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    Nimagalchen, one of the monks at Podalap Palace, was so sick that he was on the verge of death.

    It’s been almost a year since Podalap Palace took on the posture of a half-prime gate.

    Nimagalchen was feeling a sense of crisis.

    ‘I understand the feelings of the palace lord who cares for him, but…’

    The atmosphere inside Podalap Palace was becoming more subdued as time went by. Considering the feelings of the palace lord and his wife, the monks began to voluntarily limit their enjoyment little by little, but as the palace lord’s condition deepened, the self-reflection also gradually became more intense.

    The weight of self-reflection that has gradually increased has piled up to the point that even making small talk is noticeable…

    Nimagalchen, who enjoys going out and seeing various things, didn’t seem to be living these days.

    ‘At least I’ll have some pleasure in living today.’

    Sigh.

    Opening the small door for supplying supplies, Nimagalchen waited for the merchants. It was no exaggeration to say that merchants bringing in daily necessities from outside were the only way to hear news from outside.

    “You worked hard to get here.”

    “No. You must have been through a lot, Mr. Milseung.”

    As the merchant motioned, the porters began to unload various necessities. However, the speed was quite different from usual. Usually, they were porters who only responded to merchants’ requests and moved slowly, but they were carrying goods quickly and sweating like people who had left behind some urgent matter.

    ‘Oh no, I shouldn’t be doing this…’

    It was an embarrassing situation for Nimagalchen, who was trying to talk to the merchant and hear everything going on in the world.

    “Keuhum, is there something urgent?”

    “Yes? Ah…is it because those guys are doing that?”

    “I’m worried because the atmosphere is different from usual.”

    “Ah, that is…”

    Nimagalchen, seeing the merchant’s complexion clouding, decided that there would be an interesting story to tell. Unlike Buddhism in the Central Plains, which passed down the teachings of Buddhism without regard for qualifications, Lamaism strictly proposed qualifications for obtaining the teachings and truth of Buddhism. Therefore, merchants were reluctant to talk about worldly things to the emissaries accompanying them at Podalap Palace.

    It is thought that it is a violation of Buddhist scriptures that disturbs the ears of secret monks who are practicing arduous practice.

    ‘Man, those smugglers don’t even have contact with the outside world like this.’

    Podalap Palace began when the first palace lord, who was an ordinary warrior, built a palace to gain spiritual enlightenment and invited lamas from various sects. Strictly speaking, the martial artists who guarded Podalap Palace and practiced martial arts were warriors who guarded monks and emissaries, and were not monks. They just use illegality as a means to improve their martial arts skills.

    Inside Podalap Palace, practitioners who practice martial arts and monks are strictly separated.

    However, in the eyes of merchants outside, ascetics and monks are all just the same.

    “It’s okay. How can worldly affairs be said to be dirty? Knowing how ordinary people live is also a practice.”

    So speak quickly. I ask you to deliver provocative news from the secular world that you judge to be blasphemous.

    “Indeed…!”

    The merchant, who was so moved that he put his hands together, finally opened his mouth.

    “The reason these lazy mule-like guys move so quickly is because they want to see something to see.”

    “You mean something to see? It looks like a circus troupe has visited.”

    “Yes, that is absurd for the circus…”

    “Similar…?”

    “They say it’s magic!”

    The porter who was carrying the luggage intervened. The merchant glared at him with his eyes wide open, but the tactless porter couldn’t even make gestures with his hands, so he explained diligently while spitting.

    “These days, men and women from Jungwon roam the streets and perform! All of the women have skin as white as snow and are very beautiful, but their talent with their pretty hands is so outstanding! How can you forget even seeing the face and become so absorbed in the talent!”

    “Ho, I see.”

    A circus troupe from the central plains where all kinds of culture flourished? It seemed like they were using a new technique with the rather ominous name of magic.

    “As expected, they seem to be a talented circus troupe as expected from those who came from the central region.”

    “Oh my! The tricks they perform can be considered true magic! We are no match for the tricks performed by the circus troupes!”

    “You bastard! Stop babbling and go do your work!”

    The merchant repeatedly bowed and apologized.

    “Have you ever seen that performance?”

    “Well, that’s right. I’ve seen it a few times too.”

    “Is their technology that great?”

