The Fragrant Wood Swordsman
Pkh 01 Part 1

KIAM - KOK-SAN (Swed Mountain) is one of the peaks of the Kun Lun San Mountains that no human has ever visited like the other peaks of Kun Lun-san. Not because the scenery in Kiam-kok-san is less beautiful. Not at all. Even the natural sightseeing that looks from the top of this mountain is very beautiful.

The hardened and shiny limestone soared like a tower of bei through the clouds, not seeing the end as if it was connected to the sky. It is only fitting that someone said that the cloudy stone peak was the residence of the mountain guard gods.

The white clouds that run like cotton sheep, which never stop being pierced by the sky wind, become tame after meeting Kiam-kok-san, who never stops, gathered around the top like a warm blanket of lamb fur. From this peak looking down appeared a white cloud floating under the feet, infiltrating the valley of a very steep hill.

Beautiful, difficult to describe with words the beauty of natural sightseeing that can be enjoyed from the top of Kiam Kok-san. How the garden of heaven lies beneath the foothills of the mountain, gloomyly covered in curtains of cucumbers, creating a miraculous and secret nature.

Not because it is less beautiful, but it is the difficulty that makes the place never visited by humans. As the name implies, this peak consists of valleys full of mountain rocks which are sharp and sharp tapered corals like swords. There are no specific paths to climb the summit, nor are there footpaths of former human feet. All wild, dense and deadly dangers lurk at all times for the brave humans to come to that place.

The steep ravines, the thickets of hiding places of wild animals, the green grass that masks the estuaries in the mud and vipers, and the danger of getting lost in the way. Let alone ordinary people, even those who already have the knowledge of intelligence such as hermits and warriors will still think carefully first to climb dangerous peaks such as Kiam-kok-san.

The morning was very bright. Halimun is not as thick as usual and hence morning sunlight can break through between the cracks of tree leaves and sword stones, then repel the cucumber and illuminate the peak land full of moss and green grass. Countless beautiful peak Kiam-kok-san who bathed in the golden light of the sun that morning, silent and silent, safe serene.

That is how it seems that heaven is often mentioned by the priests who are promised as a gift of shelter for humans who in their lives distance themselves from all obedience and evil.

When the sunlight reached the foot of the shiny black stone whose tip was covered in clouds of sky, there appeared an old geezer sitting cross-legged on a fine stone. This grandfather was very old, evident from the skin of his face that was filled with wrinkles, his flesh that was already thin to the bones protruding behind the skin, her white hair all extended to her back and partially covered both shoulders. What if estimated, the age of this grandfather is certainly not less than a hundred years.

His simple clothes were only a white cloth that had turned slightly yellow wrapped around his body, his legs bare like his head. He sat cross-legged under the tall sword stone with a pair of legs and both arms crossed, sitting motionless with both eyes closed.

On the ground, in front of the legs crossed with the shape of a lotus (both feet stretched out on top of the thigh), there is a naked sword that gives off a greenish glow after being hit by sunlight. A sword that is beautiful in shape, but very strange because it is different from the swords generally made of selected steel, the sword located in front of the grandfather is a wooden sword!

Slowly, little by little, the sunlight seemed to bathe the old face of the wrinkle. Under the golden rays of the sun, the face looked very beautiful and there was no doubt that this grandfather was a very handsome man. The shape and look of his face still clearly imagine the good looks of a man.

The comfortable warmth of the sun's rays made him aware of the semedhi. He opened his eyes and one would be surprised to see the light of his eyes. His person was obviously very old, but his pair of eyes were as clear as the eyes of a child who was still clean inwardly! For a magician, this alone is proof that this grandfather has reached a very high level of knowledge, because only people who have a very strong sinkang (hawa sakti) can have a pair of eyes like that.

With eyes full of admiration the grandfather looked forward, then to the left right, with his eyes as if he was eating and enjoying all the beauty created by the golden rays of the sun. Then he shook his head and his lips twitched, letting out a soft word.

"O Lord, the Most Merciful! How great is Your love for a sinful man like me? Am I entitled to enjoy all this? Ahhhhh, no way! Thian (God) simply bestows rewards on the person who has contributed in his life. My teacher used to say in his message that I should do good to man and the world. What is my service as long as I live? There ain't! Only disaster is the result of all my actions! And all that because I am good at silat, because... because of this Siang-bhok-kiam (smelling Wood Sword)! Ahhhh, my Lord! I will not shy away from reality. I am ready and willing to accept his punishment. There's no way I'm freeing myself from the shackles of karma. I have no right to enjoy Your grace and love, O Lord....!"

Grandfather's last words were mixed with sobs and he then closed his eyes again as if he did not allow his eyes to look at all the beauty that lay wide in front of him. Things became quiet again. Completely silent?

Nah! There was the chirping of the morning bird, the ripples of water behind the sword stone, and the howl of the wind gushed through toying with the leaves of the tree. This choir seemed to mock the grandfather, as if laughing at the stupidity and blindness of men.

The Lord of Mercy does not discriminate. Whoever he is willing, will surely receive His outpouring of love, like the light of the morning sun who does not choose whom he will shine. The love of God is evenly distributed, without distinction, not tainted with human sin, the magnitude of the love bestowed depends on the sense of acceptance of the man himself!