Abolition of the Wicked

“Ah!” 

A familiar sense of euphoria burst out unknowingly. They also made and drank alcohol and found themselves proud after finding out that it was superior to any other alcohol. However, the alcohol they left behind under the name of Oh Seon-ju was not like alcohol at all. It was clear that the alcohol had a bitter taste, but it was a taste that could only be found in the fresh world, which was completely different from the alcohol that appeared in Inse. 

“Why? What is it?” 

“Ah, it’s nothing.” 

Soon after, people realized that it was a waste of giving Oh Seon-ju to others, so both of them held out their glasses. “Taste it.” 

Jo Seok-chan, with a puzzled expression, only wet his lips like Hwang So-san. However, he spits out the same exclamation. “I know this is alcohol, but it doesn’t feel like alcohol.”

“Isn’t it just like a fresh drink?”

“It’s an appropriate expression.” 

After taking another sip, the two soon realized that there was a letter. 

―We just need a chimney. I don’t need anything other than that. 

“It’s amazing that there are people who remember our quarrels. What kind of people are they?” 

Seeing that Goryeongsan had been turned into a swampy field, this was, by no means, an ordinary Moorim. “Why don’t we talk for a moment?” 

Hwang So-san accepted Jo Seok-chan’s cautious proposal. Wouldn’t that be the best way if you could solve it without leaving this place? “How do we convey our will?” 

“Shouldn’t we also leave our correspondence where there used to be alcohol and correspondence?” 

“What kind of correspondence?” 

“We should meet and talk.” 

“I don’t think I would like meeting you.” 

Meeting an outsider was always a terrifying thing to tremble in one’s heart. There was no way to satisfy their demands.

 “Fine, let’s meet.” 

“Are you okay? Can’t you give me a moment?” 

* * * 

The three stayed at the top of Chimeobong Peak, as written in Bi Hwagok’s letter. There was a thick forest at the bottom of the mountain, but the top was so bleak and barren, and there was even a flat rock in the center. 

“Are you in here?” 

“Yes. Come on.” 

“What do we do? Shall I catch you?” 

“No, let’s wait a little bit.” 

After fifty-fifth distance, after feeling the popularity of the five, one cautiously approached and hid himself. The three of them seemed to think they hid well because they didn’t even move, but in fact, the three of them sensed everything so much that they could even feel him passing gas. 

“Why aren’t these guys coming? Just hold on and let’s talk.” 

When Seo Seok-san opened his mouth hastily, Yeon Ji-hong answered. “Wait one more moment.” 

Fortunately, before the three of them moved, the guy who stepped forward showed up.

Even though Jo Seok-chan was scared, he continued to make his way to the top of the mountain where the three of them were. “Whoa! This is pretty hard.” 

At this, Jo Seok-chan tried to show a friendly smile. It was awkward to meet outsiders after a long time. He then said, “What is the answer, since we have written down what we are going to do?” 

“I can’t give you the Hwagok acupuncture.” 

Damn it! As soon as the words were finished, the rock cracked and the edges fell off. “That’s not the answer we want.” 

Jo Seok-chan was surprised as he spoke hurriedly, “Oh, it’s not that I don’ want to give it… I really can’t give it to you.” 

“Why?” 

“Since 30 years ago, we have been unable to produce Hwagok needles. I had been raising flower buds that could make Hwagokchim, but one day they all died.” 

Do Pyeong-su growled. “If you don’t have it, you will die. I’m going to kill not only you, but all of the others hiding in secret.”

 Seok-san dried up at this response. “Calm down. If there was no way to make it, it wouldn’t have come out. right?” 

“No, of course, not without a way. All of the flower buds we raised are dead, but there are wild flower buds. We need it, especially the queen bee, and it’s in an impossible place to catch.” 

“Where is that?” 

“So Yang-byeok is what you see over there…” 

“It’s a cliff at Dohwabong Peak.” 

“You know. There are several beehives in the middle of So Yang-byeok, but I couldn’t even approach them because the place was and the poison of the hwabong was not too strong. There was no reason to make Hwagokchim.” 