    “That’s right. In the fortress of Lhasa, whenever they appear, people gather like a cloud. Usually, entertainers use their skills as hostage to extort money, but these people from the central plains show magic tricks without hesitation, so even those foolish guys who spend their entire daily wages on alcohol can enjoy watching.”

    Nimagalchen wanted to ask more about those so-called magicians, but the workers had already finished their work.

    “…Good job.”

    “Little people, let’s leave now.”

    Like lightning, the workers who finished their work and the merchant who led them disappeared.

    Nimagalchen stroked his chin.

    Supplying goods to Podalap Palace is considered a great honor among merchants. The merchant who repeatedly bowed before Nimagalchen acted like a small merchant, but in reality, he was a merchant who owned a mansion in Lhasa, had several concubines, and controlled hundreds of people. It is a sight to behold that even the target audience can’t spare praise for.

    miss you.

    I wish I hadn’t heard the story, but how could I bear it even after hearing a story that raises my expectations like this?

    “Magic, magic…”

    Is it true that the name of the technique used by the Central Plains is magic?

    “If I do this well, I can go out and see it properly, right?”

    Even though he is a martial arts monk, he is clearly one of the Buddhist disciples. How could we ignore the appearance of strangers using an ominous technique called magic in Lhasa, the city beneath our feet? We needed to take the time to look very closely and carefully to see if it was just magic in name or if it was a truly evil trick!

    Nimagalchen immediately ran to get permission to go out.

    “Now…”

    Nurubuchi frowned upon hearing Nimagalchen’s story.

    “In this situation where Lord Xiaogung’s condition is getting worse day by day, are you saying that instead of refining your Buddha-mind, you are now going to see an evil spectacle?”

    “However, it is something that cannot be ignored. If they are just a circus troupe, it doesn’t matter, but if they are really a circus troupe, what are you going to do?”

    “Um…”

    Nimagalchen continued to push, thinking that Nurubuchi was being persuaded little by little.

    “It has been almost a year since the main palace went silent. Isn’t it possible that a group of deceived people approached Lhasa thinking that the main palace was completely asleep?”

    “Is that really the intention?”

    “Of course. I will leave the palace and thoroughly understand the tactics used by the Central Plains and their intentions.”

    In the end, Nurubuchi had no choice but to allow Nimagalchen to go out.

    However, with Nimagalchen, the results were different from what was expected.

    Not only Nurubuchi, Nimagalchen’s superior, but also Ottercha, Nurubuchi’s executioner, followed along.

    “….Nurubuchi? Otter tea?”

    “What do you do? Please guide me quickly. If you are truly a misguided person, do you think you can handle it on your own?”

    “You may be prejudiced because you are an outsider, so let’s take a closer look over the next few days.”

    ….Don’t these people just want to go see the sights themselves?

    Nimagalchel looked at the two with suspicion, but they were gangsters.

    “What are you doing? Hurry and move! If you want to see that magic, you have to hurry!”

    “….Yes.”

    *** ***

    I took a card out of the pack and showed it to the crowd. It was a magic hand made with a size and material similar to modern poker cards.

    The card had a cute squirrel drawn on it.

    “Guys, actually, this squirrel is a magic squirrel.”

    “No way!”

    “He likes to ride around my body so much that I have no choice but to seal it like this, but if I look away for a moment, it becomes like this!”

    The squirrel paddle disappeared from my hand.

    “No, it was there just a moment ago?”

    I acted humorously and pulled out squirrel cards from all over my body. I put the squirrel card in the small pocket attached to my belt and closed the pocket tightly.

    “This guy is here again!”

    As the squirrel in my pocket came out from all over my body, exclamations of exclamation continued to flow out. At first, those who jeered, wondering if they had hidden the same tile, quickly turned into admiration as they drew tiles multiple times from all over their bodies.

    “It’s really amazing!”

    It’s been quite a while since there was a street performance in Lhasa. Fundamentally, there was a lack of things to see and do in Lhasa. When we performed in Lhasa, naturally, people flocked to us like a cloud.

    This body Hocheonan.

    Since then, he has been a top expert.

    Among the crowd of people, I caught the sign of a person from Podalap Palace. To be precise, as I chased after a hidden figure, I saw a warrior with a shaved head standing there.

    The chief here was not without people who had learned martial arts.

