42 – Rumors and Ghost Stories

Her mind was confused like muddy water.

She realized that what she thought was normal was easily destroyed at any time, and she realized that her life, which she thought would be peaceful, was full of madness, and she realized that what she thought was a disaster was actually what saved her, and it was not done in a mild way, but through fear and violence. I realized that I lost.

Disruption of everyday life.

Reversal of perception.

A world that has expanded beyond control.

All of it was making her bow earnestly, bowing earnestly, praying to the invisible being in front of her eyes.

“It’s like you’re a monk.”

Had her prayers been reached?

Jinseong appeared before her eyes as she bowed.

“The virtue of a shaman is blind faith, but you are chasing something else.”

Jinseong said that and raised Rise to her feet.

Rise gave herself to Jinseong’s touch and looked at him with blank eyes.

“…God Lord? How…”

Rise called Jinsung Shinju.

“Shinju, Sinju. It is a very strange expression even if you listen to it.”

Goddess.

In Korea, a piece of wood used to enshrine the dead, such as a mortuary tablet or fat, was called a sinju.

Among the witchcraft that Jinseong knew, there was also a witchcraft that made and used a jar of divine liquor with the ingredients of the new liquor.

However, in Japan, the expression “Shinju” Refers to a person.

It was another expression for a priest, and it was an expression with two meanings: the owner of a gentleman who subdued and robbed the body to become the owner.

Considering the situation in Japan, where shamans come from outside are monitored, it could be said that it was a good expression for Jinseong.

“…Is that so?”

From RiSe’s point of view, there was no better expression than this.

Jinseong is a person who does not worship gods, but he subdued the gods and took the shrine into his hands, so he was not short of being called a god.

“Yes, shrine maiden. What do you want and yearn for, and why are you so lost in delusion?”

Jin-seong said that and met her eyes.

RiSe’s eyes were deeply sunken, and it was easy to see that the shape did not go in the right direction, but that it had sunk due to delusion. No, it wasn’t to the extent of being easily recognized, but I could even feel the longing.

‘These are the eyes I saw a lot during my mercenary days.’

Mercenaries are always with blood and death.

And, if the whole world is in a state of war, the two become thicker.

The smell of blood drives all five senses crazy, and death numbs the senses to the point that they can be thrown away like worthless trash.

Originally, the job of mercenary itself was a job that many rough people entered. Some came because they couldn’t control the desire to kill or violence that welled up in their hearts, others came in because they were crazy about money and used their lives as chips, and there were also people who came to escape from an unbearable past.

The eyes that Rise could see were the ones often seen by people who used to be mercenaries to escape.

“I know eyes like yours. These are the eyes often seen by wanderers who have no purpose and no place to go.”

“No purpose, no place to go…”

RiSe reacted to those words.

“…That’s right. Maybe that’s right.”

Where to goThere is no

Rise’s house was destroyed.

Her father, who was kind to her, was a drug dealer and a person who could easily abandon Rise, and the space that was once her home was taken away by Jin-seong and became a source of madness.

Moreover, her divine power, which once felt so warm as it wrapped around her body, was now felt as inorganic energy, and Mukuri Roku Rinoi Nugami, who believed that it would protect and protect herself, became a machine that only squeezed her divine power while being caught in the slime. Have the same situation

There is no purpose.

Since ancient times, RiSe has lived a life on rails.

Unlike her friends going to college, appearing on TV, learning her martial arts and magic, and pioneering her future, the future given to her is her only son-in-law, her husband, who is a good priest. There was nothing I could do but help.

All she had to do was accept it like her inertia, and if she got married, she would do a great job as a housekeeper.

But now, the rails have all been smashed.

Her father, who would bring her son-in-law to help him become a good priest, went crazy and kidnapped his colleagues, and the body he was supposed to worship became a mere stone. In addition, even though she is not a priest, she can receive infinite divine power from the slime created by Jinseong, becoming a strong person who can wield her strong power as much as she has this ability.

Shiori, who is said to be unmatched in my age group, and Rena, who showed talent in magic and took me from abroad.

Maybe even the people on the top row of those two can easily win.

Lise now has her freedom.

She had to obey Jinseong, but what’s the matter?

Just as one person is not a slave, Rise is not a slave. She is just a free person who, like other people who live in many places, is tied to a slightly stronger rope.

That’s why Rise was wandering.

She was like a hound dog who suddenly got off her leash and was helpless.

Like animals that live in small cages and are released into nature.

Accepting the bleak future that you suddenly encountered as confusion, and accepting that confusion as the result of the absence of happiness.

She was just like that, she was wandering.

Jinseong saw right through RiSe.

“You said you wanted happiness. Is that right?”

“Yes. I…”

“Aren’t you happy?”

“…Yes. I am not happy…”

Seeing her muttering that she was not happy, Jin-seong burst into laughter at her.

“It’s really strange. How can I look just like those who have started the path of training like this!”

“Yes?”

He said.

“It is the heart.”

“Yeah? Simma? That’s…”

“Yes. It is only for practitioners or those who learn martial arts. But since you are experiencing that heartbreak, how can I not say that it is very strange?”

Shimma (心魔) refers to the darkness dwelling in the heart.

Shimma (心魔) refers to the delusion that is caught in the essence.

