The Shaman Wants Transcendence

47 – How to Enjoy the Festival

The gestures were subtle.

If you don’t pay attention at first glance, you will see it as a hand, and if you pay attention, it turns into the foam of the waves and plays with people again. Even so, the foam turns into a hand again, and as you become enchanted by its appearance, your eyes and nerves are focused on it, gradually making it possible to clearly recognize the shape of your hand.

And if you look at it, it was a structure that automatically fascinates you.

It was also a typical tactic of malevolent demons who tried to enchant and drown people.

“They’re moving in groups and even their tricks are cunning. They’re very well-aged guys.”

However, Jinseong was rather pleased with the appearance and unpacked the luggage he had brought.

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What he took out was a jar the size of the palm of his hand.

It was a durable jar said to have been obtained from the pottery village of Imari in Saga Prefecture.

The jar was packed full of contents, and it looked like the ash had been well kneaded into something gooey. In addition, for some reason, a fishy smell and a stench were stinging my nose, and there were white maggots sticking out their heads here and there.

There was yellow paper on the lid of the jar, and something was drawn on it. The pattern created by mixing red and black letters looked more like a creepy work of art rather than an ordinary amulet, and also looked like a meaningless scribble of a child.

Jinseong tied a long rope to each of the pots, then floated all 20 of them in the air and threw them out of the wire mesh.

The jar that flew far away as if I had wings flew smoothly to the area where the ghosts were beckoning, and it flew well as if it had a pendulum attached, and then began to drip to the floor.

With a splash

With a splash.

The jar sank into the depths of the water with a splash.

Jinseong, who had been watching the scene, took out a bundle of white silk from his luggage again.

The glossy white silk felt like it would melt your hands just by touching it, and if you gently lifted it with your hands, it seemed as if you were lifting air, and you wouldn’t feel any weight.

At the end of this luxurious silk, there was a brown lump wrapped in silk.

Miso (味噌), a Japanese-style soybean paste, was made with rice.

A total of 5 silk bundles.

He floated the bundle of silk in the air like a jar and threw it over the wire mesh.

The fluttering silk, ignoring even the thorns of the barbed wire, gently hung over it, as if it were not cloth, and went down the bridge, covering the barbed wire like a waving curtain.

With a splash

Before long, the Comemiso sank into the sea with five splashing sounds.

Slam!

With a splash!

Chow! Chew!

Then, as a signal for the comemiso to fall, the male demons began to emit light.

Like throwing meat into a river full of piranhas, or splashing blood where sharks congregate, each of the fishermen scrambled and splashed in the water. The momentum was so intense that water splashed up to where Jinseong was located.

With a splash!

As if the gestures toward Jinseong just a moment ago were a lie, the water ghosts hovered around Danji and Comemiso, which had all sunk into the sea. The water ghosts were busy circling around Danji and Comemiso while fighting among themselves as if they had forgotten about Jinseong, who had been impatient because they couldn’t be possessed just before.Could watch

And how long did that glow last?

The movements of the water ghosts began to subside.

With a splash

Chew!

The sound of splashing could be heard, but it was significantly less than before, and the sound of splashing could also be heard sparsely.

Jinseong got up from his seat as if the time had come and took out an incense stick and lit it.

Parss.

Unlike ordinary incense, as soon as it was lit, it made a violent sound like a firecracker, and the burning incense emitted an enormous amount of smoke in an instant. Not the smoke from the usual incense, the slightly reddish smoke wriggled around Jinseong as if it were alive, and it was pushed away by Jinseong’s hand and flew toward the wire mesh and began to spread.

Smoke spreading to the side as if there was an invisible wall.

The smoke spread like that for a long time, and then it started popping holes as if it had found an exit. It looked like a piece of cheese with a hole in it.

‘As expected, there is a gap in the barrier.’

A barrier is a barrier.

A barrier means a boundary, and a boundary means a severance.

In other words, if the barrier was properly established, there would be no death by water ghosts, and the water ghosts who noticed the existence of Jinseong would not have made a fuss to possess it.

