Return of Mount Hua Sect

"What are you talking about? Tell me more about it!"

When Chung-Myung pressed, Baek Sang said in a hurry, looking fed up with par.

"Ears, ghosts came out!"

"So what does that mean?"

"I saw the hazy ears and ghosts swimming between the sides! It's not just one person. It's just two people today!"

"…so?"

"What do you mean? I'm a ghost!"

The more I listened to Baek Sang, the more sullen Chung-Myung's face became.

"Living quarters."

"Huh?"

"What does Sasook do?"

"Me? It's me……" It's a mess."

"Hey!"

Chung-Myung kicked Baek Sang.

"Yay!"

Baek Sang rolled out and fell with a bizarre scream.

"Humans! What? Ghosts? You're supposed to control ghosts when they come out, and you're making a fuss because you're scared?"

What's the gate like?

It is a place where individuals are disciplined, and furthermore, the people are saved, and all the unique things are excluded by following the logic of the Samramans.

In other words.

"The shamans go to the haunted and doze off and make money! What do you mean a master is making a fuss about seeing a ghost? If you're afraid of ghosts, who catches them? Who!"

Chung-Myung breathed fire from his mouth as if he were dying of frustration.

"And you're the only one here? Where's the middle man?"

"Hye, Hye Yeon?"

"Yes!"

"When he heard that there was a ghost, he locked the door and read the book.…."

"……I'm really in love with all my heart."

Chung-Myung covered his forehead with one hand, as if he had a headache.

"There are so many masters and so many middle schools, but none of them is the right one. Oh, my God."

It's better that cats are afraid of mice. How do you think they're running away from ghosts?

"Are they in good condition? Do you want me to roll it properly?"

"Then you lose more energy...…."

"Hug it!"

"Squeal."

All the disciples who came to see even the savior shrugged at Chung-Myung's fierce momentum. Chung-Myung kicked his tongue in a pathetic.

"There's no ghost in the world...…. Uh…. No, wait a minute."

If you look at it, I'm a ghost, too, right?

"Huh?"

In the past, Chung-Myung used to snort when he was told that he was a ghost, but considering what he had experienced, it was not necessarily nonsense.

"A ghost."

When Baek Cheon muttered as if he was dumbfounded, Yoon-jong squinted.

"By the way, didn't you say that the reason why you were able to buy this place cheaply when you first bought it was because of the ghost?"

"He, he did."

"It's not nonsense. It's impossible to happen that the good-natured manor has been emptied into the abandoned house. Besides, two people saw ghosts, right?"

"…So you're really haunted?"

Baek Cheon tilted his head in doubt.

I can't believe it's a ghost in Daemyungcheon.

"What do you think, brother and sister...…."

Looking back, Baek Cheon was a little embarrassed. I couldn't see Yoo-Esul always a couple of steps back.

"Where'd he go again...…."

His words didn't run out.

She was standing close to the entrance of Hwayeongmun and slipped out.

"…What are you doing?"

Yoo-Esul muttered with a blunt face to Baek Cheon's question.

"Ghost."

"……."

"Without a knife. I can't beat you. I'm scared.""……."

Baek Cheon looked up at the sky with a sad face.

There's no normal person.'

That word just now could be interpreted in many ways.

On the outside, it means that ghosts without knives are scary, but on the other hand, it means that there is nothing to be afraid of if they are knives.

No wonder my liver usually came out of the boat.

"Baek Sang아."

"Yes, death penalty."

"Who is it that you saw the ghost?"

"Yes, one is a disciple of Hwagyeongmun. I'm so surprised that I'm stabilizing my room."

"What about the other one?"

"It's me?"

"……."

"……."

Baek Cheon wrapped his face around him.

There's no real normal person.'

No, this guy used to be a little normal. How did the kid end up so badly?

Do it.

How many people in Wasan are not broken now?

Baek Cheon sighed and asked.

"Tell me exactly what you saw."

"Yes, death penalty! As I was going between the two, I felt a little chilly, so I raised my head."

"Yeah."

"Something hazy just goes by! I knew it as soon as I saw it! This is a ghost. At the same time, I'm getting goosebumps all over my body!"

"And?"

"This is sweet."

"……."

"……."

Baek Cheon, who looked at Baek Sang with despondent eyes, clenched his fist without realizing it.

"…Calm down, death penalty."

"I wish I could."

I wish I could, you son of a b*tc*!

Baek Cheon, who tried to calm himself down with deep breathing, looked around. Although Chung-Myung gave a little calm after a throbbing, there was still anxiety hanging over his disciples' faces.

"Is there any chance you're not a ghost? Like a master who's hard to follow with his eyes."

"People can't do that. It's not just fast, it's hazy.… and it seemed half transparent. Above all, I felt a really dreary atmosphere."

"……Well."

Baek Cheon let out a faint, acrid voice.

Although he is now a member of the Jaegyeonggak, Baek Sang once boasted about his skills in the white porcelain boat. Not even a very rational person.

Then he couldn't have been frightened and seen nothing.

"A real ghost comes out?'

Baek Cheon glanced at the foreground.

Is it just me?

The entire angle of Hwagyeongmun seemed gloomy for no reason.

The new hand-held angle cannot be worn out in the meantime.

"What do you do, Chung-Myung?"

"What?"

"There's a ghost coming out."

"What about it?"

"……No, it's a ghost."

Chung-Myung snorted at Baek Cheon.

"What's wrong with ghosts? There's nothing to be scared of when a knife is stuck, and if it's not, he can't hit me, so there's nothing to be scared of."

"……."

That's logical.

Chung-Myung waved his hand in annoyance.

"If you have time to pay attention to such useless things, just swing the knife one more time. Ghosts freeze to death."

