112 Reading books gives you more experience! 112

Jong-seok was watching a demonstration of the Taegeukgi performed by the monks at the entrance of Mudangsan Mountain.

'That's the Taegeuk mark.'

Jong-seok watched the Taegeukgi demonstration with curious eyes.

'You're pretty much the same movement as the ball. Well, Gungonguong is basically a shamanist, so it's similar.’

While thinking about it, Jong-seok was paying attention to his surroundings.

"You have to be careful of pickpockets when you go to tourist attractions.”

"Sleeveless?"

"There are bad guys in any country. France, America and our country. The place where many bad guys gather is tourist attraction and foreigners gather. Especially don't carry it around behind your bag."

"Because of the retailing?”

"When you go to China, local guides warn you right away, ··, and the moment you carry a bag behind your back, there is a saying that the bag is not yours.”

"Is that so?"

"More than that. Be careful anyway."

Kang Sung-soo gave him advice when he said he would travel to China. Recalling the advice, Jong-seok was leaning against the wall, paying attention to his surroundings.

If you do this, at least you won't be pickpocketed behind your back.

Then I think I can carry my bag forward, but if I do so, I would rather be misunderstood as a foreigner or a fool.

That's why I'm watching as carefully as possible.

Do you think I'll get the experience of retailing? Don't tell me the pickpocket won't be pickpocketed.’

Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, shook his head with a small smile. Although I have collected a lot of experiences now, I didn't want to waste such useless experiences.

Jong-seok, who was watching the Taegeukgi played by shamanistic monks for a while, headed back to Mudangsan Mountain.

Jong-seok, who paid for the entrance to the precinct, moved to the mountain path next to him, not where people headed.

'Let's just get in the direction and move on for now. On the way, you'll see the terrain you've seen from your bachelor's experience.’

Thinking of that, Jong-seok began to go into the mountain path.

If a Chinese tour guide had seen this kind of stalactite, he would have been frightened and rushed.

Mt. Mudang is a rugged and evil mountain. It is like going to death for a stranger to enter a mountain like this.

But no one gave Jong-seok his eyes. Due to the Chinese people's unique mindset of "other's work is another's business," Jong-seok does not care what he does.

He just got on the bus doing his job.

Walking along the mountain path, Jongseok was walking in a direction, looking at the panoramic view of Mt. Mudang between the sun and trees.

'It feels like walking with the sun to the right in the direction of the Jasovong Peak.'

Recalling the memory of Haksa Temple's Mudangsan Mountain, Jongseok walked around.

"Hoo! It's hard."

Jong-seok, who was muttering inside and looking around, put his hips on the bottom of the tree to rest for a while and began digging with stones.

Then a root appeared from the ground. The reason why I thought of resting here was because I found a rock.

Jong-seok, who smashed the rock into a stone, looked around him.

"It's harder than I thought."

Jong-seok actually thought it would not be difficult to find the village where Hak-sa lived.

The village where Haksa lived was the place where those who came to study at Mudangsan Mountain stayed.

Just as Korea went to a mountain to study, even the academic students of the Ming Dynasty used to go to a place called Myeongsan to study.

And now Jong-seok was visiting there. The village may have disappeared, but if the site is still there, I will look for traces.

In any case, Jong-seok, who quenched his hunger and thirst by munching on the rock, rose up.

"Let's go."

Again, Jong-seok began to walk through the mountain, remembering the memories of his academic experience.

How much did he walk, a large rock appeared in Jong-seok's eyes.

"This is it."

The rock is familiar to the eye. As he approached the rock, Jong-seok leaned down and looked down.

'According to memory, · 그렇지 그렇지 그렇지.'

There was a small pool of water beneath the rock.

It was a rock and mineral water in the memory of a scholar. When I went to the lower village of the mountain and went back to the village where the scholars lived, I took a rest and drank water.

"Then, there's not much time left."

Now that you've found a rock to use as a guide, it won't be too difficult to find a village.

Jong-seok looked around once and hurried along.

Jong-seok was able to find where he was looking.

Jong-seok was staring blankly at the village he had found. It was literally a village.

"It's right here, ···"

Jong-seok, who was looking at the village, looked up at Mt. Mudang.

It was the image of Mudangsan Mountain that I saw in my academic experience. Moreover, the academic experience was talking about the village where he lived.

However, the difference was that some of the houses that were not in the academic experience were visible and some of the houses that were in memory were invisible.

"It's been over 500 years, ··"

Five hundred years ago, I thought it would be a good thing if there was a house site left because it was a village during the Ming Dynasty, but the village remained intact.

A little embarrassed and surprised, Jong-seok nodded as he was looking at the village.

"If people hadn't left, no wonder the village remained."

There are hundreds of years of old houses left in Korea. China was no different.

Rather, it could have remained more because it was China. According to the documentary, there were villages in Beijing where the streets of the Ming Dynasty were still preserved.

Thinking Jong-seok shook his head.

"I have too many thoughts. Anyway, what's important now is that the village where Haksa lived remains in front of us, and the house where Haksa lived remains."

I looked at the small house where Jong-seok was on one side with his thoughts. The roof was different, but the shape, size, and location of the house were the houses where the scholar lived.

As he tried to walk home with a throbbing heart, a voice came from behind.

"Who?"

Looking back at the voice heard from behind, Jong-seok could see his grandfather holding a plastic bag in both hands.

"Hello, I'm Lee Jong-seok from Korea."

"Korea?"

Jong-seok smiled and talked to his wondering grandfather.

