The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 413

Divine Doctor of Demonic Arts (413)

Dan Akseon looked at the Three Wraith Oddities and asked,

“Do you know how to find the Divine Land?”

The Three Wraith Oddities clicked their tongues.

“We don’t really know…”

“We were mostly drugged during the journey there.”

The Three Wraith Oddities looked abashed, seeing the disappointment on Dan Akseon’s face.

Dan Akseon asked again.

“Even the smallest detail is fine. Please tell me anything that comes to mind. Anything at all.”

The Three Wraith Oddities exchanged awkward glances.

No matter how much they thought, nothing really came to mind.

“I guess there’s no choice.”

Dan Akseon sighed softly and raised his hand, pointing to a spot.

“Please sit there, both of you, and close your eyes.”

Unlike Cho Akryang and Beom Gyewi, who looked bewildered, the Three Wraith Oddities immediately realized what Dan Akseon was trying to do.

“Oh? Is that psychological treatment?”

Previously, Cho Akryang and Beom Gyewi had experienced this when they hadn’t known Dan Akseon for very long.

“But didn’t it not have much effect?”

Dan Akseon smiled sheepishly at Cho Akryang’s words.

“We have to hope it works. I’ve been researching and supplementing the lacking parts. And right now, there’s no other good way.”

Dan Akseon spoke to the Three Wraith Oddities with a desperate heart.

“Focus on my words from now on.”

The Three Wraith Oddities nodded with their eyes closed.

“The place where you two are sitting is a meadow where the wind blows gently.”

The expressions of the Three Wraith Oddities softened at Dan Akseon’s calm and relaxed voice.

“Do you see a carriage coming from far away? It’s the carriage that will take you to the Divine Land.”

Dan Akseon smiled as he saw them nodding.

“You two are now inside the carriage. But your consciousness is hazy, so you don’t know where you’re going.”

“…That’s right. Those guys gave us strange drugs.”

“…I’m dizzy and sleepy.”

The Three Wraith Oddities, whose voices had already become languid, began to stagger, sitting cross-legged like drunk people.

“Now, look around. Your bodies are heavy and your eyelids are heavy, but let’s try together. What do you see?”

The Three Wraith Oddities, groaning and breathing heavily, slowly replied.

“A pouch filled with water…”

“A box filled with dried rations…”

That was all.

Still, Dan Akseon’s eyes sparkled.

The unconsciousness of the two, who had entered a hazy state like back then, was proof that the memories deeply buried at the bottom of their minds were slowly awakening.

Dan Akseon changed the question and asked again.

“Now, listen carefully. Do you hear someone talking?”

“…Those bastards are laughing at us?”

“…Shall we kill them?”

The two began to babble as they recalled fragmentary memories.

How long had it been?

“Wait a minute.”

Dan Akseon, who hurriedly stopped them, quickly asked,

“The grass that was seen through the gap in the carriage—what did it look like?”

“Grass…, no, is it a tree? It looks like a cactus, but it has no thorns, and red flowers are blooming everywhere on the thick stem.”

“That’s right. It was a unique form that I had never seen in the Central Plains.”

Dan Akseon exclaimed without realizing it.

“It’s Cistanche deserticola!” [A parasitic desert plant used in traditional Chinese medicine]

And it was a crucial clue to track down the Divine Land.

“Cistanche deserticola?”

Dan Akseon nodded with delight at Cho Akryang’s question.

“It’s one of the traditional medicinal herbs that grows naturally in the Xinjiang region [a large, autonomous region in Northwest China].”

The barren nature of Xinjiang was very poor for farming.

On the other hand, the medicinal herbs that overcame the harsh environment there were so effective that they were distributed throughout the Central Plains.

The types of medicinal herbs listed in the Materia Medica [a traditional Chinese medical text] alone numbered over a hundred, and even half of the licorice handled in the Central Plains was mostly imported from Xinjiang.

Above all, Cistanche deserticola was a medicinal plant that only grew naturally in this Xinjiang.

It was a famous medicinal herb with the nickname “desert ginseng” because it was excellent for nourishing the body.

“Above all, Cistanche deserticola has a limited area of natural growth even within Xinjiang.”

Hotan, Aksu, Bayingolin Mongol Autonomous Prefecture, Changji, Bortala Mongol Autonomous Prefecture.

‘They said there was a lot of water and food on the cart, right?’

Judging from this, there would have been no oases or houses on the 이동 route [travel route].

And fortunately, even though their consciousness was hazy, the Three Wraith Oddities were roughly estimating the direction they were moving.

“If we continued to move northwest from the Gangmyeong Inn…”

Dan Akseon’s eyes lit up as he unfolded the Thousand Demon Fan and checked the 그림 [drawing] drawn on it.

“I think we can find the Divine Land.”

* * *

A dark prison where not a single ray of light enters.

Jegal San smiled faintly as he saw the flickering lamplight pushing away the darkness and approaching.

After a while.

Clunk.

The prison door opened and a person entered.

“Have you come?”

Jegal San greeted, knowing that the other person could not hear his voice.

Not only that.

In fact, the other person was blind.

Even so, Jegal San greeted the woman who entered the prison with a smile.

Jegal San slowly moved towards Wang So-gun, who was standing blankly, holding the lamp with both hands.

And he carefully grabbed her 옷깃 [collar] so she wouldn’t be surprised.

Wang So-gun flinched and turned her head towards Jegal San.

But her unfocused gaze was still empty.

Although she had an ugly face that was not enough to be expressed as 박색(薄色) [plain-looking], Jegal San stared at her face for a long time.

After a while.

Jegal San slowly led her to one place.

In that way, the bodies of the two people headed to the shabby bed located in the corner of the prison were piled up.

Rustle.

Along with the faint sound of undressing, a smooth nude body was revealed under the dim lamplight.

