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The character to become a shaman is born with it.

Such as the well-known Gwimungwansal.

Or someone who is loved by God.

A person with excellent spiritual sense.

There are many other things besides this.

And in my case, it could be said that I was born with all of these things at once.

It is said that he is a fortune-teller who cannot survive without becoming a shaman.

Maybe that’s why, when I walk down the street, I’m often asked these questions.

Like right now.

“Do you believe in Tao?”

“Get out.”

Faint eyebrows and drooping corners of the mouth.

The glowing yellow eyes clearly had the appearance of a fraudster.

These questions are not asked for nothing.

They were all interconnected because they were closely related to the world of shamanism.

“Ha….Fuck you….”

This guy’s body carried all these things.

My senses, which I had lived for 23 years, were keenly warning me.

The moment I turn that corner, another question will come up.

Sure enough, the moment I turned around, an old lady came up to me.

“Hey…you have very clear energy…”

“I know.”

If my energy is not clear, who else is?

“Accumulate a lot of virtue…”

“I know.”

virtue?

In my life, I have already accumulated enough money just by listening to the stories the ghosts tell.

Most ghosts who died lonely were like that.

I used to relieve my resentment and attain Buddhahood just by listening to stories and playing games…

“Elders are very fond of young people…”

“You know?”

Still, unlike the Do you know who just came here, this woman seemed to have quite a keen eye for seeing.

Yes, it wouldn’t even be worth half a penny.

Even if I glanced at it, it was like that.

How do you know?

“Ajumma.”

“Yes?”

“That’s a bitch.”

“…..Yes?”

I could clearly see the ghost clinging to the woman’s shoulder just by looking at it.

A lump of resentment without the slightest trace of spiritual energy.

A vengeful spirit that despises and eats people while alive and then repeats the same thing after death.

“Tsk….”

There was no way they would understand that I was giving a warning.

Nine times out of ten they react the same way.

Just like this.

“This…this….this rotten, rotten guy…!”

Is there a shaman who wouldn’t be angry if the god they serve is a ghost?

And the half-puns who got angry at me meet the same ending.

You get hit by the wrath of the gods, or you get hit by all kinds of evil forces.

It’s because the ghosts and such carelessly harbored unclean thoughts toward me.

Seeing the ghost sitting on my shoulder urgently leaving the place, I felt like something was going to happen soon.

“Ma’am, watch out for the car.”

“Huh, where are you imitating your student…”

The woman snorted at me as if she was shocked and tried to turn around on her way.

I immediately reached out and pulled the lady’s back.

“Ugh…! What are you doing…!”

Before she could finish speaking, a motorcycle came out of the corner of the road where the woman was about to leave.

Wooow –

“Uh…?Uh…?”

The woman, who realized that there had almost been an accident with her motorcycle, looked at me with a blank expression.

“I told you to be careful, right?”

“Uh…uh…”

The lady still looks at me in bewilderment.

I reached out my hand and patted the woman’s shoulder.

In his own way, he cleared away the wrongdoing.

“The lady is awkward.”

Once on the other shoulder.

Tuk-tuk.

“Have a kind heart and help people. Only then will the Holy Spirit come.”

You may be asking what advice I would give to someone who was angry with me, but this is what the life of a shaman is like.

Correcting people who are going down the wrong path and making them happy.

If you leave this woman alone, the ghost that just left will probably come back.

Then, they will repeat deceiving innocent people out of money and accumulating bad karma.

“Live with the mindset of losing money, not thinking about gaining.”

“…Yes…?”

“Tsk…go.”

“…..Yes…Yes…”

Still, it felt like he had figured out what kind of person I was.

When I see you becoming submissive under pressure.

I glanced at the woman who was walking away and turned my gaze away and started walking again.

It seemed that if I continued to walk like this, I would have a windfall.

This isn’t just luck.

I just did a favor by helping the old lady.

I once helped a motorcyclist who almost got into an accident after getting caught up in a housewife.

I received this award because I helped two people who were hurting greatly.

“What a misfortune.”

As I was walking, right before I got to the main road.

The wind blew.

Hwiiing.

The fallen leaves rolled on the ground in the wind and made a sound.

Ssss-

“….Huh?”

Yellow-colored paper seen between fallen leaves.

“No way….?”

There was a number written on the piece of paper that I quickly picked up so that no one would see it.

The very pretty number 50000.

50,000 Won was slightly wet with water, as if it had rolled on the floor from afar, and there was a lot of dirt on it.

But who cares?

It’s 50,000 won.

“Of course, people have to live good lives to make money like this…”

The happiness of picking up money was short-lived and I lost my appetite.

This is because there was an old man standing next to the bungeoppang restaurant right in front.

Dressed in a beautiful hanbok.

“Tsk….”

The inspiration for wearing hanbok in the middle of Seoul?

