How To Live as a Civil Servant in Murim

‘ Well, it must have been a few more months…’

“mister. If you don’t know, I’ll take you there.”

When the work was roughly finished, Dang Deng prepared to go with Old Man Kang.

Yeon Woo-hyeok and Judge Maeng looked at their backs, hoping that the Tang Mun warrior would disappear quickly.

“Follow me too.”

“……”

Yeon Woo-hyeok wanted to make an excuse because he didn’t want to get involved with the party officials, but he couldn’t when he saw the desperate eyes of Judge Maeng next to him.

“…All right! I am so happy!”

“hahahaha. What a clever Poduro.”

Meng Judge’s Mansion (2)

As Dang Deung and Old Man Kang talked about the old days after leaving the government office, Yeon Woo-hyeok looked for an opportunity.

“Great bargain. I’ll just go.”

“why?”

“I’m going to investigate some of the monsters that appear in the old judge’s mansion.”

“oh.”

Dang Deng nodded his head in admiration. Seeing this, Yeon Woo-hyeok thought that things would be easily solved.

Both of Judge Meng’s cheeks were swollen and his nose was slightly sunken, but the matter with the party was completed well anyway.

Now, if we send only the unmanned soldiers of our crazy party…

“I want to take a look too. wait. I will only take the elders and go.”

“……”

* * *

After confirming that old man Kang was entering the house, Dang Deng crossed his arms and chased after young Bu Du.

His eyes were full of curiosity instead of the usual overflowing life.

The warriors of the Tang family did not praise outsiders well. In the first place, the warriors of the Tang family were far from friendly or kind.

In Tang Deng’s opinion, it was because the warriors of the Tang family were the only sects in the martial arts that knew true morality and righteousness.

The other sects were just pretending…

Anyway, that’s why it was really great that an outsider was praised by such a warrior from the Tang family.

And the young Fodu in front of him did a great job.

Dangryeong didn’t talk too long, but it was enough to tell him that he couldn’t have found Old Kang without that young Podu.

‘The young Poduchi has excellent martial arts.’

Dangdeung carefully looked up and down Yeon Woo-hyuk from behind.

Although young Poduchi was excellent in martial arts, it was lacking compared to the later exponents of the prestigious family.

To have the guts to stand up to Madu of Cheolgalbang, who is showing friendship at this level. No matter how much I thought about it, it was impossible with courage alone.

He must have calculated the situation carefully, as he was clever enough to instantly recognize the pajamas left by Old Man Kang.

In Dang-deung’s head, another Sega that filled the lack of martial arts with brains came to mind.

“Is your father from Jegal Se, by any chance?”

“…yes?!?”

Yeon Woo-hyuk, who was walking in front of him, looked around in fright. Fortunately, no one was there.

Doesn’t it mean that one of the warriors of the Jegal family secretly gave birth to an illegitimate child? Jegalse was a sound that would grab people’s back if they heard it.

Dangdeung seemed to understand Yeon Woo-hyuk’s reaction in a different way. He whispered with a secret expression.

“Don’t worry, I will keep your secret.”

“no!”

“really? You’re too smart for that.”

“Thank you for the undeserved praise. He has many talents because he is congenitally open to the upper tier.”

“ah…”

Dangdeung looked at Yeon Woo-hyuk as if he was sorry. As an old military man, he knew what kind of fate awaited those who opened the upper level war.

“I’m sorry.”

“it’s okay. It’s all here.”

Yeon Woo-hyuk stopped walking. Dang Deng raised his head and checked the location. A crumbling old tomb on the outskirts of Hankyung and the Chinese character Hyeop (俠) scrawled on it. And the buzzing noises from inside.

There were not many places in Moorim that had this characteristic.

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“Opening?”

“yes. It is the opening of Hankyung.”

Yeon Woo-hyuk nodded and replied.

In fact, even in the same old file room, the location of the opening was a little special. It was even more so when it came to the gwana.

If a Murim member of the old school visited the government office, most of them were treated as saying, ‘Teacher, Master, are you here?’

The old school faction had strong power, reputation, and personal connections like the five generations, but even if that was excluded, the old school Murim people had many factors to be respected in the world.

Taoists and monks with excellent discipline were respected and adored by officials as well as the people.

On the other hand, what if a Moorim person of openness visits the government office?

First of all, the officials looked at them obliquely in a crooked posture. It was the same even when Buntaju came, not Ilgyeol or Leegyeol’s disciple.

It wasn’t because I wasn’t afraid of the power of openness. It was because openness was so deeply intertwined with the government office.

If you were a Murim member of the Volcano faction, if you were insulted by an official, you could just slap him and return to the volcano.

However, when the Moorim people of openness slapped the officials on the cheek, the officials jumped up and interrupted the beggars begging nearby, canceled various dirty but salty tasks entrusted to the beggars, and blamed the beggars for handling the work according to the law. hold…

Unlike other old schools, there were so many privileges allowed by the government and so many beggars to take responsibility for.

They did not perform collateral work, did not pay taxes, and even the laws of the country were not well applied. Most of the officials did not even treat them as citizens, saying, ‘Let the beggars take care of the troublesome things for the beggars themselves’. It could have been an insult in a way, but it was true that it was a privilege.

Therefore, openness and coffin maintained the attitude of being inaccessible to each other.

Beggars only beg within the permitted areas, and do not quarrel with Podu or Poques.

Fodus and Poques do not persecute or extort beggars unless they cause trouble first.

In fact, when Yeon Woo-hyuk was taught this and that by Oh Po-kwae, one of the first things he heard was ‘don’t take money from beggars even if they look good’.