"Yes, you must have dug up some herbs."

I saw the herbs that came out of the plastic bag. One thing in common among East and West adults was that they liked it when they were interested in what they were doing.

"Do you know about herbs?”

"I'm studying Chinese medicine in Korea."

"Are you a congressman?"

The old man, who had just been serving, became a little polite when he heard that it was oriental medicine.

"You have to call me a reserve member."

With a smile, Jong-seok picked up a bag of herbs.

"I'll take you to town."

"Then I like it, but have you had business in my town?”

"Yes."

"What do you want to do with our town?"

"I studied Chinese characters while studying Chinese medicine in Korea, and I saw a book by a person who lived in Myongdae. But I came here because I wanted to see what the book said about this town."

There is something a little different from the truth, but it is not a lie.

It is right to study Chinese medicine and to study Chinese characters. It is true that he saw the book of a scholar who lived in Myongdae, and that there was a story about the village in it.

However, the order has changed a little. Getting an experience book is the beginning of everything.

"At the prestigious university? Oh! The book written by the academic from Nakbangchon seems to have gone to Korea."

Although the name of the village was not written separately, Jongseok responded.

"That's right!"

"That's interesting."

The old man seemed really curious. A book from China's Ming Dynasty crossed over to Korea and Koreans came to the village to see it.

"Let's go to town for now."

Jong-seok followed the old man with an envelope.

"I didn't know it was left because it was a great village, but I was surprised to see how well it was preserved."

"Isn't it their home that remains when they live and disappears when they leave?"

Jong-seok nodded at the old man's words, which felt something vertiginous.

"That's true, too. It's a human being's place where people stay and when they don't, they disappear."

"But why are you here?”

"What?"

When he saw Jong-seok, wondering what Jong-seok meant, the old man pointed to his way.

"There's no way out here.”

"Is there a separate way, then?"

"I'm going around a little bit, but if you go that way, you'll find the way to the entrance of Mt. Mudang."

'Long, 길이 있다고 있다고?'

When Jong-seok was embarrassed, the old man said.

"There's no way around here, so it must have been hard to find..."

"Because I don't know the way."

"Well, our village is so deep in Simsan that people who know it or people who don't know it don't know it."

With a smile, an old man who entered the village with Jong-seok began to hit the bell on one side.

Ddeng ddeng ddeng ddeng!

Then one or two people began to come out of the houses. Most of them were elderly and young children, and no middle-aged or young people were seen.

'This place is similar to the Korean countryside.’

Young people seemed to have gone to the city to work and only the elderly and young children remained.

Anyway, when about twenty or so people came out, the old man said.

He's a lawmaker from Korea. Please be nice to our village because they said they missed us."

People looked at the old man's words.

"Councilor?"

"He's a congressman."

An old lady who was looking at herself approached.

"I have a bad back these days. Can you take a look at me?"

When asked to be a lawmaker, he asked them to look at bad places.

"Oh! Then I'll let you go.”

Jong-seok grabbed her wrist by her grandmother's words and made a vein, sat down, and began to tap her back and back lightly.

People looked at the figure with curious eyes.

'I think it'll work if you hit hard with a knife, but if you don't know it, you'll misunderstand that it's a blow.' Let's press hard and stimulate the blood.'

It would be nice to have acupuncture, but I left it at home. So instead, it has a similar effect to applying acupuncture by pressing it with your hands.

Jong-seok, who warmed up by pressing blood and pulling his legs, raised his grandmother.

"How are you?"

Grandmother laughed at Jong-seok's words as she tried to move her body.

"Oh, my! I feel so refreshed. Good! Good!"

Jong-seok smiled at his grandmother shouting "Hao Hao" and wrote down the names of herbs good for her waist on the ground for his waist.

The name of the herb is the same everywhere in the East and West if it is written in Chinese characters, but it was written in a text message just in case there was a problem with the pronunciation.

"It'll be good for your back if you dry these herbs, boil them in tea, and drink them like water."

"Thank you."

"No."

When Grandma seemed to be feeling better, others also told her where she was sick, and Jong-seok mumbled and looked after them.

That evening, Jong-seok, who had a meal from the village, asked an old man about the history of the village.

This village was a place where scholars who passed the examination of local incense during the Ming Dynasty stayed while preparing for the refreshments.

Then, when the Ming Dynasty collapsed and Cheng entered, the scholars broke the brush and left the village.

However, some of them decided to hide in this village, and have lived there ever since.

When Jong-seok heard such words, he asked if he could learn more about the history of the village, and the old man took him out of the house.

The old man led the stone to a small house located behind the village.

The stalactites that opened the door and went inside could smell a foul smell.

'It's the smell of books.'

The stale smell was the peculiar smell of a book when it was old.

Click!

When the old man turned on the light, a yellow incandescent light bulb lit up the room.

When he looked inside, he could see a long line of bookshelves and books piled up in them.

"What about here?"

"It's a place where you keep the books that college students used to read."

Jong-seok approached the bookstore with a surprised look at the old man's words and touched the book.

'These books are over 500 years old, and they're in great storage.’

The old man approached one of the bookshelves as Jong-seok murmured into it.

"This is the diary of my town."

Jong-seok approached the bookshelf and looked at the bookcase at the old man's words

When Jong-seok saw the book, he looked at the old man.

"If you don't mind, can I take a look at a book here?”

"Do so."

When the old man turned around and left the house, Jong-seok looked at the books and took out one of them and started reading them.

The scholars of Yudang and bystanders newly entered the village.

The two of them.

an end