The Fragrant Soul

Chapter 6: The Master

“Cursue! Don't let him get into Laladan Pawitra!” bhiksu Aji Satya's.

But who can pursue Harum Sukma. If everyone in there increased by 5 feet, no

will be able to pursue it.

The golden and silver light alternated as if coming out from the palm of the Fragrant Sukma. Kujang Arka Kencana's

which once shook the world. A weapon that never disappoints its owner.

He has reached the area. Laladan Pawitra means sacred area. There was a chest-high wall surrounding him. Behind the walls was a small garden and pond filled with beautiful lotus flowers. Even when stepping on his lawn alone, it felt a strange vibration filling his chest.

What's stored here? Why did not a single disciple of the platoon dare to enter here?

In front of him there is a parsada (small palace/candid) that is beautiful but looks simple. What is surprising to Sukma Harum is that even though no one has come here, this place looks clean and beautiful. Like someone was taking care of him.

He also concluded, of course there are people in this parsada. Whoishe? He could already guess.

“Sampurasun (excuse)” he knocked on parsada's door. His voice was slow, as he was afraid of disturbing anyone

which is in it. With no answer, he opened the door.

The afternoon light illuminated the inside of the beautiful parsada. There's nothing in it. Except for

a small table in the middle of the room. No decorations, no beautiful tapestries. At the end of the room, a very old man was sitting there.

Sukma Harum stopped his steps. He does not want to interfere with one's worship or training. It finally

choose to stand just by the door. There is a great sense of disdain to see the figure of the person who is ascetic.

At the front there, the disciples and elders of the padepokan had already surrounded the entire area. Sukma Harum is no longer likely to escape. But they were indeed only able to surround from the outside, no one dared to set foot through the barrier wall. They did not even dare to open their voices. Apparently the area was very sacred to them.

There is a strange silence there. Hundreds of people gathered around the area but none of them

dare to speak. Little by little the number of besiegers is increasing. It is said that Padepokan Rajawali Sakti has 3 thousand disciples. Although not all of them are inside the building.

Harum Sukma does not want to bother. He stood at the door and did not enter the room.

“Come in,” the voice was very slow as people whispered. The tone is heavy but smooth. Sukma Harum stepped in.

The man who was in the middle of the scene had opened his eyes to look at himself. His sight is smooth too. But the highlight is like being able to penetrate people's souls to the basics.

“Sampurasun, the great teacher. Servants had to flee here. Servant guilty,” said Sukma Harum while menjura raised his hand.

The old man may be over 100 years old. He was bare-chested and wearing only

a thin white cloth covered the lower part of his body. He looked at the Harum Sukma from top to bottom. Watching the young man from outside to inside.

“With as much knowledge as you have, it's appropriate for the people out there who should escape from

thou, young man.”

Sukma Harum just smiled wryly. The old man continued, “You are willing to violate the sanctity of this place and

my only because you don't want to kill people?”

Sukma Harum did not answer. Because he no longer needed to answer anything.

The old man continued. “Good. You're not a cruel man. Nor are they hypocrites.” It

then laugh, “Actually if you've got here, what do you want to do?”

In his last sentence, he used the word ‘ananda’. This meant that he had regarded this young man as

people themselves.

“Verily the servant himself also did not know, the great,” Smile Sukma Harum. “Who knows they're tired of waiting, then disperse-dissolve themselves.”

Sukma Harum understood that this elder did not like to mince words with beautiful language, so he did not use such language.

The elder laughed at the words of the young man before him. He said, “A long time no one has come

hither. I think the sky sent you ananda here is to accompany me to play chess for a few days.”

“Ah, indeed I dare not refuse the great invitation, only that I have to solve the event

murder involving the name of the servant.”

“Ananda accused of killing people?”

Sukma Harum nodded.

“Hamba understands, the great.”

“But Ananda still came here. That means ananda wasn't the perpetrator of the murder.”

“Hamba very much hope that the elders and disciples of this great temple can come to the same conclusion,” said Sukma Harum.

The elder was silent for a moment. Then said, “Good. I'll help Ananda get out of here. But if ananda

have completed the task, will you come back to visit me this old man?”

“If the hand and foot of the servant are cut off, the servant will still come crawling here to visit the great.”

“Good! But will you do one task for me?”

“Hamba listen and obey!” Sukma Harum bends his body and becomes.

“There is a book written by Kampala monks in the south sea. Let's go investigate who

the news spreader?”

Sukma Harum nodded. From the beginning he had suspected that something was wrong with the news. He then

ask, “Did such a book never exist, the great one?”

The great elder nodded. “Where did ananda know?”

“Because Kampala bhiksu has raised a disciple. The beloved son of the great Prabu Brama himself. That student

he followed him to Tibet and studied his science. If he already has a student, he no longer needs to write the book.”

The elder smiled and nodded.

“You know who that student is?”

Of course Sukma Harum knows. That disciple was the one who was talking to him right now. It just

nodding justifies, without answering.

“Your steps are light, your bones are perfect, your face is handsome. Your science is very high. I don't think ananda

need my instructions on silat and kanuragan.”

“How can I dare to upload knowledge in front of the great?”

“Good. You're not arrogant. May I see that famous Kujang?”

Sukma Harum nodded. Know-how in his grasp had appeared a golden radiance that was mixed with silvery. I walk around in circles between his fingers. The light shimmered making the room bright!

Sukma Harum came forward. While walking on his knees, he sent the kujang forward. The great elder received and saw the powerful Kujang. He watched with great admiration.

“Kujang Arka Kencana's. Made of precious metals gold and silver. Both metals are not suitable

weapon. What makes this weapon great is not its material or shape. Except the hand of the person holding it! Will Ananda show me her greatness?”

Sukma Harum nodded. Then the Kujang shot out of his hand out the left window. Golden light

sparkling illuminated his twisting path. In an instant I was back, but

this time it went through the right window.

When Sukma Harum caught the Kujang, the golden light disappeared in his arms.

When he opened his fingers, it was seen at the pointed end of Kujang that there was an earring!

The earrings belonged to one of the students on guard out there!

“The bachelor who never disappoints his owner,” said the great elder. “I'm very satisfied. At the end

my age is still allowed to see science of this height. Very good,” he smiles happily, but his attitude still looks so solemn.

“Have seen Kujang? Please disperse immediately,” said the mahaguru to the disciples and elders outside

sana.

“We heard and we comply!” answer them while dispersing.

Sukma Harum jutted and thanked.

The elder then continued. “Will ananda I teach you how to whistle?”