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Chapter 85 Meet The God of Martial Art

“Sorry, Locianpwe. Teecu is quite able to distinguish between evil and good, even though Teecu deliberately left his past life for... for...”
"Forget the bitterness that broke your heart?"
Gold Flute just nodded then lowered his face. "Teecu please guide."
“You are nicknamed the Golden Flute, of course you are good at playing the flute. Come on, let's hear the sound of your flute, and let's try to play with your flute with the khim I play, looking for harmony." The grandfather then sat down on the grass, lowered his musical instrument which had seven wires.
Gold Flute was overjoyed. As a gemblengan student of the magician Kim-mo Taisu, of course he understands that playing music for someone like Bukek Siansu means training or testing Iweekang skills and advanced martial arts. He immediately sat cross-legged, caught his breath, then blew his flute.
Bu Kek Siansu smiled hearing the high shrill of the flute playing and melodious, clean and loud. His fingers then began to touch the wire on his khim, a high, low, high-cring-cring sound was heard.
The Golden Flute was shocked. As soon as the sound of the khim wire sounded, his breath became labored and the sound of his flute was pressed so hard that it dropped to a very low level. He immediately closed his eyes, focused his five senses, mobilized all the deep energy in his body, regulated his breathing as long as possible until it filled his navel, and he channeled all this collected energy through the sound of his flute which was now clear and high again.
However, Khim's game from BuKek Siansu is also getting better. The high and low shrill sounds of the wires are attack moves that are more powerful than the thrusts of heirloom swords, more powerful than the onslaught of the magic hands. Sometimes it comes in waves, one after another and gets stronger and stronger like the waves of the ocean.
The situation of Flute Gold was desperate. This young man blew the flute while closing his eyes, his forehead wrinkled and white steam covered his head, so great was the sinking energy working in his body. He tried his best to parry and protect himself from the waves that swept away, but his efforts were like a swimming student trying to swim against the storms and typhoons raging in the ocean.
It sinks briefly, rises briefly, drags and drifts away, then slams up as high as a mountain, then is thrown down like being thrown into hell. Several times he almost fainted, but his unyielding spirit made his recklessness round and he remained conscious. He diligently paid attention to the style of attack from the khim's voice, and created in his brain the essence of the very high and miraculous martial arts moves.
Apart from guiding and giving instructions, it seems that Bu Kek Siansu also wants to test his strength. Kim's voice grew more urgent, more pressing, and at the last moment the Golden Flute could barely hold it anymore. His head was dizzy, his eyes saw a thousand stars, his body shivered and sweat the size of soybeans covered his forehead. Suddenly, together with the sound of the flute becoming weaker and more exhausted, the sound of khim also stopped. The atmosphere is clear, silent.
The Golden Flute with a pale face and panting breath felt as if someone was lifting a rock as heavy as a mountain that was pressing down on his head. He channeled air normally and his breathing returned to normal.
"Ha-ha-ha, not disappointed you became a student of Kim-mo Taisu."
The Gold Flute opened its eyes, then knelt down. "Many thanks for Locianpwe's invaluable pointers."
“Young man, your talent is indeed extraordinary. No wonder Kim-mo Taisu took you as a student. Humans live in pursuit of knowledge. Knowledge must be used in this world for the advancement of life, for the service of virtue, and for eradicating evil. What is the meaning of studying knowledge if you are unable to use it properly? What is the meaning of decades of studying science if all of it will be brought to death later? Because of this, every year, the first day of spring, I'm always looking for a partner to pass on some of the knowledge I've managed to create. Who can meet me on the first day of spring, he will surely receive something from my knowledge according to the talents and abilities of each.
Seeing that the old man stopped for a while, the Golden Flute, who always had an honest character without wanting to hide and was toyed with, said, "Teecu has heard of that, Teecu has also heard how many kang-ouw figures who are known to be vicious and evil have also inherited knowledge from Locianpwe. Please, Locianpwe explain, why did Locianpwe pass on this knowledge to them?"
