Come on! Come on!
Sigh! Sigh! Sigh!
Im Sobyong swallowed dry saliva. In a fine blue-colored cauldron, a thick liquid of mysterious colors, which was hard to describe, was bubbling.
And in front of him, the sound rang constantly whenever Chung-Myung stirred the pot. The expression was heartbreaking, but it was clear that something was being made anyway.
Im Sobyong, who glanced at Chung-Myung's face, spoke quietly.
"How much longer do I have to do this…….”
Im Sobyong shot out incredibly fast as a sick man. Then, he quickly ran to the front of Chung-Myung with a bottle of water.
"Here you are!"
But Chung-Myung distorted his face as soon as he saw the bottle.
"Not this one, the cool one! Cool water floating in the ice!"
"Oh, ice water?”
Embarrased Im Sobyong asked back reflexively. Then Chung-Myung looked scary.
"No, because you want to see this guy screw up? Don't you know how important this is?"
"Oh, no, no! No way!"
"If it's a little out of order, it's a sign. You don't want to fix it? Do I just flip it all over?"
"Well, that can't be true.
Im Sobyong ran like a bolt from the blue again.
After a while, returning sweating, his hands held a real bottle of ice-filled ice.
"Ho. Where did you get the ice from?”
"Well, I picked it up from the cave down there! I asked the Mundos to pick it up!"
"It's a long way from there, but we've been there very quickly. Give it to me."
"Here it is! Here it is."
Im Sobyong quickly held out politely and Chung-Myung shook the pot with one hand and took it.
Then he took the bottle to his mouth without hesitation.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
The spirit was scattered from Im Sobyong's face, which was full of expectations.
What you eat...No, the seal was for you to eat...….
I thought I was going to put it in the end again...….
Im Sobyong pressed down the water filling his eyes.
But Chung-Myung's demands were never ending.
"Oh, I'm so hungry I'm losing my energy."
"Would you like me to bring you some sweets?"
"No, this guy? Do you think I live on sweets every day?"
"…sorry, I'm sorry…"….”
Im Sobyong's cheeks began to tremble with a deep fit.
But what can we do? The guy with the knife is a government official.
The marriage squad Chung-Myung is now building was the only way to cure his condition. The moment Chung-Myung pushes forward with the manufacture of the altar, Im Sobyong's life is also a blow.
So I have to put up with it even if it's dirty and annoying.
"If you cure the disease, I'll just...….’
"Oops! My hands slipped...….”
Then the pot tilted sideways. Surprised Im Sobyong flew and grabbed the pot with his whole body.
"Joe, be careful!"
"Oh, is it because I'm hungry? I can't use my hands at all.”
"No, Joe, wait a minute! I'll be right back!"
"Hey, what's the rush? Take your time."
"What a dog……."
"……No, it's not. I'll be right back!"
Im Sobyong stormed out again. His disciples shook their heads as they watched him.
"You're making the King of Green Forest work.""…I know. It's like a king of green forests."
In front of Chung-Myung's masu, the high name of North Sea Ice Palace and the notoriety of King Noklim were meaningless. At least for Chung-Myung.
It felt strange to see Chung-Myung, who casually acts like a bell to King Greenim.
"So why did you come to Hwasan...….”
"Life is a wake-up call.
"Sasook, then choose between meeting Chung-Myung and dying."
"……I'm just going to die.
Everyone sighed deeply in sympathy with Im Sobyong's situation.
My eyes are pale.
Im Sobyong is like a sick man...…. No, he was originally a sick man, but he collapsed in front of the pot with a much more sickly appearance.
On the other hand, Chung-Myung, who is stirring the pot, has been drinking well and eating well, and his face is shiny.
"Oh, I'm thirsty again."
"…Here you are."
"Huh? Did you get it in advance?”
"……Yes, it's a drink that the seal likes."
The fundamental question of whether it's okay to drink while on the podium has long been lost in Im Sobyong's head. It's so pointless to argue with Chung-Myung.
Chung-Myung sprained his lips when he saw Im Sobyong's bottle.
"It's cold. I like it cool."
Im Sobyong grabbed the bottle with his trembling hands and pushed the chill in.
Then the bottle quickly frosted young, and there was light ice in the drink.
"Here you are."