It was then that Jegal San smiled and turned his head.

“Are you now openly watching? I didn’t know you had a taste for 관음(觀淫) [voyeurism]?”

Someone who was looking inside from outside the prison frowned.

It was the prison guard who brought Wang So-gun to this place.

“I can’t neglect surveillance.”

The guard’s face was full of displeasure.

He didn’t like watching this situation.

But that was the task given to him.

Jegal San chuckled.

“Well, I don’t care. Actually, I get more excited when there’s someone watching.”

“Tuh!”

At those words, the prison guard spat on the floor with a disgusted look.

Whether he did or not.

Jegal San hugged the woman and began to entangle on the bed.

And in an instant, sticky heat and 달뜬 [heated] moans filled the prison.

How long had it been?

When the beast-like panting subsided, the 창부 [prostitute] put on her clothes again to cover her naked body.

It was then that Jegal San grabbed her as she turned around.

Jegal San silently stared at Wang So-gun’s face as she looked up at him silently.

Then he smiled bitterly and led her to the prison entrance.

Jegal San’s eyes flashed with deep pain as he stared at Wang So-gun’s back as she moved away with the guard.

His face reflected in her eyes.

The self-deprecating face that smiled beyond the shaking eyes was unforgettable.

* * *

Wang So-gun, who had left the prison, became naked once again.

The prison guard, who had thoroughly checked every corner, turned around only after confirming that there were no letters or means of communication anywhere.

“Okay. You can put on your clothes now.”

The guard, who opened his mouth without thinking, 풀썩 [gave] a dry smile at Wang So-gun, who was still standing blankly.

He forgets every time.

Thud.

When the guard touched Wang So-gun’s shoulder, she finally began to put on her clothes.

But even while watching the scene, the guard didn’t feel any emotion.

Rather, he was amazed at the crazy guy from the Jegal family who got horny for such an ugly woman every time.

“Well, I don’t care.”

Anyway, the work given to him today was over, so he didn’t care.

He just wanted to go back and forget the unpleasant sight engraved in his eyes with strong liquor and beautiful women.

Anyway, the old woman who manages the 창부 [prostitutes] here will take care of Wang So-gun.

The guard turned around without regret, leaving Wang So-gun alone.

After a while.

“Tsk tsk.”

A person clicked his tongue and approached Wang So-gun.

It was an old woman with a crooked back and white hair.

The old woman grabbed Wang So-gun’s hand.

Wang So-gun, who had been frozen with tension, sighed and smiled faintly after 확인 [seeing] the old woman’s wrinkled hands.

“What’s so good about it that you’re smiling like that?”

The old woman knew better than anyone that Wang So-gun couldn’t hear, but she still spoke to her out of pity.

“Poor thing…”

After stroking Wang So-gun’s shoulder for a while.

The old woman grabbed her hand and started walking.

After a while, the place where the two arrived was a shabby thatched house that seemed to collapse at any moment.

Leaving behind the strict surveillance of the 사방 [guards], the old woman took Wang So-gun into the thatched house.

The old woman sat Wang So-gun on a chair and poured her a cup of tea.

Wang So-gun, who smiled gratefully, began to melt her frozen body with a warm cup of tea.

“How many more times do I have to repeat this?”

The old woman, who was shedding a pitiful look, soon brought a chair and placed it opposite Wang So-gun.

Clunk.

It was then that Wang So-gun put down her teacup, groping for the 다탁 [tea table] with her hand.

The old woman held Wang So-gun’s hand with a complicated expression.

At that moment, the old woman’s eyes deepened.

Thud. Thud. Thud thud.

Wang So-gun’s long and beautiful fingers began to tap her palm at a constant rhythm.

How 혼비백산 [terrified] would the 마교 [Demonic Cult] bastards be if they knew that they could communicate their intentions by combining these three expressions: short, long, and two short in a row?

Inside the prison, Wang So-gun was not simply having an affair.

She was a messenger.

The only means of connecting Jegal San and the outside world was her.

She calmly and carefully recalled the information that Jegal San had carved into her body while stroking her body.

And now it was her turn.

Wang So-gun began to 전달 [transmit] information to the old woman in the same way that Jegal San had done.

* * *

“We’re almost there.”

Dan Akseon, who was leading the group at the front, 확인 [checked] the surrounding terrain with 엄삼한 [stern] eyes.

Then at some point.

Dan Akseon’s gaze was fixed on one place.

A valley shrouded in strange fog in the distance.

In this place where there is no river or even 녹주 [oasis], the fog was not very suitable.

Dan Akseon took out the Thousand Demon Fan from his arms and 펼쳐 들었다 [unfolded it].

Dan Akseon, who was looking back and forth between the 그림 [drawing] drawn on the Thousand Demon Fan and the surroundings, let out a low 탄성 [sigh].

The Taoist painting drawn on the Thousand Demon Fan was indeed a map.

Dan Akseon raised his hand and 가리켰다 [pointed to] the valley where the fog was swirling.

“The Divine Land is inside there.”

With those words, Dan Akseon 날렸다 [flew] his 신형 [figure] towards the valley.

And the 신마삼존 [Three Divine Demons] and Ga Dudal followed him.

But it was then.

“Wait a minute!”

Dan Akseon hurriedly stopped his 신형 [figure] and 제지했다 [stopped] the group.

And the group could easily 짐작 [guess] the reason.

“This feeling, it’s somewhat familiar?”

Dan Akseon nodded at Beom Gyewi’s words.

“That’s right, it’s a 진법 [formation].”

Like the main base of the 마교 [Demonic Cult], 진법 [a formation] was 펼쳐져 [laid out] here as well.

Dan Akseon, who was 잠시 응시 [staring at] the front, 던졌다 [threw] his body into the fog.