THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
BEGAWAN CITRAKARSA
The sun was burning the skin that day. Rana Wulung with pale face riding his horse beside Rantas Madan. The heart of this young man was already broken. His grudge against the Night Beetle Swordsman will not be extinct during his life. When the group went through the slope of a hill on the way home, there was something that caught the attention of Rana Wulung. He turned to Rantas Madan.
“Father, you see the ravens flying at the top of that hill.”
Ki Lurah Rantas Madan was shocked and looked up at the top of the hill above him. Several black crows saw him flying in circles up and down above the peak there. Hearts of this man. Then the group stopped.
“We are there!”, Rantas Madan made up his mind.
Each of them then drove their horses to the top of the hill. Rana Wulung in front once. At the top of the hill this young man stopped his horse and researched where the ravens had descended. Followed by the other members of the group Rana Wulung moves towards a thick grove of bushes. When he reached the bush, four crows flew into the air. Rana Wulung jumped off her horse and ran behind the thick bush.
“My Lord!” exclaim that young man.
Knees wobbly. Eyes buying. Suddenly like a madman he leaped to the face while crying out loud . “Nining! Nining!”
Ning Leswani lay on top of the grass. Not a single thread covered his aura. This naked body is no longer breath and some have been hollowed in the black crows of scavengers. That poor body that Rana Wulung hugged. But just for a moment. When Rantas Madan and the rest of the group got there, Rana Wulung had fallen unconscious.
Rantas Madan himself was almost not strong to see the scene. Hardly able to see his beloved biological child meet death in such a horrendous way. His mouth is kamit. His throat goes up.
“My son...” hiss that boy.
He kneels. Some people pulled Rana Wulung from above Ning Leswani's body. Rantas Madan quickly took off his shirt and covered his son's aura with it. Her tears are shining. Frustrated grudge like wanting to break his chest at that moment.
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Some of the main silat figures from the white group reportedly have intervened to make calculations with the Night Beetle Swordsman. But what happened then really made the world a reality added Geger. How not, All the figures of silat who dare to make the calculation is brushed raw by the Swordsman of the Night Beetle.
“Sukma” Crushing Finger Science owned by the cursed young man becomes a terrible scourge for the martial world, especially for people who do not understand silat at all. Every town and village, every village and every corner was covered in fear and anxiety. Afraid and anxious that the Night Beetle Swordsman would appear suddenly in their area, spreading death and staining among the innocent population.
Evil, depravity and a thousand and one kinds of cursed acts committed by the Beetle Swordsman of the Night have also reached the top of Mount Merbabu. It was the exact middle of the day. The sun is at its highest point. The horror of sunlight was not felt on the top of the mountain covered with cool cucumbers. Sulfur fumes from the mountain crater rolled up, mixed into one with the cucumber and covered the scenery.
At one part of the top of Mount Merbabu, in a stone room, illuminated by a small lamp, a man appeared to sit a thin body, almost the skin of a bone bandage. This thin body was covered with a white cloth sling. Looking at the water of his face full of wrinkles, it turns out that this man has advanced in age. But strangely, his hair and beard that was long up to the waist was still jet black and glittering over the lamp light.
This old man is Begawan Citrakarsa. At that time he was meditating to silence the taste and close all his senses. When the sun slid to the point of sinking, when a yellow gold ray plumbed with reddish rays swept the sky on the western horizon, then Begawan it finished his meditation. He opened his eyes, opened all his senses. Then slowly this Begawan stood up from his seat and stepped to the door.
From the stone door where he stood it can be seen the whole peak of Mount Merbabu. Part of the summit of Mount Merbabu has been shrouded again by a mist of sulfur and halimun. At the foot of the mountain slapped the fields of rice fields. Far to the south flows a river. Begawan Citrakarsa sighed deeply. How beautiful the earth of God. But how unfortunately, the beautiful and holy earth has been polluted by all manner of filthiness, all manner of lethargy, evil, depravity.
Begawan Citrakarsa re-entered the stone room. From the wall of the stone room he took a kris and then inserted it behind a sling of white cloth on his waist. With a little wave of the hand Begawan Citrakarsa put out the lamp in the stone room. He stepped to the door back. Outside the door was a large stone. Using his left hand, Begawan shifted the stone to cover the door of the stone room. The huge stone weighed hundreds of catties, but the Begawan only shifted it with his left hand. To the point where the greatness of energy in the skinny Begawan who only lives skin bandage bone is really not able to be explored.
When the wind from the east blows cold. If the bright ball of the universe is only one-sixth of its part visible in the western horizon there, and if the peak of Mount Merbabu is almost entirely covered with cucumbers, then Begawan was moving his legs. The pair of thin, dry feet were agile and with incredible speed ran at the edge of the crater at will. Occasionally jump over a stone ravine that is up to three – four spears. Along with the disappearance of the sun to the place of the dispute, the shadow of Begawan Citrakarsa was no longer visible at the top of Mount Merbabu.
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The road is located at a high altitude. The hot sunlight was like trying to roast the skin. The little birds that took refuge behind the leaves of the trees chirped unceasingly, as if they were also agitated by the heat of the day. The long-haired youth on top of the tree branch, sat with a pair of eyes that kept staring into the twists and turns of the road at the foot of the hill. It had been almost an hour since he was on the branch of the tree and what he was waiting for had still not appeared. The frustration of his heart tried to obliterate it by whistling. There was one out of habit, the tree branch that the young man occupied was very small. Let alone humans, even a cat sitting there must be a branch that will droop down. But strangely, blessed by the body of the long-haired young man, let alone droop, the slightest move of the tree branch was not. If the young man is not a powerful mandraguna who has the knowledge to relieve a great body, it certainly cannot happen.
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