"Wow, that's convenient. I'm sure you're half-drinking and half-drinking. You have the cold at your disposal! It must be cool in the middle of summer. That would be great."
Chung-Myung, who snatched the liquor bottle by talking roughly, put the bottle in his mouth. The Adam's apple moved loudly with a gulp.
"Wow! This is it! This is it!"
Im Sobyong just looked at the figure with a slightly more squishy eye.
Just be your bandit.
I'll be the master.
Is there such a thing as an idea in heaven? If he had an idea, he would have been born as a bandit and Im Sobyong as a Taoist.
That's how you deal with things.
"…Anything else you need?"
"Well, what else is there?"
Im Sobyong's eyes flinched at the sight of Chung-Myung, who was lost in thought while moving his hands.
Why doesn't that d*mn spirit come to completion?
I've been on the podium for three days! All the time!
Thanks to you, he hasn't been able to sleep for three days and he's taking all sorts of steps here!
"…Hey, Chung-Myung, stamp."
"Is it ever going to be completed…"…?”
"Oh, my God!"
I couldn't resist asking, but Chung-Myung looked at me and was nervous.
"Rice needs to be cooked to be cooked! Does that make a quick meal? Is it because I only ate raw rice because it's a sanjeok. You don't have much patience!"
……What kind of rice do you boil for three days? The Jukdo burnt must have been enough for you.
And sanjeok also makes rice...….
Then Chung-Myung shrugged and said.
"Wait a little longer. I'm almost there."
"Well, are you sure?"
"Did you just cheat?"
Tears filled Im Sobyong's eyes.
How did I...….’
Unlike a bandit, the bandit who has kept the foresight and loyalty of man was learning life in the hands of a Taoist who had never watched such a thing before.
It was that moment.
Fraud is like a meal, but it never lies.…. No, a glaring light suddenly began to shoot out of the pot, as if to prove that lies are only once in a while."Oh!"
At the same time, Im Sobyong's face, which was dying, began to smudge.
The color of the five colors that had been spouting turned purple, and an auspicious purple filled the room.
Im Sobyong sprang up from his seat. His eyes were fixed on a purple liquid filled in the pot.
"Ee, is this a marriage party?"
Im Sobyong swallowed a dry sting.
I doubt that it's a better thing, but the drugs he's about to see are not unusual.
It's... it's real!’
How many elixir did he take to cure his illness so far?
Some of them were elixir drugs that could not even be obtained by giving them money. But none of the elixir captured him just by looking at it like this.
And what about this pure smell that penetrates your nose?
Whether it was a marriage party or not, it was clear that it was an eternity that would be hard to find even if it searched the world.
At that moment, Chung-Myung kicked the pot and flew it to Ho Gong.
"Oh, my God!
The thick medicine that was full popped up. Unlike Im Sobyong, who was surprised as if his heart had been pulled out, Chung-Myung calmly pulled out a sword and cut down the rising mass of medicine.
Oh, my god!
In an instant, hundreds of pieces of medicine rolled round and fell to the floor.
Finally, the elixir was arranged on the floor in the form of a complete monocular ring. Im Sobyong looked at it, forgetting to breathe.
"Ee, can I eat now?”
"Yes, it's done."
"Go, thank you, stamp!"
After a long and tearful time, he finally got the elixir. He immediately reached for the result.
But at that moment.
"Oh, that's not it."
"That one's this one.”
Im Sobyong turned slightly towards Chung-Myung. A row of elixir tablets and a few monophases were located a short distance away.
"No, why is that the only thing separate.
"Other things are just elixir, and that's medicine."
"What's the difference?"
"Hey! Even if you're a similar patient, your prescription depends on your physical condition, so can you use the same medicine for a sick person and a healthy person? It's the basics of medicine."
"Hehe. That's why I made a special small pot. I'm this sensitive."
No wonder there were two pots.
Im Sobyong gazed at his share of the small group with suspicious eyes.
"Hey…… a stamp?"
"I think this is the only one that's a little light."
"It's just a feeling."
"…I think the scent is a little weak."
"Sniff. I'm the same."
"…Can't we just eat that?"
"You keep doubting me. Have you been fooled?"
Im Sobyong ended up in tears.
'There's someone else in the world I can trust.’
How can I trust you, you...….I'd rather believe in all men…….