At the end of his blunt remark, he swung inside, and all the remaining disciples looked at his back and angle with anxious eyes.

"Oh, what do I do, Sasook?"

"Huh?"

Jo-Gol said with a slightly white face.

"Chung-Myung is this guy, so you don't have to worry. The ghost won't take him."

If you compare the world's rich ghosts with the devil who crawled out of hell, wouldn't ghosts be able to pull it off?

If you are a ghost who knows my subject and finds his way around, Chung-Myung will never touch you."But we're not. What should I do if I encounter a ghost?"

"…Is there anyone here who can do martial arts?"

"Is there such a thing in Hwasan?"

"……."

Uh, well... it could have been in the old days.

"Shouldn't we at least call the Taoist?"

"We're out of business. Who are you calling, madman?

"No……, not just the knifes we know how to use, but the right ones."

"……Jo-Gol."

"Yes, Sa-suk!"

"Wake up. If you don't want to get beaten up."

"Yes."

Baek Cheon sighed.

After suffering so much from Chung-Myung, they are now Hwasan's disciples who have almost lost their head against people, but dealing with ghosts was another matter.

Baek Cheon coughed loudly and called attention.

"Anyway, there can be no such thing as ghosts in the world."

"……."

Whasan's disciples were all woeful, even though the word sounded very calm.

It's not convincing to talk with such a white face.….'

But Baek Cheon firmly continued.

"However, there may be problems one by one in a cloth, so from now on, don't go around alone and go around in pairs at least. I'll see the situation again after a few days of silence."

"Yes, death penalty."

"All right, Sasook."

After talking, Baek Cheon threw his eyes at the front again and shook his head.

"Come on, don't tell me."

There was a subtle amount of water on his face.

But contrary to what he thought, the fuss didn't end as easily as he thought.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Late night

The doors of the hall burst open at the same time at a sudden scream.

"What, what!"

"Are you an intruder?"

Everyone packed their shoes and ran to the place where the screams rang out.

"The death penalty!"

"What?"

And what they found was a blue stick that fell with a crab in its mouth.

"Bong, wake up!"

"Oh, my god, ears, ghosts...…."

He turned his eyes halfway and pointed at Ho Gong with trembling hands.

"Ears. Ghosts! Ears...…."

"Wake up!"

"……LOL."

Whoops!

But just as he was about to let go of his ritual, a clout fell on his forehead. There was a crackling sound of walnuts.

"Argh!"

"What do you mean, the Taoist faints when he sees a ghost? Are you crazy?"

Cheongbong, who had lost half his mind, rolled the floor with his forehead clasped.

Chung-Myung looked down at the figure with pathetic eyes.

"Anyway, everyone's into it."

"Cher, Chung-Myung."

"Why don't you wake up quickly?"

When Chung-Myung shouted, Cheongbong jumped out of his seat and took a floating position.

"Oh, my God. You wake someone up by hitting them.'

'Creative, definitely creative.'

While everyone was admiring, Chung-Myung asked Cheongbong.

"What did you see?"

"Ears, it was a ghost!"

"So what does the ghost look like?"

"Oh, no, that's something hazy about it.…. No, I think it was reddish……. Huh? Was it transparent?"

"……why the hell do you have those eyes? Is it a hole?"

"Wow, it happened so quickly……."

"Grow up, wife and children."

Chung-Myung kicked Cheongbong's butt and sighed.

"I believe in these things."

But this time he also had doubts in his mind. He narrowed his forehead for a moment and fell into agony.

You're saying it wasn't seen by one or two people?'

In addition, the witnesses' testimony is similar.

The details are all different, but in conclusion, isn't it that something blurry went right in front of your eyes?

Then Yoon-jong asked next to me."Maybe he's playing in Jongnam's inner family."

"No."

But Chung-Myung flatly denied it.

"They're not capable of that. You have to be able to play pranks."

"Well."

I spread my emotions all over the place just in case, but nothing was bothering me. If Jong-nam's real inner circle had worked, Chung-Myung would have caught it before they even crossed the gate.

What the hell happened?'

Even the world's Chung-Myung could not easily come to a conclusion.

"Well, isn't it a ghost?"

"No, it's a real ghost if you've seen this many people!"

"Amitabha Buddha. Amitabha Buddha. Amitabha Buddha. Amitabha Buddha."

"Who doesn't like it? We're in the middle of nowhere!"

"Memorize Do-ho, Do-ho!"

The disciples, who could not hide their anxiety, began to stand by and say what they had to say.

"Yes! You have to memorize what you don't. So, what about you, monk Hyein?"

"…...lock the door and don't come out."

"He's really timid."

"The ghost would run away if you beat him with your invincible powers."

Chung-Myung's face was distorted as the surroundings became noisy.

"Everyone, shut up!"

Chung-Myung said firmly.

"What kind of ghost is a ghost? There's no ghost in the world! And if you're a ghost, you can't just appear out of nowhere. This is definitely someone's trick."

"You said it wasn't Jongnam, but someone is making a joke."

"I'm going to check it out from now on."

Chung-Myung gnashed his teeth.

"I don't know who's playing this shallow trick, but I'll let you know you've touched the wrong person!"

"And what if it's really a ghost?"

"There's no business in hawks. You can just beat up everything you want, ghost and fool."

With Chung-Myung's determined voice, Hwasan's disciples were all in awe.

It's Chung-Myung.

Ghosts don't matter. There's no point in front of him!

Then I'll trust him.….

"But."

"Huh?"

"…Is there anyone here who can use a talisman?"

"……."

"No, just in case."

Baek Cheon and the rest of the disciples stared blankly at Chung-Myung.

It's... it'sir.

Honestly, you're scared too, aren't you?

This guy?