Swordsman Without a Name

Lam Si Temple

Cakra Buana had already searched for Ou Lin to some places. Even looking for him out of town. But unfortunately he did not find Ou Lin.

The man disappeared without a trace. Until the night he searched, but the results remained nil. Because he did not have the provisions to stay, in the end he looked for temples around the city.

After a while of searching, finally Cakra Buana found also one temple. In front of him was the inscription "Temple of Lam Si". The writing was made from gold ink written on a black wooden board.

Cakra Buana is coming closer to it.

"Excuse me, is there anyone?" ask her while looking to the left. Several times he repeated his question, but the result was still the same. No answer at all.

The temple is quite large and magnificent. The building still looks very sturdy. The temple grounds are also very clean, obviously this temple is well-preserved.

'This temple may be unused. Hemm, I better just go inside. After all I was just sleeping, not for evil intentions," he said stiffly ventured to go inside.

He then entered the temple. The temple was really big. After entering the temple, Cakra Buana just found out that behind the temple there is a very large courtyard.

And he did not know that all the monks were there to practice silat.

Because his intention was only to sleep, the young man chose not to explore the temple. Buana's chakra instantly melted down his tired body in front of the temple.

In just a blink of an eye, he was already sound asleep. Even a little snoring. A bundle of clothes that also contains a book, he made a head pillow to keep the possibility that could happen.

When he was soundly sleeping, he was like dreaming in a veiled by a creature whose head was bald. The number was quite large, they looked at him like they were looking at a demon.

Suddenly his ears heard someone talking.

As soon as Cakra Buana opened her eyes, she was immediately shocked.

"Tuyul ..." he screamed in shock.

He saw that he was surrounded by a large number of bald figures. Just as it seems in his dream.

Buana's chakra rubs his eyes several times to determine whether this is a dream or not. A few times in my mouth, it turns out that figure did not say. It means it's genuine.

Before he spoke, someone first spoke to him.

"Sorry, what are you doing here?" ask an old man to Cakra Buana. Siaramya was a little hoarse but full of compassion.

"Sir who? Master of men, right?" ask the person who spoke it.

"I am the Temple Head Lam Si. People used to call me Monk Fu Tang," he said smiling as he introduced the name.

"Aishh, sorry monk, sorry. I'm so disrespectful, I'm sorry" Cakra Buana said, apologizing.

He only realized that now he was in China, in the land of people. How is it possible there is tuyul?

"Amitabhas. Buddha is loving. You don't need to apologize like that, let's go inside to talk for a while" Monk Fu Tang said as he helped Cakra Buana stand up.

The other monks immediately disbanded and resumed their activities. While the Cakra Buana is carried by Monk Fu Tang to the reception room.

"My name is Cakra Buana,"

"Brothers aren't real people here?"

"Not monks. I am originally from the Land of Pasundan, coming here is intending to visit one of my friends,"

"Amithaba. It turns out the Pasundans. There are also many monks. Which city would you like to go to? Perhaps we can help," said the old monk.

At that question, Cakra Buana was confused. Which city is he headed to? While he himself did not know the names of the cities here. But because he saw this monk well, he asked again.

"Do monks know where Rajawali Sakti College is located? According to my friend, he lives in a nearby area,"

"Aiaaa, that's far from your goal, young man. Rajawali Sakti University is located in Lam Kiong City. The distance from here to there takes about a month's drive,"

Cakra Buana grumbled in his heart. He had boarded the wrong boat. Should not have boarded the ship yesterday so that it is not too far away to the Rajawali Sakti University.

"Ah, it turned out to be very far away. Nothing, count while adventuring," he replied smiling as if on purpose. In the beginning, he was really upset.

"Let's stay here a few days,"

"Thank you monk. But I have other business. Yesterday I had a pickaxe. Though it has been very careful, but the pickpocket here is more shrewd than the pickpocket in the Land of Pasundan," said Cakra Buana while laughing.

Monk Fu Tang just smiled. As a monk, he rarely laughed. Except for just a gentle and compassionate smile.

"Humans are like that. You don't look at humans from the outside. People today are very clever at deceiving. People who think we are good can be bad. And the people we think are bad, can be good, too,"

Cakra Buana just nodded. He didn't answer at all.

"What are the characteristics of the person who has pickpocketed you?"

Cakra Buana then tells how the characteristics of Ou Lin. He even mentioned what his name was.

As he told the story, Monk Fu Tang's face turned great. He frowned a few times.

"Is what you're saying true?"

"True monk. That's the truth, where I might make it up, I don't know anything here yet. Why why?" tanya Cakra Buana was curious when he saw the change in the monk's face.

"Hemm, good thing your life survived young man. Ou Lin was one of the heretical flow figures whose name was greatly feared here. He has a vast network, everywhere there are members. He founded a group called the Seven Cruel-Hearted Robbers. All who are incorporated in it is the head of every robber scattered in several areas around. According to the story, Ou Lin was in third place as the strongest person in the group. He also had quite a number of men," Monk Fu Tang told him who Ou Lin really was.

Cakra Buana was shocked. It was only fitting that when he went in there, no one dared to look at him. Even he just remembered that when it was silent when he saw who had come.

"It's only fitting that he could take my money. I was very careful though. Monk, do you know where I can find that person?"

"Ultually Ou Lin operates in the market. Two kilometers from here there is a big market. Brother Cakra may try to go there. But I ask you to be careful, because that man is very cruel and has very high knowledge,"

"Thank you for the advice of the monk. I will remember it always" said the young man with gratitude.