In the meantime, Chung-Myung swept in a sack made from somewhere. It was a quick move as if Im Sobyong would not let him touch it.
"You're going to eat right away, right?”
"Hurry up and eat. I'll stamp it for you."
Im So-yong, who was alternating between the small podium and the sack that Chung-Myung gave out with suspicious eyes, soon gave up and sighed."Yee, is this really a cure for the disease?”
"Stop talking and try it quickly."
"…I'll believe you."
He changed his seat with a look of abandonment. I felt my whole body bristled with tension. The thumping sound of the heart rang loudly in my ears.
Soon, he confessed his acceptance with a determined face. And with his eyes closed, he began to seal the genitals.
"Turn it around as I lead you."
Unable to open his mouth, Im Sobyong nodded lightly. Chung-Myung put his hand on his shoulder and gently guided him.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Soon after, Im Sobyong's body exuded a pure energy.
Hwasan's disciples, watching from afar, whispered surprisingly.
"It's not a scam."
"That can't be true.”
"Shh. Be quiet. Here comes the coin."
Go, go, go.
The slow energy began to increase as time went by. A strong energy pushed Im Sobyong's body up an inch from the floor.
The colorless and transparent energy became more purple, and at the same time, sweat began to flow down Im Sobyong's whole body like rain.
Even the Chung-Myung was unbecomingly focused and stamped his energy with a serious face.
At the moment, a white chill flowed out of Im Sobyong's body like an avalanche and began to swirl together with a purple.
The negative energy that was eating inside him was finally released out of his body.
Oh, my god!
The frightening energy slowly regained its stability, and soon circled Im Sobyong's body like a river flowing high. Then slowly began to be absorbed back into Im Sobyong's body.
Chung-Myung breathed out and pulled his hand off Im Sobyong's shoulder and stepped back.
Now all I could hear was Im Sobyong's low breath.
A little later.
Im Sobyong opened his eyes after finishing all the crying. At the same time, a dazzling light came out.
Looking around, he slowly lifted himself up.
All of Hwasan's disciples, who were watching it, were unknowingly amazed.
This is because Im Sobyong's momentum is definitely different from before. I felt a different weight and presence than before, even though I wasn't exuding too much energy.
Above all, his face, which was always full of color without blood, was full of vitality and complexion.
Im Sobyong had a confident smile on his lips.
"It's not an exaggeration to say that it's the elixir of heaven. I'd like to express my deepest gratitude to Hwasan."
You sound a little different.
Chung-Myung asked, slightly tilting his head.
"Are you feeling well?"
"You're full of energy. The energy goes round and round. The terrible sound that was blocking the chest almost disappeared! It's Yakson's marriage party. It's worth everything!"
Chung-Myung opened his eyes slightly dimly with a sullen face.
"That tone has changed so much.”
"Hahaha! Don't worry, stamp! I'm not a person who doesn't know my kindness. I'll take my HWASAN as a benefactor, and I'll follow that example! Hahahahaha! Ugh! Ugh...Cough! Huh?"
Im So-yong, who was confident, seemed to be getting a little stiff, but soon became very embarrassed and distorted.
"Cough! No, why is this...…. Cough! Cough, cough! Oh, no! Cough!
Blood trickled out of his mouth curled up with his waist down. He looked back at Chung-Myung with a bewildered face without even thinking about wiping his blood.Chung-Myung scratched his head with a slightly embarrassed face.
"Well, it did heal, but...….”
Then he smacked his lips.
"It's about a syllable now."
"……Wow, what's the cure?"
"Don't worry. Treatment doesn't always end with one shot. If you eat a couple more times, it'll be neat.”
Im Sobyong was speechless for a while. He looked back and forth at Chung-Myung's face and the Jasodan in his hand and asked as if he had barely come to his senses.
"You have to pay extra……?”
"I'm sure you are.”
Im Sobyong grinned.
"You son of a b*tc*."
Chung-Myung smiled proudly at Im So-bong, who was confused with happiness and frustration. And he banged his chin at his disciples.
"Throw it in the warehouse somewhere."
"Yeah, people should be consistent. Tsk."
Baek Cheon sighed as he watched Im Sobyong, who was being held in Jo-Gol's hands.
You are so consistent.
It's a problem because it's so consistent...….