Story of Maung Kulon

The Failed Reconnaissance

"You're right Langlang. But what should we do? They have great warriors. While I have no troops," said Ki Jaya Wikalpa perplexed.

"Just calm down, let me tell you where the village chief's house is. I will go there myself" Langlang Cakra Buana said confidently.

His blood already felt boiling when he heard how the village chief was behaving. After all, this is one of his obligations. After this business is finished, maybe he will go directly to the royal palace to meet his teacher, Eyang Resi Patok Pati.

Ki Jaya Wikalpa seemed to think about weighing first. He knew very well the accomplices of the village head, all of them were black warriors who could not be underestimated.

After five breaths of thought, he finally agreed to Langlang Cakra Buana's proposal. He's willing to tell me where the village chief's house is.

"Well, I'll show you where the house is. But try to get you back safely, even if you fail to kill those black warriors, but at least at least you can bring the village chief to justice," said Ki Jaya Wikalpa warned the young man all white.

Actually, he himself did not know until where the intelligence of Langlang Cakra Buana. Because it was only this time they met, but somehow Ki Jaya Wikalpa wanted to and obeyed what the young man in front of her said now.

While the two were busy chatting, suddenly entered a beautiful girl about twenty-three years old, her lips red. His nose is pointed, his cheeks are dimpled and his eyes are slightly narrow. With hair tufting and a smile always displayed, the woman looked like a goddess.

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Even the night came. The moon looks faintly giving off its rays. Even the invisible star, the moon usually accompanied by the star, is now only accompanied by a gray cloud.

In a rather large house, a young man dressed in all white was ready to carry out his mission. He will come to the house of a famous person in this Karangpaningal deda.

The young man was Langlang Cakra Buana, he remained determined to go to the village chief's house alone. Armed with desperate capital and an heirloom sword, the young man will leave now for the village chief's house.

"Be careful Langlang, may Sang Hyang Widhi always protect you," Ki Jaya Wikalpa said before the young man left.

"Okay, I'll go first. Sampurasun .." said Langlang Cakra Buana who immediately left quickly.

In front of the gate there are two guards armed with machetes that are rather long. Langlang Cakra Buana continued to pay attention to the surroundings of the tree not far from the village head's house.

Once you can be sure the state is quiet and safely controlled, Langlang Cakra Buana immediately jumped from the tree and began to run on the fortress towards the end.

After arriving at the end of the fortress, the young man immediately climbed onto the top of the tile and began to settle down. Like a thief, but this is the only way to know the situation inside.

Langlang Cakra Buana began to carry out his mission, he put a sharp ear with Ajian Sapta Pangrungu. The young man began to walk around the village chief's house from the top of the tile. He finally arrived at a room on the left corner.

There he heard a very loud noise from below. The young man stopped, then poked a tile so he could see inside. And sure enough, down there is someone doing a party.

There were four naked women and four men on it. While the rest were drunk until standing was not strong. There were about twelve plus three leaders. Seen because there are three such high-headed people with well-built muscular bodies and full of wounds are still self-conscious despite drinking so much.

Langlang Cakra Buana continued to pay attention to that state for quite a while. Until finally the young man stopped his surveillance when there was a voice from within that shocked him.

"How dare you a kid break in here and spy on our activities. Demon pedestal ...," said a person dressed in black like a swordsman who was suddenly behind Langlang Cakra Buana.

Just contact Langlang Cakra Buana in shock. The young man immediately turned his body back and wanted to know who was talking like that just now.

"Who are you?" ask Langlang Cakra Buana in surprise.

"Not much mouth. Accept the result of your senselessness ..." Without further ado the person dressed in black immediately attacked Langlang Cakra Buana.

Inevitably the young man must finally welcome the impending attack. His surveillance plan was found dead in the middle of the road. Now, two warriors began to fight on the roof of the village head.