Jong-seok, who returned from the shrine, held the talisman given by the shrine. There was a stone in the pocket of the amulet.


    It turned out that the body of Ooyama Tzumi was placed in a talisman''s pocket and sold or given to the congregation.


    Of course, no stone is made of amulet. The amulet is made only from stones laid on the main temple, where the body of Ooyama-tsumi is located.


    And all the stones in the main temple are given directly by the Divine Spirit. They were layouts.


    Jong-seok, who was looking at the amulet pocket, took out a stone and held it in his hand. Then Jong-seok looked still at the stone.


    "Hmm..."


    Something was hanging in the head of the stone-throwing stone.


    "What''s the catch? I don''t know what it is."


    Hwang Hee-jin sat next to Jong-seok looking around with a stone in his hand.


    "Let''s eat."


    Hwang Hee-jin, who was sticking out his lunch box, saw a stone that Jong-seok was holding.


    "What is that?"


    "Ooyama Tzu-mi, a gentleman''s amulet."


    "A talisman? Isn''t that a stone?"


    "Dol''s amulet."


    When Hwang Hee-jin reached out his hand, Jong-seok put a stone on it. Then Hwang Hee-jin laughed when he opened the lunch box.


    "You didn''t pay for this, did you?"


    "God gave it to me."


    "I was going to make fun of you if you paid for it, but... But that''s good."


    Hwang Hee-jin slightly dipped his chopsticks in the water bottle he received with the lunch box to see what he thought while looking at the stone.


    Sweep!


    Hwang Hee-jin, who wrote something on the stone with chopsticks, stuck it out.


    "It''s up to you."


    Jongseok saw a heart on the stone, and the words "cooperation" were written on it was written on the stone.


    He still seemed to have not given up on working with him.


    Jong-seok smiled at him and said,


    "No partnership..."


    Jong-seok, who was talking, suddenly stared blankly at the stone. At the sight, Hwang Hee-jin said stealthily.


    "Don''t you want to talk to Sumi and do it with her? If you''re with him..."


    Hwang Hee-jin, who persuaded him from the side, could not be heard in Jong-seok''s ears.


    As soon as Hwang Hee-jin saw the letter "cooperation" written on a stone, one memory came to mind.


    The guest writer''s experience book was stone.''


    The first writer''s experience book was stone. The shape of a tombstone made of stone. But it''s thin and long, so I think it''s a tombstone.


    It was not exactly the shape of the current monument. It was just a ball of flat stone to write on.


    And now the stone in my hand... It was similar to the stone experience book from the Experience Book.


    Of course the size cannot be compared to this.


    "And then the Yamada Shrine said that the size of the body was the size of a human head."


    Jong-seok, who thought so, saw Hwang Hee-jin, whose head was as big as his sturdy build.


    He said Jong-seok, who was looking at Hwang Hee-jin for a while.


    "Can I touch your hair for a moment?""


    "My hair?"


    "Yes"


    "Touch."


    When Hwang Hee-jin pulled out his head, Jong-seok put his hand on it.


    Then he pretended to hold it for a while, put his other hand on it, and nodded while pretending to write something.


    It seemed similar to the first writer''s experience book I saw in my dream.


    ''Is it a book of hands-on experience?


    There was no way to make a mark. The only evidence is that it is a stone similar to the material written by the first writer.


    Besides, I didn''t see it in person.


    But...


    ''I''ll just have to check it out. If it''s a real book of experience..."


    While looking at the stone in his hand, he put it in his talisman''s pocket.


    "I''ll steal it and bring it."


    It''s illegal, it''s a crime. But if the target is an experience book, it''s different.


    It was something I had to get my hands on somehow.


    ***


    At night, Jong-seok secretly permeated the mountain where the gentleman was located.


    ...


    The stalactites that seeped into the mountains very quietly took their breath. I couldn''t get in the car on my way here.


    That''s why he ran from Ogujeong to Ogujeong.


    I soaked into the mountain and saw Jongseok''s cell phone.


    Twenty minutes? It''s faster to run than to drive.


    It took about forty minutes by car to get here today. But when I ran, it only took me twenty minutes.