The old man laughed broadly, his teeth glistening in the sun. "I have freed myself from the bonds of feelings, neither love nor hate, nothing is good and nothing is bad for me. After all, I am a human being who is still controlled by thoughts and considerations. Those who are destined to meet me, whoever they are, will definitely receive the inheritance of knowledge according to their character and talent."
Even though the Gold Flute was only thirty years old, he was a geek who had already devoured many ancient scriptures, so he could accept the standpoint of a saint like this. He didn't want to argue, and didn't dare to criticize, so he then asked, "Teecu has received the hint with the voice earlier, can Teecu ask, what is the name of the science and does this knowledge suit Teecu so Locianpwe teaches it?"
“Young people, while I was traveling and passing on my knowledge every year, there were only two knowledges that people could never accept, even though I tried to pass them on every time. The first is the knowledge contained in the khim's voice, which I named Kim-kang Sin-im (Golden Power of the Sakti Voice). You were able to serve me up to fifty-eight moves, that's already very good. It means that you can catch its essence, you just have to develop it, depending on your perseverance and talent. The second is a science that no one can understand, namely Hong-in-bun-hoat (Wind and Mega Literature)! I see you are smart, your talent is extraordinary and judging by your clothes, I presume you are no stranger to literature, right?"
"Teecu is still stupid, but Teecu has the courage to try to dive into the Hong-in-bun-hoat Science, Locianpwe."
Bukek Siansu chuckled happily, then he stood up. The Gold Flute remained seated cross-legged and devoted its full attention. With his short energy, he can open his eyes without blinking for hours.
“Look and remember all these letters carefully, young people,” Bukek Siansu said.
The old man began to move his body slowly, his arms moving forward, scribbling up and down. His feet are always moving, also his shift in the form of scribbling to form letters that match the top stroke with his two hands.
Suling Emas was very happy that she used to be a person who was very diligent in studying literature, so that she memorized ten thousand kinds of letters. He saw how the movements made by the grandfather were scribbles of very beautiful and strong letters. It was easier for him to remember because it turned out that after the grandfather had done dozens of moves, the letters formed poems in the lessons of the Prophet Confucius, the first verse of which reads: THIAN BENG CI WI SENG (God's Gift Is Original Character).
Of course he already memorized these verses of the Tiong Yong book, so he no longer needed to memorize the sentence structure, he only needed to remember the movements of each letter. This benefited the Golden Suling because his attention was not distracted, and after seeing a few dozen letters he was able to understand their essence so that he could then guess how the other letters were formed in the silat movement. After passing a hundred letters, even though now Bukek Siansu performs martial arts extraordinarily fast, he can already understand very well how to perform martial arts according to the strokes in the formation of the sacred letters.
I was so interested and diligent, without realizing it and on purpose, the Golden Flute had risen from the ground, and automatically he also practiced martial arts, instead of imitating the movements of Bukek Siansu again, he continued the letters that had not been played, according to the rhymes in the verses the Chinese book.
"Enough, it's not in vain that this time I'm tired," Bukek Siansu laughed happily. "And when this meeting is enough, you may come down from the summit right now."
The golden flute knelt down to thank him and then said, “Locianpwe's generosity is too big for teecu, how can teecu dare to break up this important meeting in such a short time? Teecu please guide.
“Ha-ha-ha, there is no human in this world who is satisfied with his own situation. Who knows satisfaction in every situation, he is a happy human being who can enjoy God's blessings. Young people, I hope that with this intelligence that you have, you are at a crossroads that can lead you to the abyss of evil, and can also lead you to pure realms. Only the greatest figures from the black and white factions are on par with your level of intelligence.”
“Sorry for teecu's stupidity and short-sightedness, Locianpwe. Can teecu add to his knowledge by getting to know the names of those characters?”
“Ha-ha, those who have been hiding all this time, now that the Sung Kingdom is established, they are starting to show themselves, somewhat captivated by the new state of affairs in this world. The black group has many characters, but only six people are known as Thian-te Liok-koai (Six World Devils). You already know who they are, don't you?"
