The Musafir

The Blood Wind Sites Book

MANTINGAN shook slowly. That's not what it means. Can not understand Dara that what is meant to do nothing is a thing that is not it? Is this Dara just an innocent girl without understanding anything about maturity? If so, then Mantingan was very grateful.

“I'm just kidding!” Dara laughs. “Sure I won't do that with you, who are you?”

Back The mantel shook slowly. The guess is wrong, Dara is still a decent girl. Although Dara was a natural person, Mantingan was not happy. Doesn't that mean it would be dangerous if one of them couldn't hold back?

If you think about it, then Mantingan will be thought of by ascetics who have removed bad passions from his body and mind. What did they do to get rid of those bad passions? What guidelines do they hold until they fear sin?

As a layman who has never learned to be an ascetic, Mantingan certainly does not know how they let go of his bad passions. Is in the martial world also taught how to release bad passions? Mantingan hoped that the lesson would be at the White Wind College. Of course he wants to be a free man who is not wrapped around the shadow of bad lust, who can master it at any time.

“Later on you can sleep in bed, I will sleep somewhere else,” said Dara who himself looks a little busy cleaning the room.

“Do not, I will sleep elsewhere,” said Mantingan, “where should I put my things?”

“There is an empty closet there, you can store your belongings there,” said Dara. “Clean your stuff first, and don't let that dirty stuff touch anything in this room before cleaning.”

The mantelan did not care about that remark. If the stumps and coffers are cleaned, then you must wash them first before they are completely clean. Of course it will take a lot of time, it will also hurt more because the clogs and his friends will be dirty again after the Mantingan return to continue the journey. So from that Mantingan just opened the designated cupboard, and put the bundle and the coffers there. Mantingan also did not care about Dara's thoughts towards him, should the girl understand that the Mantingan's items would remain dirty!

“Once again I'm just kidding, your looks are already sour once.” Dara laughed again on the sidelines of his activities, not responded Mantingan.

Now in the hands of the Mantingan there was a Blood Wind Palm Book that he would read at this time. The mantel found a bench and table near the bed. This place is good enough to read, it is also good to get calm. There was a lantern on the table, so the Mantingan could quite recognize the characters that were etched on the ejection sheet.

Even not impossible, with a lantern on it, Mantingan can estimate when this book was made and whether this book is the true book. By looking at the appearance of the scriptures alone can be seen the authenticity of the book.

Not a few false books are widespread and bring disaster to many warriors. These false books resemble true books, but they are much different. False books are not only made to earn more money, but also to harm the users of the book. False books usually write moves or movements that are dangerous to do. In self-guilt, the wrong movements can cause severe injury or even death.

The authenticity of the book can be seen from the stroke of his action. It will be different from the false book, the true book has a firm and deep script. Strictly his strokes, and in his meaning. If the scriptures are written crooked and wavy, then it is certain that they are not true books.

But there are also high-priced true books with untidy characters. Usually the true books are written by famous warriors who write books without much care for the neatness of the characters.

The mantan takes a deep breath before it starts to open the ejection sheet.

Here is the science of discipline. Not to fight or fuss over something unnecessary. But to defend ourselves, to defend the truth, to defend the truth in the head

not later someone will say that this book of penghilatan is the truth without heresy, someone must say that this book is a science full of heresy and scholarship

let it be said as such, for man has a mouth to speak but that does not mean that everything he says is the truth

“You can read?” Dara suddenly asked.

“What if this book is not a true book?”

“It's a true book, these characters show it themselves.”

“Then you do not say that you are not good at reading, in fact you can distinguish which is the true book and which is the false book.”

Mantingan did not answer, focusing back on his reading.

No one will see it, but there will be those who will answer who the true Sovereign is

for there is but one true ruler over the earth and the heavens, the only One

The Lord is not intangible, nor is he situated in a certain place, just as the mind is invisible but can transform all things into possible

The ruler sent down man on earth to prosper him, so we make this book of circumcision with a little objection

human ability is not comparable to the ability of the Ruler, so the silatnya also cannot be compared with the Ruler

Mantingan open the next sheet.

It cannot be a ruler man to be a real ruler

and no ruler can triumph over the Sovereign

for He has given man permission to be ruler, whether it be true ruler or false ruler

so this silat can be read because it is permitted by Him

not a drop of dew falls without His permission

It was the prelude to the book, and now Mantingan began to read the true contents of the Blood Wind Palm. It contained silat, but Mantingan could not understand what this book really meant. There was not a single move that the Mantingan had to make, because it was not written any movement in the Blood Wind Palm Book.

Starting Mantingan doubted the authenticity of this book, but after seeing it again then this book is really a true book. The action is not wavy and firm. The meaning is deep, as if the Mantingan can see many worlds in one character only. But no Mantingan found silat here.

But then Mantingan realized, that to learn the science of silat from this book is needed the presence of a teacher as an interpreter. So he closed the book to read later, and in hopes of finding the White Wind School as soon as possible.

The mantan heard Dara's voice again. “Evening is ready, you must eat.”