Shimma (心魔) refers to stains on the mind.

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However, just as it is difficult to see the inside of a dark place from a bright place, ordinary people do not recognize Simma properly, and even if they wander in delusion, they only recognize it and do not try to recognize the essence, so they do not know that it is Simma.

Only those who properly recognize Shimma were those who practiced ascetic practices, those who sought the Way and explored the spiritual world, and those who refined their minds and bodies through martial arts.

“Perhaps you were not a gentleman, but a talented person who should have been born in a temple.I might not.”

Face the darkness in your heart, realize your true nature, escape from delusion, expand your mind, and grow.

This was a great talent.

The lowest condition to enter Shimma was to have a lot of thoughts, and thinking a lot was not something anyone could do.

“Human Resources…”

“It is clear that seeing the stars in your subconscious played a large part in the expansion of your mind. You are gifted.”

“Talent… Is.”

“That’s right. You must have talent to get into the heart, so you definitely have talent.”

Beasts don’t mind.

It’s because you don’t want to expand your mind.

Ghosts don’t mind.

Because instead of lighting up the darkness, he chose to hide in it.

That’s why being in Shimma is proof that you’re human, and it’s a clear blessing.

However, it is a blessing only if you can escape it, and if you cannot escape it, it is no different from a terrible curse.

hahahaha, how lucky I am. I even found a great piece of lumber here, so what can I say if I don’t call it lucky!”

Jinseong smiled happily as if he had earned a side income.

“Yes. I said that I would bless you, so I will take responsibility for what I said.”

Jinseong grabbed her empty space, dragged a cushion that had been placed far away, and placed it in front of her. Then she sat her down and sat across from her.

‘Dream…’

As the figure resembled the figure of the doctor she consulted, Rise could feel an unknown emotion welling up from deep within her own heart.

It was not a sense of betrayal or fear, but rather a positive emotion.

“Yes, you said you wanted happiness. So, are you not happy now?”

“Yes…”

Rise answered helplessly.

“Then I ask. What is happiness?”

“Yes? That’s it… That’s it… Isn’t it a state of being in a good mood?”

“It’s a state of being in a good mood. If so, can you say that you’re happy when you’re in a good mood simply because you’ve taken drugs?

“No! That’s not happy!”

Lisse raised her voice spontaneously as she remembered her drug addict father. She did that, and suddenly realizing that there was a true nature in front of her eyes, she muttered in a voice the size of a mosquito, “I’m sorry,” And lowered her head.

“Then, what is happiness? Just as luck and misfortune have no substance, and the feeling belongs to the person who accepts them, happiness is also insubstantial, and only you should be the standard for judging it. Can you?”

“…I don’t know.”

“Yes. You do not know.”

Jinseong said while watching Rise’s eyes shake in confusion.

“I have seen many people like you. They only wander, do not seek to fill their hearts, and live only to breathe.”

A person who lives in Kim where he was born.

These are the people who could be seen a lot after World War III broke out.

Jin-sung really liked these people.

It is because they were truly grateful beings who allowed me to perform magic that could lead to loss of life without much hesitation.

However, as long as he said he would bless Rise, it was not right for him to become like them. To Jinseong, they were really good beings, but they themselves were unhappy.

“How can I know happiness and dissatisfaction when I do not know the standard of happiness and cannot center my heart? You are not unhappy right now, you have lost your direction.

“A sense of futility…?”

“That’s right. The mind is like water. If it doesn’t flow, it rots. You also lost your mind and couldn’t find your way, so you stopped in place, and since you stopped in place, you rotted away. That’s all.”

After hearing Jinseong’s words, Rise silently chewed on the words.

Direction.

Direction of the mind.

‘… You lost the direction of your heart?’

RiSe thought that Jinseong’s words made sense. Apart from believing that Jin-seong overlapped with the doctor he had seen in his dream, the contents were clearly credible.

If you think about it, RiSe always had a fear of the unknown.

Although he wanted to break away, he couldn’t boldly step forward because of fear, and while he envied his friends, he did not practice beyond using his divine power for self-defence. He didn’t try to develop other abilities, and he didn’t study or develop other skills.

‘… I’m not sure. But if I get it right, can I be happy?’

Having gained her freedom, she could now go anywhere.

However, it rather became her fear, and it shook her mind and brought her mind.

Her overthinking was poison.

“Which direction should I go?”

Rise asked Jinseong.

And Jin-sung burst into laughter again as she looked at Rise, who was eagerly looking at herself.

hahahaha! You looked like a monk before, but now you look like a shrine maiden. Looking in the same direction as the attendant and trying to walk in the same direction is a true example of a shrine maiden.”

Jinseong laughed like that, then she said.

“Let’s see. The best way to get started is to have a hobby. What do you like?”

Hobby?

Favorite thing?

Rise pondered for a while at Jinsung’s question.

“I didn’t really have anything I didn’t like or dislike. I just like hanging out with my friends. I think that’s how it was.”

“Hmm, did you like to play?”

Jinseong had something about her at those words.

“It’s about playing. That’s good.”

He said, bringing her face to Rise.

“A festival. A festival would be nice.”

Jinseong’s eyes reflected in Rise’s pupils.

It was bent

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