Yes.

He was already dead.

And next to him, an old man and a young girl were having a conversation.

“Dad! I’m a bungeoppang!”

“Boo… Bungeoppang?”

The man called dad looked embarrassed and rummaged through his pockets.

The man’s expression became bitter, and sadness appeared in his eyes.

“Eunseo… Bungeoppang is not good for your health, so let’s eat it next time.”

“Why?”

Probably because I don’t have money.

And the old man looking at them with a sad expression is probably that child’s grandfather.

I lowered my head and looked at the bill in my hand.

Looking at the dirty banknotes, I felt like I knew what the situation was.

It must have been a bill that the old man rolled in from afar to feed his granddaughter some bungeoppang.

“Huh…well…it wasn’t my money.”

What is there to hesitate?

I immediately walked over and called my uncle.

“Hey, uncle.”

Sigh.

Then, holding a bill in his hand, he bent down and pretended to pick something up.

“Yes?”

“You dropped the money.”

At first glance, he was the type of person who would reject the bill, saying it wasn’t his, so he put the bill in his hand and continued to walk away.

Without even giving me a chance to talk.

It was an instant for the two father and daughter to become distant.

“Oh, that’s right.”

He bowed his head towards the father and daughter who were seen at a considerable distance away.

“You’re a good grandfather.”

Then the old man greeted me with a bright face, as if responding.

Perhaps that house will become peaceful soon.

“My ancestors are from a very good family.”

Doing a good deed warmed my heart.

This is when even your steps become lighter.

“Wait a minute…then what’s a lucky thing?”

Suddenly, I felt like my luck had disappeared.

“Hey….this damn guy….is giving it all away.”

I haven’t officially become a shaman yet…

The hardships were pleasing to the eye.

***

“Mundiya!! Arrived! Wake up!!”

“Five…Five minutes…”

Soon my palm fell to my thigh.

Sigh-

“Ugh…! Write…”

The person watching me rubbing my thighs is my teacher.

A person who can be called God’s Mother in this language.

A person who teaches martial arts.

A famous mansin and a brave shaman whose authority is said to be challenged by no one.

“Ah…don’t hit me…!!!”

“Where is the baby who fell asleep while coming to perform Naerimgut?”

“Ah…I understand…”

Good luck.

It is a sacred event to greet the gods and officially become a shaman.

Today is the day I officially become a shaman.

“Pack your bags.”

“Yes…Yes…”

When I opened the car door, I saw trees.

“You’ve come a long way.”

This is Gyeryongsan Mountain.

A place famous for its clean and pure energy.

A mountain where many shamans and practitioners of the Tao gather.

My new life begins on this mountain, which is famous for its magical powers.

“Ha….fuck…”

I’ve never lived a normal life, but when I thought about actually leaving, I started cursing.

And retribution was immediately imposed.

On the back of my head.

Bah!

“Get a whip, get a whip!”

“Oh, stop hitting me! I’m dying of sadness, really…”

I’ve done a lot of good things, but why do I keep getting beaten up?

It was a virtue and a nabal, but it was all in vain.

Anyway, after walking for a while with the teacher, I came across a ritual.

“Let’s get started.”

A gut is not performed by one person.

There must be someone to beat the drum, and someone to beat the jang or gong.

There is probably no other exorcism with such a splendid staff composition.

This is because shamans who were said to be brave were carefully selected and brought in from all over.

One of the teachers was astounded.

I can’t believe I can summon these shamans with a single phone call.

Ji-e-ing-

The ritual began with the sound of a gong.

The loud sounds of drums and janggu rang out, and the voice of the teacher chasing away mischievous spirits could be heard.

“Hehehe! Back off!! Hey hey!”

I am standing at the center of the exorcism.

It was a strange feeling.

Should I say excitement?

Or thrilling?

Maybe this is what it feels like to be excited.

My head calmly settled amidst the loud noise.

And as soon as the full-scale exorcism began, a clear sound of bells rang out.

rattle –

rattle –

It was strange.

There were no bells anywhere, and no one even shook them.

rattle –

The sound of the bell was loud and clear.

And the sound was starting from my empty hand.

“Huh?”

Usually, you have to follow the sound of this bell to find the real bell you will use in the future.

Hidden here somewhere.

But doesn’t it feel like it’s already in my hands?

It was obviously empty-handed, but it clearly felt like something was being held in the hand.

In fact, both my hands were curled up as if they were already holding something.

“….!!!”

The moment I realized that, heat rose from deep within my heart.

I was excited.

hand.

No, I wanted to shake the bell.

The moment my hands go up to the sky and shake the bells.

Blue lightning fell from the sunny sky.

towards me.

Flash!

Crumbling rumbling —-

And in an instant, my eyes became dark.

With the sound of bells.

rattle –