Unless you had a special disease or was not a Moorim, the Hwagokchim was not really necessary. “Is it possible to make a Hwagok needle by catching the queen bee of Hwabong?” 

“That’s right. It takes three.” 

“We need only one.” 

“I’m going to make two more things.” 

“I see. Is it enough for the three queen bees of the flower bud?” 

“I would be grateful if you could give me one more bottle of Oh Seonju. This is a special request from the lord.”

If he could get Hwagokchim, he could have easily given him a hundred bottles of Oh Seonju. “What else do you want?” 

When Do Pyeong-su, Jo Seok-chan hurriedly waved his hands. “You just need those two. If only you can rescue the queen bee of the flower bud… How long can you give me?” 

“Don’t test me right now.” 

Do Pyeong-su grabbed Jo Suk-chan’s back. “It’s not about catching me, it’s the queen of flowers… Ahh!” 

Jo Seok-chan experienced flying for the first time in his life. With his steps, he reached the road that would have taken a full day in just one corner. Do Pyeong-su had thrown Seok-chan off the cliff. “Wait here. I will catch you.” 

In response to Seo Seok-san’s words, Yeon Seok-hong asked. “Do you know what a queen bee looks like?” 

“Can’t we just catch the biggest bee among the bees?” 

Jo Seok-chan, who now received Seo Seok-san’s gaze, quickly nodded. “Yes. Because of their large size and red head, they are easily recognizable. It’s probably in the deepest part of the hive.” 

“Is it okay if it dies?”

“Ah, yes. It can be dead.”

Upon hearing this, Seo Seok-san jumped off the cliff like a suicidal person. While he went to catch the queen bee, Do Pyeong-su asked. “How long does it take to make a Hwagokchim?” 

“It will take a full moon.” 

Do Pyeong-su chuckled. “Would you like it to be faster than that? That’s why we’re leaving this place sooner.” 

“Then, let’s hurry as much as we can.” 

* * * 

Si-bi, who went in to clean Geom Woo-bin’s room, was startled. It was because she had a pile of short beard-like hair on her bed linen. “Jangju is ill!” 

Surprised, she grabbed her bed linen and went outside. After completing morning training, Sehwa ran into her rushing quarrel. “Treasurer! The three generals!” 

“What’s going on?”

 “Look at this!” Sehwa’s expression hardened as she looked at the bed linen she had put out. 

“No way…” 

“Maybe the disease has recurred?” 

Otherwise, the hair would never fall out again. “Don’t tell anyone.” 

Sehwa, who had her join the group, went to sponsorship. Thanks to the improvement of Geom Woo-bin’s disease, Oh Seon-won regained his vigor. ‘Sabaek-nim’s despair will be greater than at the beginning.’ 

As Sehwa, who was full of worries, entered the sponsorship, Geom Woo-bin’s voice was heard. “You didn’t even look after me today.” 

“Of course. Thanks to you, I learned the joy of martial arts, but I don’t intend to be sullen all the time.” Gong Seong-tak was standing in front of Geom Woo-bin’s trio with a smile on his face. However, Jang Manddok, who was holding his arms from a distance, had a face full of dissatisfaction. Sehwa looked at Geom Woo-bin’s head first. His short hair was definitely showing a lot of holes.

‘Ah! It’s gone!’ 

Geom Woo-bin’s expression was brighter than ever. Perhaps she doesn’t know yet that she’s lost her hair. ‘Should I tell you?’ 

He may not know right now, but he would soon find out. The sooner one may know, the quicker they would respond, so they should also let them know. However, Sehwa soon forgot about the hair of Woo-bin. This was because the secret dance between Geom Woo-bin and Gong Seong-tak had begun. She was also learning martial arts, and now she had reached a certain level. 

Surprisingly, despite her late entry into the world, Sehwa, who was surprisingly talented, was showing a good example of the Ilcheolwang thanks to her good mastery and of elixir. However, Gum Woo-bin and Gong Seong-tak showed a different level of martial arts than the ones she knew and was able to perform. 

‘The end of martial arts is unknown.’ She exclaimed and looked at her secret dance, while Sehwa forgot why she was even here. 