    However, unless you are a monk from Podalap Palace who came to spy on the commotion outside, there is no reason to hide and watch the magic performance.

    There was also no question about his inner strength.

    It seems that he was so immersed in the magic I was showing that he forgot to hide his presence.

    You showed up at just the right time.

    “Everyone! Did you enjoy it?”

    “Fun!”

    “Do it again tomorrow!”

    “Haha, I hear you guys are having fun.”

    I shouted, making a squirrel card appear in my hand.

    “This guy is having fun too!”

    Ha ha ha ha ha!

    After waiting for the burst of laughter to pass, I opened my mouth.

    “Everyone, do you know that a stage is being built in the vacant lot to the south?”

    Loud. Loud.

    “Me and my fellow magicians are preparing to perform there. The stage will probably be completed tomorrow or the day after. There, we will show off magic that is so amazing and mysterious that it cannot even be compared to what it is now!”

    “Oh…!”

    “We ask for your much anticipation and support!”

    When the squirrel paddle was waved, coins and silver coins poured out along with cheers. Although it is different from the coins and silver coins of the Central Plains, it is similar in that it is ultimately made of valuable metal.

    I shook out the coins that had accumulated in the overturned bamboo ribs and began to slowly walk around the alley.

    If the real person from Podalap Palace has come down, I can’t help but follow my footsteps.

    Because I am a peak expert.

    No matter how much of a foreigner he is from Jungwon, it would be suspicious no matter what anyone thought about a master of the best performing on the streets. What if the warrior from Podalap Palace did not come only from my side? It’s even more suspicious. If you have met Heukmyo, Dang Do-yeon, or Yeo Il-ye, they are beauties who have reached the lofty state of transcendence and are performing on the street.

    Now, the key question is whether the person from Podalap Palace who is following me happened to be passing by and saw my performance, or whether he is a disciple of Buddhist monks who came to investigate the Central Plains who use a technique with a foul-smelling name called ‘magic’. .

    And the answer seemed to be the latter.

    Because three bald-headed people were blocking my path.

    “Since you seem to be a member of the Central Plains, I will call you Lord. I am a dervish monk called Nurubuchi.”

    “Oh, I guess the Buddha guided me to meet the practitioners like this. My name is Ho Cheon-an from Sacheon.”

    “I enjoyed the previous performance. As a Buddhist disciple, I heard the name magic.”

    As expected, magic aggro worked.

    Yes, it makes no sense to ignore the demon character even though you are a Buddhist disciple.

    “ is working hard to form nurubuchi and unwavering spirit, but it seems like the practice is still lacking. I was curious about the story of how a Lord with great martial arts skills was showing off his magic skills on the streets, so I ended up blocking the road.”

    What kind of rice cake is this?

    I thought that for an official investigation team to come out of Podalap Palace, it would take until the residents of Lhasa, who had a taste of stage magic, shook the city.

    Although it was a bit early, it wasn’t a bad story.

    “If practitioners are curious about my story, I can tell you as much as I want. But the story is too long to tell on the street. So, how about moving to my accommodation?”

    “Umm…”

    The three monks exchanged glances for a moment and then put their hands together.

    “I will accept the invitation.”

    I smiled and looked at the three people.

    It is a matter of moving Podalap Palace, one of the great forces equivalent to Gupilbang. The key to opening the door to Podalap Palace is obviously a magic performance, but I did not think that a magic performance alone would be enough to easily enter Podalap Palace and obtain the qualifications to treat the Lord of the Ox Palace.

    No matter how good the food is, setting the table does not end with just food.

    Now, I need to instill in these three practitioners who came to me after being seduced by the lure of magic, the thought that, ‘It is not surprising that these people know the cure for syllable veins.’

    Is it for no reason that the term ‘doorknob power’ exists?

    Wouldn’t the palace owner of Podalap Palace be interested in us if we boiled the three people who would be the ones to deliver our news to the palace owner of Podalap Palace?

    So, it was necessary to lay the paving stones in advance.

    For example, even if you don’t know the treatment for oral syllable veins, it provides a background that isn’t strange.

    So, it was time to sit the three monks in our lodgings and tell them the detailed story of the Hocheonan Family, a wandering magic group that travels far and wide to overcome the natural evil of their special constitution.

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