"Teecu has heard of them, but never met them face to face."
“Ha-ha-ha, who were the three people? They are three of the Liok-koai. The other three people are Toat-beng Koai-jin (Death of Death), Tok-sim Lo-tong (Old Child with Poison Heart), and Cui-beng-kwi (Spirit Chasing Demon). You be careful of these six people. They are very shrewd and have very high intelligence.”
"Thank you, Locianpwe, I will definitely remember Locianpwe's message."
“There are also many white group figures, but they don't like to stand out, they like to hide, one of them is your late teacher. People like Kim-lun Seng-jin (Holy Man of the Golden Wheel), and Gan-lopek (Empek Gan) are among those extraordinary people whose fur is hard to hold by the tail. Never mind, someday if you have the fate to meet them, you will be able to judge for yourself. Now go, my prayers are always with you as long as you don't deviate from the truth."
The Gold Flute saluted, then left that place without looking back. Indeed, his level of intelligence is already high, in a moment like a flying eagle, he has descended on Thai-san. After arriving at the foot of the mountain, he looked up, not remembering anyone but to admire Thai-san's peak which was now covered in white clouds.
“The white clouds are already high, there is still the peak of Thai-san passing by. But compared to the sky, Thai-san's peak is still too low,” his lips whispered a part of the ancient verse that at that moment came to mind. Then he continued walking with wide strides while pensively remembering the Kim-kong Sin-im and Hong-in Bun-hoat he had just received from Bukek Siansu.
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Bukek Siansu was still standing like a statue looking at the direction of the Golden Flute, then he whispered to himself, “Humans will encounter suffering in life if they expect pleasure in life. He could endure life's pains calmly with no regrets, truly a strong young man. Pleasure is pursued, suffering is gained, then spiritual strength is gained. Why do humans have to experience all of this? Why?"
Bukek Siansu took out a small book from his robe pocket and read it while standing. At that moment three shadows of people appeared as fast as flying up the peak.
Bukek Siansu put his book back in his pocket, took the khim musical instrument and hung it on his back. Then he looked at the three people in front of him with a friendly smile.
"Aren't you Bukek Siansu?" asked It-gan Kai-ong. The old grandpa nodded with a big smile.
"It is such a coincidence. The world of kang-ouw reports that every year, on the first day of spring, you will appear in the world and share knowledge. Today is the first day of spring, what knowledge can you give me?”
Bukek Siansu was not angry at hearing that disrespectful remark, he just smiled.
"I also come to you at the beginning of spring to ask to inherit the magic martial arts, Bukek Siansu," said Siang-mou Sin-ni as he stepped forward.
"The three of us who came over to us, not just the two of you," Hek-giam-lo followed in a deep voice.
Bukek Siansu raised his arms up and laughed. "Don't worry, I'm the old man and I'm not stingy with knowledge, I'm just worried that the knowledge that I know won't match and suit the personalities of the three of you. Know that my knowledge can only be accepted by people who distance themselves from envy, jealousy, anger, hate and cruelty. Without being able to get rid of these qualities, the knowledge that I pass down is not only useless, it might even be detrimental to one's own body. So, what kind of knowledge do you want to ask for?”
The three saints looked at each other. The traits that grandfather mentioned earlier were not strange traits let alone taboos for their black class. In fact, cruelty is a measure of one's shrewdness. The higher the level, the more ruthless it must be, because whoever is less ruthless means he has a weakness and this is really embarrassing! Of course they are not willing to accept knowledge with such ties.
"Bukek Siansu, earlier we heard your song which requires people to repay hate with love. Are you one of those people who have no hatred?”
"Hopefully God strengthens my heart and wraps my whole mind and heart with the rays of His love."
“So you don't hate our faction? Will not discriminate with other factions?”
Bukek Siansu shook his head. Of course he can do this easily.
"Then," said It-gan Kai-ong, "don't be partial. You passed down two kinds of knowledge to the golden flute. So, we also ask you to pass on those knowledge to us.”