From the point of view of Puffaek, there was nothing good about getting involved.

“Why are you here?”

“I will tell you inside.”

“No, what’s wrong with Podu?”

A young beggar looked at the opened podu and said with a sad expression.

Fodu’s visit to Bunta was never a good sign.

“Did the little ones have an accident? If that’s the case, we’ll teach you a prick. I’ll break at least one leg, so get back.”

“I didn’t come for that. I came here because I have something to tell you after seeing Buntaju.”

“No… It’s not like I can meet Buntaju just because I want to meet him so much…”

When Dangdeung’s eyes became more murderous and spirit radiated, the beggar only then recognized the other’s identity.

“Seol, is it possible that you are living alone in a single marriage?”

“Why don’t you call Buntaju or something when it’s time to ask?”

“Yes, yes!”

‘I brought you well.’

For the first time, Yeon Woo-hyuk felt the worth of bringing Dangdeung with him.

He hated it when he was forced to follow him, but there were times when dog poop was used as medicine. When I entered the open bunta, the reputation of the warrior of the party gate was quite useful.

“Come in. Bunta Lord is inside.”

Yeon Woo-hyeok cleaned up the spider web with his hands and entered the shrine. Inside, several beggars were eating porridge with their hands from broken bowls. When Yeon Woo-hyuk’s eyes met, he covered the bowl with his hand as if he could never give it to him.

Dang Deng, who was watching from behind, was surprised by the words of the young Po Du.

“…Meet Bunta Lord.”

“!”

The beggar, who was covering the bowl with his hand, wiped his mouth with his crumpled sleeve and burst out laughing.

“her. Few people recognize this beggar. I got it right. After all, is it different from the well-known Podu?”

“How did you find out?”

Dang Deng asked out of curiosity.

I knew right away that Dangdeungdo was Buntaju, and it was only after watching closely that I realized that the opponent’s martial arts was superior to other beggars.

It was clear that the martial arts of Buntaju were of a type that was not easily revealed on the surface. There were a lot of beggars in the opening, so there were quite a few such martial arts.

But this Podu doesn’t seem to know Buntaju, so how did he find out so quickly?

“I saw the knot.”

Disciples of openness expressed their identity by the number of knots tied to the rope. Buntaju had three knots.

However, Buntaju asked back as if he did not understand.

“I don’t have a knot?”

Buntaju deliberately did not have a knot.

“I thought it was Mr. Bunta because there was no knot.”

“…her! You’re really famous! Yes! It’s not the number, it’s the absence. okay. I didn’t think of that.”

In fact, he confirmed it with his spiritual eyes, but Yeon Woo-hyuk did not change his expression and nodded confidently.

Dang Deng looked at the young Budu with admiration.

“So, what did Myeongpo-du come for? Is that the same as the grand war of single marriages? Is there any information you need?”

Dang Deng crossed his arms, thinking Po Du would probably tell him the information he needed.

Because there were few people in Moorim who were as knowledgeable about rumors and information as opening up. The beggars wandering all over the place couldn’t help but pick up a lot.

“I want to talk only to Mr. Buntaju.”

“What are you talking about…? Everyone get out.”

Buntazu was puzzled, but made the beggars go outside.

Dangdeung and Buntajuman Yeon Woo-hyuk opened his mouth.

“Bunta Lord. You’d better stop making a fuss in the judge’s mansion by pretending to be a monster.”

“……”

“……”

Dang Deng stared at young Bu Du with his mouth wide open in surprise.

* * *

Jeong Buntaju, who has the nickname Hyeopgeolgae (俠乞丐), seemed to have never been so surprised in his life.

I’d heard a lot of rumors that the Podu in front of me was excellent, but I thought there would be some exaggeration among them.

Originally, the rumors about Moorim were not false.

I thought he had a knack for finding clues and tenaciously chasing criminals even if he gave up a hundred steps, but I didn’t think he had the knack of seeing a hundred li from a seat.

However, seeing him talking like this today, Buntazoo thought that he might have misjudged.

Rumors about this podo may be true!

“What do you mean by that?”

“The monsters that appear in the Judge’s Mansion are open-minded beggars. Now that you’ve mastered martial arts, it shouldn’t be too difficult to jump over a fence at night and pretend to be a monster. Besides, since it has open ears, wouldn’t it be easier to grasp the mansion’s defenses?”

“Why did the opening do that?”

“I wonder if the judge… was a little too greedy.”

At Yeon Woo-hyuk’s cautious words, Buntaju nodded with a heavy face.

“Right. There is salvation with him.”

“Anyway, what is it? If you get caught, what are you going to do with the back? Chivalry is good, but there are no beggars below.”

Dang Deng was dumbfounded and bruised Buntaju. Buntaju also lowered his head, as if he had nothing to say.

Yeon Woo-hyuk also looked at Dangdeung, dumbfounded. No matter how much I thought about it, it was not something a person who slapped a judge in broad daylight would say.

‘Are you kidding me?’

“I’m ashamed to say this now… but I was confident I wouldn’t get caught.”

“You heard me. I was caught here, but what?”

Buntaju’s face grew darker. Yeon Woo-hyuk, who was not able to see it, intervened.

“it’s okay. If you quit now… wait. Lord Bunta.”

Yeon Woo-hyeok, who was watching Buntaju’s emotions with a spiritual eye, couldn’t believe it.

“…I already robbed the hermit of the judge’s mansion a few days ago. I want him to hold on until the end so he can’t pretend to be a monster…”

“Oh, that’s right!”

Dang Deng was furious with this fearless beggar.

What would you do if someone you knew did something like this without thinking about the aftermath?

Meng Judge’s Mansion (3)