughts kept running through the mind of the Great Disciple.

What can I say?

The moment you hand over this piece of metal to the field master... The weight of the metal was causing the muscles to slip out of my body.

And the Shaolin disciples who complained of these symptoms were not alone.

Someone must have poisoned Shaolin seriously.

* * *

After many twists and turns, Mu Jin and his companions simplified their luggage as much as possible, and they left Xisang Pannap and entered the southern bay.

By the time we left the West Shangpannap, it was already afternoon, so we had traveled about half a day to sleep in the village we had arrived at.

The town was quite peaceful. It's hard to believe that we're about to go to war with the Demon Cult in the South.

And early the next morning· After eating in the inn, they set out on the road again.

The place where the Gu Yang Gang and the apostates were located is the place where the Misdoc Gate was located in the past.

Although the Odokmun had already disappeared, it had been there for a long time, and the person who had hired them as a guide was able to guide them without difficulty.

"After moving non-stop until the evening... I'll give you a rest in the village where you can arrive in the evening."

At Hyunhyun's words, a man named Taekwang, who had been hired as a guide, mentally charted the route and replied that he would be aware soon.

After traveling for half a day, the atmosphere of the village we arrived at for a day of rest was completely different from the village we visited on the first day.

Everyone in the village looked at them with a mixture of apprehension, fear, and suspicion.

No one would let them into their homes. Even in a building that appears to be a guest room.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Taekwang replied to Hyunhyun's question with a troubled face.

"Recently, there was an incident of a riot by outsiders in a nearby village."

Mujin, who was listening to Taekwang's answer, frowned.

'At this time?'

The car that felt a tingling sensation for some reason.

Plop·

I heard the sound of something falling.

“!?”

Mu Jin and Xuan, as well as Shaolin and Shaman's disciples, looked at him with puzzled expressions.

As the sun sets, the sunset begins to set in a small building in the village. Beneath the shadow of the building lay a strange sight.

"When did you go there again?"

The martial arts were there.

"What is he?"

It was also in a state where he had subdued the black man.

The sound from earlier was the sound of the overpowered black man falling.

"He was performing stealth techniques, so just in case, I sneaked up on him and subdued him..."

"Oh... Is that so?"

Mu Jin replied with a trembling voice.

'I didn't feel it?'

After the war with Salmak, he had a growing understanding of stealth.

I thought it would be a more terrifying killer in the end.

It was so strange to be a Shaolin squirrel...

But there was a more important problem.

"So he's been spying on us with stealth, isn't it?"

Mu Jin approached the black-robed man who had fallen to the ground after his blood was suppressed, grabbed him by the hair, and pulled him up.

"Where do you belong?"

"Ugh... Do you think I'm going to tell the partisans?"

It cried out with great cheer as it was captured by its watchful object.

On the contrary, it made it easier to infer the identity of the other person.

"After all... It's one thing to understand the Chinese language, and it's one thing to see that just by looking at our clothes, the word "political faction" comes out. You're from the Demon Cult..."

In the first place, I suspected that it was a demon religion due to the timing and circumstances, so it was an even simpler analogy.

And the eyes of the black man who had a confident expression that he could withstand the severe torture at Mujin's reasoning shook greatly.

But Mujin let go of the hair he was holding as if he didn't care about the black robe anymore.

Puck·

The black man's head fell to the floor again, making an unpleasant noise.

Mujin said to Hyunhyun·

"Monk of the Outer Temple· It seems that the situation is moving urgently..."

"Yes... Lord Taekwang· Can you tell me how long it will take to get from here to the place where the Misreading Gate was?"

Taekwang thought for a moment before answering Hyunhyun's question.

"At the pace we've been traveling so far, half a day is enough, but the night road in the south is dangerous. Also, at night, it's hard to see the landmarks and it's hard to find the forest paths."

It seemed like he didn't want to go out at night, but Taekwang added cautiously.

"I think I need some hazard pay."

It was frightening to meddle in Wulin's affairs, but the pathfinder's eyes were full of greed.

But Mujin thought it was a good thing.

He said that he was blatantly wanting money, so if he just gave him money, it would be enough.

"I'll give you double the amount I originally promised."

"Hmph... Thank you..."

Immediately after the deal was made· Mujin thrust his back to Taekwang.

"Let's go up. It looks like we need to move quickly, so just give me directions."

Taekwang happily jumped on Mujin's back, and they wasted no time in leaving the village.

And how long did it take to follow Taekwang's guidance?

The sky was already completely dark, and only the moonlight peeking out from the clouds would illuminate the world softly.

They arrived at the place where the old sheep and the apostates had gathered.

“··· ..."

Looking at the ruined ruins in the desolate moonlight, Mu Jin involuntarily spat out a nutmeg.