"Yes, I want those two sciences," said Siang-mou Sin-ni.
"What knowledge was that and what was its name?" Hek-giam-lo continue.
“Ha-ha-ha, you three are indeed sharp-eyed, it's not useless to be three among Thian-te Liok-koai! Indeed, earlier I passed down two kinds of knowledge to the Golden Flute called Kim-kong Sin-im and Hong-in Bun-hoat. However, whether you can understand these two sciences and like them is up to you. How?"
The three of them had experienced for themselves how powerful Suling Emas was, even though they didn't know that it was actually Bukek Siansu who broke down the swords who wanted to prevent a protracted battle between the powerful people. So of course they felt jealous and wanted to get the knowledge that the Golden Flute had inherited.
“No need to fuss so much, quickly show Kim-kong Sin-im!” said It-gan Kai-ong who was always rude to anyone. For him the rougher the attitude the better, dashing and dignified!
"You also agree?" Bukek Siansu, who was still smiling, asked Siang-mou Sin-ni and Hek-giam-lo.
The two hesitated for a moment, but were forced to nod because they had no other choice. Like It-gan Kai-ong, these two powerful men still looked down on Bukek Siansu and they suspected that this old old man would trick them and make fun of them.
“Fine… fine, you guys pay attention and listen carefully. As the name implies, Science of Sin-im (Sound of Sakti) is learned by hearing." The grandfather lowered the khim instrument from his back, sat cross-legged on the ground, then heard khim's voice, starting with a clear, clear "cring-cring".
At first the three holy men looked attentively while listening and following the sound of khim, but soon they seemed very agitated. Especially Siang-mou Sin-ni, as a woman of course the most easily affected by khim's voice. This sacred woman at first felt her heart pound, then every time the sound was high-pitched, she felt as if her heart was being pulled and when the sound was low her heart was like being crushed. Quickly he mobilized the sinkang inside his body and at another moment this woman was already sitting cross-legged with brooding eyes and a pale face. He was still trying to dive into the sound which was getting weirder and was a direct attack on his chest.
Successively It-gan Kai-ong and Hek-giam-lo were also forced to sit cross-legged to gather strength in the body and fight against the powerful attacks from the sound of khim. As two powerful people, they also understand that the sound of Khim's musical instrument contains an air of extraordinary aggression, therefore, while covering their weaknesses with sinking, they also pay attention and try to capture the essence of Kim-kong Sin-im.
Only a quarter of an hour that person was already suffering greatly. Their faces were pale and so hard they exerted their sinkang, their heads puffed up white steam. But they still haven't been able to grasp the essence of the lesson. Or there are also those they can catch, but only according to their respective estimates. The three of them explore the contents of Kim-kong Sin-im differently, according to their respective characters and all of this, of course, deviates from the true essence.
This is not just because these three people are still low in intelligence. Absolutely not. In the level of martial arts skills, I think they are not far from the Golden Flute. However, as Bukek Siansu said earlier, their character does not match the nature of this knowledge, besides this knowledge is hidden in song and sound art.
The golden flute could inherit its essence because the young man faced Kim-kong Sin-im with the sound of his flute so that it seemed as if he was 'fighting' with this knowledge. Because of that it was easier for him to recognize the attacking and defensive traits of Kim-kong Sin-im. Like a song, people will know its beauty better if he sings along, which is of course much different from just hearing it.
Bukek Siansu does not want to discriminate. He played khim like when he played in front of the golden flute earlier. After he stopped, the three people were still sitting cross-legged with their eyes darkened. Bukek Siansu only smiled and calmly put the khim instrument back on his back, then he stood up, waiting while reading a small book.
The three holy men did not dare to get up immediately because the khim's voice was still ringing in their ears, instead it seemed as if it had seeped into their brain and chest. After about ten minutes, they opened their eyes and jumped up. It was clear they were disappointed, but because each felt that they could glean the essence of the strange knowledge, they remained silent, only looking at Bukek Siansu with angry eyes.