After Ban Si-jin’s dance was over and Geom Woo-bin said, ‘Take care of you tomorrow!’ she tried to talk to Jang Mandok, but it seemed that she would have a better chance of speaking with Woo-bin than Jang Mandok, who could not hear her answer. 

“Sabaek.”

Woo-bin, the sword wiping the sweat from his face with her towel, greeted her with a warm welcome. “Sajil of Sehwa. What have you been up to here?” 

“Excuse me… I have something to tell you.” 

Judging by her bright expression, it seemed that she did not know that her disease had recurred. Sehwa carefully opened her mouth. “I don’t think Sabaeknim’s disease is completely cured.” 

“Yes? What does that mean?” 

“AHA! It happened during the exam. Don’t worry, you’ll get better if you put your mind to it.” 

“Yeah? A test?” 

Geom Woo-bin tried to talk to her, but then, she waved her hand. “No, I don’t think it’s time to talk to Sehwasajil yet. Anyway, the disease is not recurring, so don’t worry.” 

It was rude for Geom Woo-bin to keep asking her words like that. Anyway, looking at the expression on her face, it seemed that her worries about Sehwa were just a hoax. 

“Then I’m glad.” When Sehwa passed away, Jang Mandok asked what was going on. 

“I had all the side effects of the priests. I fixed it, so can the priests also fix it?” 

―The four martial arts must be in harmony, aren’t they? It will take the three of us thirty years to master the martial arts to the same level. So it’s convenient to just live like this. I don’t know about the anti-labourer’s work, but the other three will die of old age before they can achieve martial arts. 

“Still, you have to try. There may be other ways besides that. For example, the martial arts that the priest trained in stimulated the white blood so strongly that hair loss would have occurred. I purposely focused on the martial arts of the standing priest. Then my hair fell out again.” 

―And what if the hair doesn’t grow again? 

“Then I will fly.” 

―It’s too dangerous. 

“For the sake of the priests, we have to take that level of risk. Now that we have found the cause, we just need to figure out a way to fix it. It might show itself to you when you do your research. Well… How does the energy that stimulates white blood flow definitely come out of the moment? 

I need to know if it works. Let the priest help me.” 

– How? 

“Please put some saliva on the white blood.” 

– Yeah? It’s not possible! White blood saliva in any form is too dangerous! 

“I know.”

He also learned medicine from Jang Mandok in his spare time, and now he was better than most doctors. “But I need an external stimulus to really feel it.” 

Acupuncture to understand the flow of Qi was not new. However, because the site was white blood, Jang Mandok was terrified. “There is only one chance of it going wrong.” 

When it came to Geom Woo-bin, Jang Mandok wanted to avoid that probability. They moved to the basement rehearsal room so that no one would disturb them. As Geom Woo-bin swung cross-legged, Jang Mandok carefully inserted the Sochim into his head. Before Jang Mandok could try his luck, he shoved his face right in front of Geom Woo-bin. 

―If there is even the slightest abnormality, the practice should be stopped. 

“All right.” Geom Woo-bin, who made a promise, operated the dang-ho-sim method, which had the most influence on Seo Seok-san’s martial arts. Jang Mandok stood close to Geom Woo-bin so that he could drool at any time. 

White blood was dangerous because even the smallest mistake could turn one into an idiot. White steam rose from his head as Geom Woo-bin made his move. 

Jang Mandok placed his hand only an inch away from the saliva and waited. The area around the white spit where the saliva was placed began to swell red. If one were to see even the slightest amount of blood in that area, the needle should be drawn without hesitation. Fortunately, the skin that rose convexly did not spit out blood during Yi Gak’s fortune-telling. 

Geom Woo-bin, who exhaled a long breath, nodded, and Jang Mandok quickly drew in his saliva. “I think I know what the problem is.” 

-Yeah? Are you saying you can fix Seok-san’s hair loss? 

“No. Right now, we just found out what caused the symptoms.”

Finding the cause was fundamental to solving the problem and curing the disease. 

―All treatment starts with finding out the cause. 

“Even if other priests return, we will be keeping this a secret for the time being.” 

-Why? 

“Because you might find yourself feeling disappointed with the result.”