    I could run about 600 kilometers.


    When I ran, I thought it was worth running, so I climbed up the tree.


    Sweep! Sweep!


    After quietly climbing up the tree, Jong-seok took out his clothes from the bundle he was wearing on his back.


    When I came in the morning, I didn''t find any CCTVs at the shrine, but maybe there''s something I didn''t see.


    That''s why I''m trying to disguise myself.


    Jong-seok changed his clothes with the sportswear he brought from the accommodation. He put his clothes in Jongseok''s cloth and hung them on a branch.


    You won''t find this cloth unless you climb up the tree.


    Then he covered his face and head with a piece of cloth he picked up on the way.


    You can cover your face, and then guess yourself by head or hair.


    I''m used to it because it''s an experience to cross the Shaolin wall.


    Due to his frequent experience of crossing the walls of Shaolin Temple, he is preparing to steal.


    ''By the way... Man-song, they''re gonna have to go and get their bloodshot again.


    It has been several months since I went to Shaolin Temple, so the bodies of Mansong and 18 arhands must have hardened.


    I''ll be back this month.


    Jong-seok, muttered inside, looked at his face and lightly kicked the tree.


    Fa''at!


    The stone that crossed the gentleman''s wall gently crossed the sky began to move quickly.


    There were a few fires lit around the shrine. And a faint light was flowing through the power distribution.


    As I focused on my history, I heard people sleeping and drinking inside.


    "Should I build a new house?"


    "See how much the country pays for it."


    "You can''t build it like you used to, can you?"


    Let''s just drink.


    Jong-seok nodded at the sound from inside. He seemed to be drinking with frustration.


    Isn''t the fuse inside?''


    Jong-seok, who was looking for signs in the power distribution, kicked the ground and climbed onto the roof.


    People don''t get caught moving on the roof rather than going through the ground.


    The stalactites on the roof slowly moved backward. Then Jong-seok, kneeling slightly on the roof behind the power distribution, looked down.


    Jong-seok stole a glance at what he could see and spewed out his inner strength.


    Argh!


    The history of Jong-seok''s body began to flow around him. Feeling that there was no one around the power distribution, Jong-seok carefully stepped down to the ground.


    Sreuk!


    Standing on the floor quietly as if fallen leaves were falling, Jong-seok quickly approached the main stage.


    Jong-seok, who went under the gold cord, looked around again and pushed the door lightly.


    All of a sudden!


    Jong-seok frowned at the sight of the door not budging.


    "Well, it''s a place where the most important body in a gentleman''s life is enshrined, and he didn''t just leave it open."


    The muttered into the inside, releasing the internal force through the crack in the door.


    Argh!


    His history penetrated through the door and began to look around him.Ah


    His face was filled with wonder.


    There''s no lock. But why can''t I feel a taboo?''


    I couldn''t feel the iron lock in my mind. Jong-seok tilted his head while he was looking around the door again with his hands and releasing his history.


    Did you just build it without a nail?''


    I couldn''t feel any iron around the door. Wooden buildings cannot be built without nails.


    You can make it by cutting down the trees and assembling them. Some of the hanoks are built like that.


    He was lost in thought for a moment.


    Is it because it''s a place where the body is served?''


    If you didn''t use it while building this kind of building, you could have stopped using iron for religious reasons.


    ''Then...''


    If the door doesn''t open without a metal lock, it means something else has to be done.


    In addition, according to the history, there was nothing blocking the door. Jong-seok, who was looking around at the door, suddenly frowned as he was pushing and pulling.


    ''Don''t tell me?


    Then Jong-seok grabbed the door and pushed it from side to side. I wonder if it''s open from side to side, not from front to back.


    Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop!


    After a while, the stalactites held the door and gave it strength to the stomach.


    Dropping!


    Then the door began to go up.


    ''Blood...''


    That''s why the door had to be pushed up so that it wouldn''t open.


    The stalactites spewed out their strength. Just in case there are people around.


    Fortunately, the sound was so small that I couldn''t feel anyone approaching me.


    After lifting the door a little more, Jong-seok climbed down to the point where he could climb one of his own bodies.


    Dropping!


