Sanshin-gak and Hwangssi-buin shrine at Seonnyeo-am, alongside it's outdoor prayer altar.
Sanshin-gak in an abandoned coal or copper mine near Seonyeo-tang (above)
Signboard at the shrine grotto between Yonghwa-sa and Daeti-gol
Through donations and income earned from performing rituals, a number of large new shrines have been built in this area, including these to Hwangssi-buin (left), and San-shin (below), the largest I've ever seen, as big the Daeun-jeon of a major Buddhist temple.
These are the centre pieces of the valley, but are by no means the centre of worship. Most activity takes place in the small shrines downstream from the main car park, simple rock shrines and tree shrines where individual Shaman perform rituals, sometimes simple and at times very elaborate, acting as an intermediary between the spirit entity they are in touch with, and the paying customer.
By Bus: The bus service out to Ilwol-san is not what you'd call regular.
Flimsy white silken hood, softly and fairly folded,
I wonder it be a flying butterfly!Pale bluish color of shaven head
Hidden under flimsy silken hood,
The rosy gleams streaming down her cheeks,
Reveal her sheer beauty, yet airing rueful sorrow.A night when a wax candle on the empty stage silently melts
The moon wanes through paulownia leaves;
With her dark pupils gracefully lifted,
To a starlight in the distant sky;
On cheeks of peach flowers, two drops are about to glare from her eyes;
Ah, it is the star glow of tormenting agony, stricken by mundane life.
Her hands, flexingly wrapping around and extending again,
As if posing sacred bows deep inside with palms together;
On this deepening night of crickets all crying awake,
Flimsy white silken hood, softly and fairly folded,I wonder it be a flying butterfly!