The number of suicides on the bridge every year could be attributed to the people who had heard that it was a suicide spot, but the gap in the barrier must also have played a part.

‘Looks like it won’t be made properly for the money.’

But I couldn’t help it.

It’s not that Japan’s onmyoji and monks weren’t properly shielded, it was probably because they had to do it roughly due to budgetary issues.

Witchcraft costs a lot of money.

In particular, it must have been a great burden for the prefecture to create a barrier that would block such a powerful group of water ghosts without any promise, and even a huge barrier that encompassed the entire bridge. Therefore, it must have been the best effort they could make to create a barrier that they did their best within the scope of the budget and blocked it with barbed wire.

‘See. A hole in the barbed wire. That’s right. Here it is.’

Jinseong looked closely at the hole in the barrier and found a large hole at the top of the barbed wire.

With a splash!

With a splash!

Jinseong’s hand grabbed the air again.

Then, with the same splashing sound as before, the pot and silk ball Jinseong had thrown came out of the sea and began to float into the air. The things that came to mind slowly flew up in the air and piled up in front of Jinseong through the hole in the barbed wire.

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Less so

Less so less so less so less so less so.

Less so less so less so less so less so less so less so.

The jars piled up in front of Jinseong shook violently as if they contained fish. The movement was so strong that I wondered if the jar would break, but strangely, despite the violent motion, the jar did not tip over or tip over.

Thud-!

Thud–!

Did he realize that he could not escape by shaking what was inside the jar?

I tried to get out through the hole in the top of the jar.

However, the goehwangji attached to the top completely blocked all resistance from trying to escape the outside as if it were a lid made of steel, and even though it stretched and vibrated, it sealed the lid without showing any signs of tearing.

However, the strange thing is that the picture drawn on the goehwangji attached to the lid is now written in seal script.That it was in the form of an enemy.

The black color that made Goehwangji look like a work of art disappeared completely, leaving only red ink to make up the letters, which looked like they were scrawled in Bonghalbong (封) script.

Jinseong watched the male demon in the jar fussing in vain, then lifted the silk.

The silk was wet, but it had the same appearance as before.

However, when Jinseong undid the end of the silk, the lump of comemiso wrapped there fell to the floor with a slap sound, and the long, colored hairs that were not present when Jinsung first put the comemiso were jagged out of the thick brown lump. .

Jinseong pulled out all the hair from the comemiso and floated it in the air to shake off the water. He then blew a little like blowing a dandelion spore.

Then his hair swayed like a paper airplane in the wind and landed in different jars. Some pots have long black straight hair, some pots have short dyed blonde hair, and some pots have white hair.

When the hair went to its owner, he took out the doll Kenji had taken care of from his luggage.

Three-headed dolls the size of the palm of your hand.

In Japan, these were small figures called Nendoroids.

Jinseong placed Nendoroids on top of each jar and poured the rooster blood he had brought onto the dolls. And he started chanting.

“————-“

To be called a sentence, it had no form, to be called a word, it had no meaning, and to be called a word, it was a remark close to the cry or scream of an animal. However, Zhu Eon constantly hovered around the complex, changing its height, and gradually the sound became sharper and refined, and finally it became a high-pitched sound.

And when that high-pitched sound became heavy as if it were sinking downwards contrary to its sharpness, Jinseong grabbed the air and removed the amulets attached to all the jars.

Chow!

Amulets that fell off at the same time.

And the dolls on top of it all fell into the jar like a person crashing into the sea, and as if waiting for it, the water spirits sealed inside the jar rushed at the doll, giving off a fishy smell. And at the same time, the hair that was in contact with the doll wrapped around the doll and disappeared as if melting.

And the doll moved for a long time, as if the water ghost had entered and moved, and the blood on the doll’s body gradually faded as if something invisible was licking it, and then it looked like new.

When the water ghost entered the doll and settled down, Jinseong finally moved and floated the doll in the air and put it into the bag.

Water Ghost 20th (位).

“Good, good!”

Jinseong smiled contentedly as he stroked the bag that had turned into a den of water ghosts.

* * *

Time passed and the day came to go to the villa.

“The next priest, I’ve come to see you.”