    Along with entering the bottom, the gate-downing stalactites looked inside.


    It was very dark inside. The moonlight that shines outside does not permeate into this main house.


    Jong-seok focused on his eyes.


    Argh!


    Then I began to see around me little by little. When I began to see some visibility, if not in broad daylight, Jong-seok looked around.


    There was an altar on one side, as you can see from the outside, but there was an altar on one side.


    And on the altar there was a gold thread and a white stone in the middle.


    "Surely similar to the stone given by the Divine."


    As the muttered inwardly approached the altar, I saw red letters written under the stone.


    1.Never touch the stone of Ooyama-tsumi with bare hands.


    2. When moving the stone of Ooyama-tsumi, wrap it with a cloth to keep it out of reach.


    3. Never put anything sharp on the ooyama-tsumi''s stone.


    ...


    ''Is that a caution?''


    But what was unusual was that all the precautions were not to touch the stone of Ooyama-tsumi.


    Thinking that way, Jong-seok saw the stone of Ooyama-tsumi. As if the milk had hardened, Jong-seok, who was looking at the white stone, took a close look at it.


    "Experience books should have patterns.''


    All of Jong-seok''s experience books were painted with magic patterns. If this stone was an experience book, it should have had a magic pattern, even though its shape and material were different.


    But there was no pattern on the stone of Ooyama-tsumi. He saw the back of the stone of Ooyama-Tzumi, where the stone slips over the gold string.


    And Jong-seok''s face was filled with admiration.


    On the back of the stone of Ooyama-tsumi, there was a pattern on the book of experience he was looking for.


    "Experience book..."


    Jong-seok muttered as little as moan and looked at Ohoyama-tsumi''s stone for a moment.


    "When I see it''s eaten with stones... I guess you''ve been stuck here without seeing the cursors."


    Experience books are shaped in a style that makes the writers comfortable.


    So when the times and civilizations are different, the writers'' experience books are different shapes.


    Like stone, stone, stone, and book. And the stone of Ooyama-tsumi here in the shape of a stone... It means no one has written since the Stone Age.


    He saw the red letters written under the stone of Ooyama-tsumi.


    ''Whoever might have been the last owner of this stone didn''t want anyone else to write in the book of experience;


    The contents of the red letters kept the stone from touching. Experience books recognize it when a writer touches his or her hand with his or her heart even if he or without writing.


    That''s why you can write down your experiences in the book of experiences even in the old days when you didn''t have a text message.


    Jong-seok looked at his experience book for a while and put his finger on it and moved.


    As Jong-seok''s fingers moved and wrote, letters began to appear below him with a faint light.


    Jong-seok smiled at the article in the book of experience.


    "Nice"


    Jong-seok quickly wrote in his experience book.


    The book of experience did not answer Jong-seok''s article for a moment.


    You''re flustered.


    When I got a new experience book, I felt embarrassed.


    I''ve never met a book of experiences other than you.


    So, the Ooyama Tzu Mi''s experience book is not answering Jong-seok''s article, which seems to know about him.


    Jong-seok thought for a moment and stroked his chin in response to his experience book.


    ''With fewer registered experiences, there''s only stone left to take. Well, of course, it''s a Western-up book.


    If you write about your experience with the tools to take notes, you will have the right form.


    So if you write down your experiences with a laptop, a cell phone, or a tablet PC, it becomes the same form.


    But Jong-seok didn''t think like that. Jong-seok still loves books.


    He put his finger on the stone of Ooyama-tsumi and began to write.


    Then... a moment later, a faint light came out of the stone of Ooyama-tsumi and came up.


    And when he started to hit the rarest in the air, he began to look new.


    Argh!


    With a faint light, the stone disappeared and a book with a luxurious dress code fell into the hands of Jong-seok.


    Jong-seok, who caught the book of experience in Western markets, opened it. Then a smile came to my face.


    It looks like a Western-style book, but inside it was a page of various kinds of paper.


    There was quality paper in the front and quality hanji in the back.


    In other words, I made an experience book where I can take notes from now on, and I can do calligraphy from the back.


    It''s an experience book made of top-class paper and hanji in Jongseok''s memory, so the writing sense is perfect.