The Adventure of the Kecapi
Chapter 186

The beautiful miss then shrunk her tears and nodded her head.

"I understand and thank you to the teacher's grandfather and to you, brother Beng. I will try to eliminate or at least forget this grief" said Yi Hui who began to review her smile.

"Well..ha..ha....!"

Suddenly Kwe Ong laughed and the strange disposition of this old beggar was already known by Yi Hui let alone Han Beng, which was why they did not feel astonished anymore and they looked at the old man.

"The openness can not be forgotten it will certainly be remembered again. We cannot escape suffering, for the grieving is ourselves, our own mind. How can we escape from ourselves? Grief is not something that is separate from us. Grief is a reality that we must face, if we want to be free entirely from suffering, not free from this or that suffering. Grief is a state of our own mind, caused by our own thoughts, brought about by an excessive feeling of self-pity." advises Kwe Ong.

"Then how should we do to be free from suffering, teacher's grandfather?" yi Hui asked who looked at Kwe Ong.

"The suffering is us, then there is no way that we, consisting of this blood and flesh and mind, who desire this and that, including the free will of suffering, can free ourselves from suffering. We have to face that suffering, accept it while praising or reproaching it, accept it as a reasonableness, observe it with full vigilance and above all, we leave everything to God" said Kwe Ong who paused for a moment.

The old man took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"This act of giving up with full confidence in the power of God will give us the strength to accept reality as it is, it includes accepting what we call suffering like something real within us. Without complaining, without resisting, without pursuing. The power of God will open our eyes, bringing awareness that suffering and liking are the same, only. It is just a mind game that always craves pleasure and avoids distress. Our minds are always made into battlefields

the page that is sought is not between the search for pleasure and the avoidance of distress, so we are swayed between the hard of pleasure, the endless sorrow of life!" kwe Ong said at length.

"Do you understand Miss?" ask Kwe Ong.

Yi Hui nodded his head and said, "I only understand a little, and I will try to ponder on it and hopefully God will give that vigilance to me, grandfather teacher."

"Good, well now what about you, miss? Your family has perished, but now old Satan Sin Kai is trying to fix the red belt beggar's society and I'm sure that your parents' house will be restored and returned to you. Well, what steps are you going to take now?" ask Kwe Ong.

Hearing the strange beggar grandfather's question, Yi Huu took a deep breath.

"Grandfather, I don't want to go back to my father's house anymore, because it will only bring bitter memories." replied Yi Hui.

"Sister Hui, if you do not return to your house, where will you go?" han Beng asked with his voice that contained a feeling of pity.

The beautiful miss looked at Han Beng's face.

"Sister Beng, I want to find my Uncle, he is the older brother of my late mother, his name is Tang Gu and he lives in the yellow Bamboo village in the yellow river valley."

"That place is quite far from here, sister Hui" Han Beng said.

"Han Beng, you better take this Miss to find her Uncle until they meet." Pinta Kwe Ong who suddenly.

"The time has come to separate from me. I myself will go back to Hok-kian looking for my best friends." continued Kwe Ong.

"But teacher, teacher is not yet healthy right? Teachers need friends to take care of teachers!" said Han Beng who was surprised and he just remembered that he had spent five years studying to the beggar king.

A bag from inside his shirt and it turned out that the bag was filled with several pieces of pure gold that was very valuable Han Beng was shocked. During this time he and his teacher provided for their lives by begging. May his teacher secretly store so much gold.

"But, teacher. Isn't that what we got....!" yelling Han Beng who was immediately cut by Kwe Ong.

"Hush....! You want to take Miss Hui begging? Shameless of you! Never mind, hurry up and from now on you won't even have to dress a beggar like me!" exclaimed Kwe Ong who moved his body and instantly vanished behind the trees in the forest.

Yi Hui let out a long sigh and looked at Han Beng's face.

"Oh, I'm just being a bully. Not only am I troubling you, it is also the cause of the separation between Brother Beng and teacher Brother Beng" said Yi Hui who was heartless.

"Absolutely not, sister Hui! You are not at all troublesome, because it is my duty to help others live as much as I can, and about my separation from the teacher, it has indeed come the time as the teacher said. It has been five years since I learned from the teacher, and indeed according to the agreement, I only studied for five years" explained Han Beng.

"Boy big brother Beng is great! Studying silat only five years but can already be a swordsman who has such great intelligence!" yi Hui shouted in praise of Han Beng.

"Ah, it's not that easy, sister Hui. Before learning from teacher Kwe Ong, I had learned silat from my first teacher" said the humble Han Beng.

"Ah, so? And if I may know, who was your first teacher?" asked the curious Yi Hui.

Han Beng looked at the beautiful Miss and commented on her smile.

 "He was nicknamed the swordsman of Kecapi and his name was Hua Li. I learned five years from that first teacher." replied Han Beng.

"Little swarm? Hua Li?" yi Hui muttered that she vaguely seemed to remember something.

"Let's start with our journey, sister Hui. The journey is quite far and should be done quickly. Hopefully, I'll be able to get you to meet your Uncle" said Han Beng who began to step foot.

Yi Hui nodded his head and followed Han Beng's steps, still wondering with the figure of the Lute Swordsman.

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