The Shaman Wants Transcendence

46 – How to Enjoy the Festival

Did you know that good things and bad things come together?

『As I was hanging out with people who received the Blessing, I happened to come into contact with an elder. He was lucky enough to join the Gurakbu (倶楽部), where he is the chief. Let me tell you the story of the next priest. 』

I was disappointed when my younger sisters said they couldn’t come to Japan.

A politician who received magic from Jin-seong contacted Jin-seong to make a personal connection.

It’s not just a network, but a network that connects with the ‘elderly’ who wields power through black politics in Japan.

『The elder is very interested in the next priest. If you bless him too, it’s no different from getting a big back. Besides, there are many politicians and businessmen from Tottori prefecture in the club you mentioned, so it would be nice to reach out to them about the festival. Participating in the festival as a priest may be impossible, but it seems that you can get a good deal. 』

Jinsung laughed at the content.

The politician misunderstood that the reason he was trying to contact the powerful people in Tottori Prefecture was to become a priest in charge of the tofu festival and to gain full advantage.

It would not be unreasonable to imagine that if suddenly a person called the next priest learns about festivals in other regions and contacts the local powers.

‘Gurakbu, Gurakbu.’

Club.

Japanese expression for club.

However, although it was grandiosely described as a club, in reality it was just a Japanese expression of a club-like gathering, not a club where you can dance and play like you can see in Korea.

However, even if it is the same group and the same club, it will be completely different depending on who created it for what purpose.

What is the purpose of a club created by Japan’s real power, and if it is a club that invites politicians who are crazy about energy and pleasure to wear women every day?

‘I don’t know what kind of elder he is, but he must have been correct.’

It wasn’t difficult to find someone who corrected it.

It was because there were many people who maintained a youthful appearance even at an age where it would not be strange to be called a grandmother even if they were witches right now, and in the case of uninhabited people, there were many people who were muscular even at the age when age spots would appear on their faces and beards would grow long.

And in the case of some powerful people, lifespan itself has been increased and aging has been delayed through procedures that extend the length of telomeres.

If you have talent and money, you can even extend your lifespan.

‘If I’m lucky, I might be able to get a procedure through that elder.’

Jinseong thought so and read the text that followed.

In the text messages, stories such as where the meeting was held at a hotel, the hotel built by the sea, and the scenery were amazing, which gravure models were participating and which AV actors were participating, etc.

‘Treatment, surgery.’

To a text message that looked like a plea to come out because it was such a great club, Jin-seong replied that he would go, and then he was delighted and said that he would send a car in a few days.

Jinseong looked at the date and called Kenji.

“From now on, get me what I’m talking about as fast as you can. Twenty of each is enough. A small pot, bitter gourd, injection, mercury, squid ink, a live rooster, a lump of rice-flavored beef, a bundle of rope, and a mother mouse carrying offspring. , White silk, ashes made from burnt birch trees, small-sized dolls…”

So longJinseong, who was talking, asked Kenji as if something came to mind.

“Oh, is there a place where many people have fallen and died around here?”

* * *

1 am.

Jinseong used the axis to head for the bridge recommended by Kenji.

The bridge had the appearance of an ordinary bridge that can be seen anywhere, but the atmosphere was truly hideous. The red flag, which looked like it had been rusted by the sea breeze, made it look like bloodstains, and I don’t know if it was because the lighting was broken or not, but the bridge with no lights and no passing cars gave off an atmosphere as if it came from another world.

In addition, at 1:00 in the morning, when the yin energy is strong, the bridge was built by the sea, so the sea fog was covering it, giving off an eerie atmosphere.

It was a fearful atmosphere, worried that someone from the other side of the fog might be beckoning and bewitching people.

Jinseong looked at the fence built over 8m on the bridge.

At the top of the high fence were barbed wire and sharp nails, and oddly enough, torn clothes and dried bloodstains remained on the barbed wire and nails, as if someone had stepped over them. In addition, the wire mesh, which was supposed to be full of dust, had light spots of dust here and there, and there was no doubt that someone had climbed the wire mesh recently.

‘Very good.’

Jinseong smiled satisfied, thinking that Kenji’s recommendation was right.

He is currently located at Otengoku Bridge.

It has been broadcast several times as a psychic spot, and it was also a famous suicide spot. In addition, it was nicknamed ‘Heaven Bridge’ because of the name, and it was a place where locals and tourists do not even come close at night.

『There is a place called Otengoku Bridge. It was built during the bubble economy, and workers constantly died during construction, as if they were punished. It was completed after twists and turns, but accidents continued to happen after that. 』

『 Local residents as well as outsiders came and threw themselves from the bridge into the sea saying that every day was far away, and even the president of the construction company that made the bridge threw himself from the bridge at dawn. So even though the city built a suicide prevention wire net on the bridge, he climbed up and threw himself into the sea, and even though the barbed wire was erected, he threw himself without caring about getting hurt…』

『So I brought a famous Onmyoji and a monk, but I heard that the power of the ghosts in the sea is so strong, and their hiding skills are not normal, so they can’t use their hands easily. So, a barrier is built over the entire bridge to prevent the ghosts from possessing people, and offerings are made periodically to purify the negative. 』

『But even though I did that, every year outsiders came and threw themselves off the bridge. That’s why locals never use this bridge, and even outsiders don’t come around at night, unless it’s for missing screws who come for the purpose of exploring a psychic spot or something, because the ugly rumors about this bridge are so famous. 』

Jinseong looked at the hazy sea fog, recalling the origin of the bridge Kenji had told him about.

Even in the darkness, the white wriggling came into my eyes as clearly as daytime, and even though there was no wind, it was quite frightening to see it constantly changing its shape as if it were flowing, even though there was no wind.

And beneath the sea fog there were waves that swayed.

The waves were whispering softly, making the quiet night noisy, but if you keep listening to the regular sound, you can feel the skin colliding with one another.It sounded like a sound, and it sounded like a dull sound, as if someone was clapping with the back of their hands. And if you listen to the sound for a long time, the shape of the waves that cause foam and sway more and more.

I could see it gradually changing.

The waves sway, sway, and rise sharply. Then white foam forms and changes its shape, and the wave that became a cone curves and sinks into the sea again. On top of it, the sea fog wriggles and dances, moving as if flowing, reminding us of a river made of fog.

Slam.

Slam.

The sound of hand claps.

Slam.

Water crashes and bursts.

The sound that changes its shape and glows white.

Even though there is no lighting, the sound is clearly visible to Jinseong’s eyes in the dark, shining white.

Slam.

The waves beckon.

They bump into each other with a splat sound, bumping the backs of their hands made of water, and the little hands that stand up white continue to clap regularly.

Slam.

One white hand.

Slam.

Another white hand.

Iron-rot, iron—-rot.

A white hand rises.

All the waves that were waves a moment ago turned into white hands and rose up, clapping on the backs of their hands, and repeating the backs of their hands as if they were bringing their hearts together, moving away and coming closer all at once. I made a sound by hitting my hands with the back of my hand, not my palm.

Match-

Match-!

And finally, when the sound was heard not like the lapping of the waves but like the sound of hands hitting each other, many more white hands rose up from the beach and started beckoning in unison.

Toward Jin-seong standing on the bridge.

He gestured as if to come here.

Jin-seong, who watched the creepy scenery, laughed at what made him so happy.

“It’s a bonus.”