Bukek Siansu put away his little book and said, “You have heard of Kim-kong Sin-im. Do you also want me to play Hong-in Bun-hoat like I did in front of the Golden Flute earlier?”
"Grandpa, you did martial arts in front of the golden flute, well, that's what you have to pass on to us," said It-gan Kai-ong.
“Kai-ong, that's what Hong-in Bun-hoat called earlier. If you want, I'll play it. What about you, Hek-giam-lo and Sin-ni?”
Not knowing which martial art to choose, the two men just nodded. After all, they still hesitated and looked down on this old man. What is the use of Kim-kong Sin-im's knowledge? Time to face an opponent must play music! Crazy! So hearing that the Hong-in Bun-hoat that will be deployed this time are silat movements like what they saw from their hiding place when this old man faced the Golden Suling, of course they agreed and were somewhat relieved, expecting to receive the inheritance of martial arts. high and holy.
Just like earlier when teaching Suling Emas, Bukek Siansu started moving her body slowly, her arms and legs shifting and forming strokes and circles. What's more, what he played was the movement according to the first letters of the poem in the Tiong Yong book. As is known, the Tiong Yong book contains thirty-three lessons, is a very high and noble inner knowledge.
Bukek Siansu started scribbling the letters of the first lesson, the first verse in full reads like this:
THIAN BENG CI WI SENG
SUT SENG CI WI TO
SIU TO CE WI KAUW
The three lines of letters that make up the first verse of the first lesson have a very deep meaning.
If translated freely something like this:
God's grace is a natural disposition
In tune with the original character is To
Carrying out To is a spiritual lesson (religion)
It is clear that these letters are sacred verses in the Tiong Yong book, which teach people to return to their original disposition of God's grace, meaning to lead people back to approaching and obeying God's will. Three sacred figures such as It-gan Kai-ong, Siang-mou Sin-ni, and Hek-giam-lo who are human beings who deny God, where are they interested in studying all kinds of books that present lessons about virtue?
As knowledgeable people, of course they can read and can follow the movements of Bukek Siansu. However, they can only grasp the skin or the outside, unable to dive into its contents. It must be known that the secret of Hong-in Bun-hoat's magical martial arts lies not in the type of letters written with movements alone, but is more profound, that is, closer to the meaning of the verses. That's why this Bun-hoat (Science of Literature) is called Hong-in (Wind and Clouds), because it is like literature and so deep in its secrets as the wind that can be felt untouched and the clouds that can be seen are also invisible!
It's not surprising that the three people became disappointed and tired of seeing the grandfather keep moving his minions to form the strokes and circles of the letters. What does it all mean? What is the point? They thought that grandfather was playing games and tricked them.
In order not to be taken as one-sided, Bukek Siansu continued to perform his martial arts and only then stopped at the same section when he performed the martial arts in front of the Golden Flute earlier. He smiled at the three of them who were looking at him with angry eyes.
"Well, are you satisfied?"
“Satisfied what? You're messing with us! Bukek Siansu, if you have intelligence, don't be stingy, pass it on to us," said It-gan Kai-ong in an angry voice.
“I don't think this grandpa is just being arrogant, even though he's not good at anything. Kai-ong, how embarrassing would it be if people saw the three of us being run over by this farsighted geezer,” said Siang-mou Sin-ni, smiling wryly.
Meanwhile, Hek-giam-lo only snorted, angry and raised his scythe. The three figures looked at each other. In this meeting of views all three have agreed.
Without issuing any further warnings, suddenly the three powerful men lunged forward, attacking Bukek Siansu who was still smiling while lowering his face. I don't know who hit it come first because of their fast movement. It-gan Kai-ong's stick struck the navel, Siang-mou Sin-ni's hair struck nine streaks of blood on the neck, chest and shoulder, while the scythe in Hek-giam-lo's hand slashed the head! All were deadly attacks, and all of them hit the target. While complaining for a long time, Bukek Siansu collapsed!

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