During the Qing dynasty there was a very famous master of martial arts and medical sinshe. Wong Fei Hung is known locally as Wong's healer. His ability to treat people equally and as famous as his skills in playing kung fu. And maybe it was from this martial art that he got his body reading skills. Feeling the energy of human life through his pulse. Only by holding the hand can healer Wong know the pain he is suffering from. The longer the more people queue for their services. Moreover, Physician/Teacher Wong released his patient to pay voluntarily. So the patients are complete from those who don't have at all to those who are enough.
Every now and then Teacher Wong walks around his village where there are sometimes riots and crimes. And that's where Teacher Wong got his fame in the martial world. His name is feared as the protector of his village. Foshan village of Guandhong province.
One day there was a warrior, the son of a nobleman, who heard Master Wong's shrewdness in licking. Not sure about the news circulating. Most healers who pretend to be powerful so that they can quickly become famous and practice the clinic. That's why on the sunny afternoon accompanied by his thugs he visited (Pho Ci Lam) where Wong's teacher taught Kungfu.
When he got there arrogantly he opened the gate and entered without etiquette into the four exercises. The students who were practising there confronted them with sticks. But the thugs pushed and attacked them immediately. So that there was chaos at the training ground.
A student immediately ran inside to call Teacher Wong who was examining patients in the backyard. After completing the examination and writing the recipe Teacher Wong immediately ran forward. In front of boisterous and messy. The 12 begundal-begundal arbitrarily invited the students who were practising there to fight.
Teacher Wong approached them and came to his leader who was wearing half-open clothes. His arms are tattooed with images of eagles and dragons. Politely Teacher Wong greeted him.
Teacher Wong: Sorry sir, introduce me to Wong Fei Hung who manages this place (while giving a respectful greeting with his hands clenched into his chest)
Noble Son : Oh so this is what he said was the tough swordsman, not convincing at all.... hahahaha don't be just a fake shaman hahahaha (his eyes glared at Teacher Wong from top to bottom laughing mockingly)
Teacher Wong : So what do you mean by the arrival of Mr. visiting to practice or seek treatment? (Still politely asking)
Son of a Noble : Practising with kroco-kroco here, where is it appropriate?? And I have a powerful palace healer in the palace near my house (the Noble Son arrogantly answered)
Teacher Wong : Owya thank goodness then, so what do you mean by your arrival?
Noble Son : I want to test the news it's true no, but you don't seem to deserve to fight me. (his smile mocks arrogantly)
Students : Give him a lesson from the Teacher! (While holding back his anger)
Teacher Wong : It's okay if you really want to practice one or two moves but can you know your name?
Noble Son : Ok, don't call me Long Zhao if I can't beat you in three moves (his bully arrogantly)
Teacher Wong : Alright, let's get started (Teacher Wong installs light horses in a position like standing normally)
Noble Son : HHahahhaha.... just put the kud-kuda can't do anything against me (while putting the horses low and clenched his hands until it rang dean kemudain opened to form claws)
Teacher Wong : Alright Mr. Long Zhao can we start now?....
Long Zhao : Feel my dragon claws (with his hand. Ermove poking towards Teacher Wong's head and chest)
Teacher Wong just shifted to the right and left without even fending off
Long Zhao began to be curious.
Long Zhao : First Move, Dragon's Claw tore the earth apart.... (the movement turned into like digging the ground)
There was a roaring sound of the wind roaring due to the heavy and rough movement. While Master Wong only moved sideways still without coming into contact with Long Zhao.
Long Zhao was more and more curious that his breath began to hunt,
Long Zhao : The second move...... (his hand moves tearing to the right and left, right towards Master Wong's head)
Teacher Wong seems to have been able to read Long Zhao's movements, and if he wants Master Wong can attack in one or two steps, but even then he doesn't.
Long Zhao who was getting angry and began to run out of his mind shouted furiously.
Long Zhao : The third move...... The Claws Of The Wind Dragon Torn The Sky. (His hands moved around as if they wanted to crush Teacher Wong)
This time Teacher Wong took action. After eight times the Dragon Claw did not hit the target Master Wong pressed Long Zhao's shoulder with his shoulder and then pressed Long Zhao's elbow with one jerk. Long Zhao was thrown three tobaks forward and fell heavily with his screams of pain. Teacher Wong's students clapped their hands, while the 12 thugs looked at each other and smiled wryly.
Suddenly Long Zhao growled loudly and jumped splitting towards Master Wong. In his hand there was a blood-red machete that smelled of blood carnation. In his despair, Long Zhao no longer hesitated to attack with the intention of killing. A standby student throws a stick at Teacher Wong. With a movement like in a slow motion Master Wong jumped to the side while taking the stick and taking two hits, one to the red machete and another to Long Zhao's nape.
Two voices were almost heard at the same time when the machete floated rustling flying on a large wooden pole right next to the thug with the largest body. While the other voice was dusty when Long Zhao's body fell completely to the hard ground. The thugs were also bowed lethargic and embarrassed and confused about what to do when their leader fell helpless in just three moves with enough shame.
Teacher Wong said to his students,
Teacher Wong : Take it to the back garden, wash his face and feet, prepare tea for him and his entourage.
The biggest fierce-faced Begundal immediately kowtowed.
Begundal #1 : Apologise to us Teacher Wong, let us be your students.
Begundal 2 to 12 also followed the words of the first thug and prostrated himself.
Teacher Wong just nodded and asked his students to prepare a banquet for them.
Almost 30 minutes later Long Zhao came to his senses lying down. While his hands were wrapped in bandages. It turned out that Master Awong's stick punch had released his wrist. Long Zhao whimpered in pain.
Teacher Wong came and smiled.
Teacher Wong : It's good to rest, sorry to hurt you but I'll try to fix it soon.
Long Zhao reluctantly could only surrender when his wrist was held by Master Wong.
Long Zhao : Aaaaaaarggghhhhhh..... (his loud scream was greeted by the giggling sound of the students- urid Teacher Wong who was standing beside
Slowly but surely the pain in his wrist disappeared. Long Zhao was amazed and stunned to see Master Wong's shrewdness both in kung fu and in healing. With all his might Long Zhao tried to sit up straight and salute Master Wong.
Long Zhao : I'm sorry Teacher Wong, let me be your student. And as proof of devotion, I handed over the red machete from my ancestors to Poo Chi Lam. Hopefully the machete will no longer eat the victims residing here. (While bowing in shame)
Teacher Wong: Well Long Zhao we will help save and purify it, the blood in it must be purified so that it does not bring evil air again.
The next day Poo Chi Lam held the red machete purification ritual ceremony and stored it in a Wong Fei Hung family collectable place. And since then the red machete has never taken its toll again.
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