Han Beng knelt down and gave a homage. "Master, forgive disciple, it's not that disciple was impudent and wanted to fight and argue with the master, but rather because of disciple's feelings of love and respect for stopping this unworthy master's actions. Disciple is sure that Master is a brave warrior, not someone who is low mind, cruel and inhumane."
"Never mind... never mind... you take the two heads and bury them..., that's it, don't talk anymore"
Han Beng saluted once again, "Thank you, master."
He then got up and entered the hut, briefly observing the two heads, one in a wine bottle and the other hanging and swinging in the middle of the room. Seeing how the two heads' mouths seemed to smile but their eyes were dull and far away, like the gaze of mourners, he shuddered. He quickly lowered Coa Kun Tian's head and took out Phang Hui Cu's. He then wrapped the two heads together in a white cloth and carried them outside.
He had already planned to bury the two heads under a pine tree on the peak of the Golden Phoenix Hill, so he now took them there. He dug a hole one and a half meters deep between two pomegranate trees under the shade of a tall pine tree. Then, carefully and respectfully, he placed the bundle of heads into the hole and whispered, "I hope you two can die in peace now, and please forgive for what my teacher has done."
At that time, Liu Bhok Ki cried when he peeked out from behind a large rock and saw his disciple burying the two heads. He felt lost and felt how he now had nothing left. Now he realized how the two heads were his only possessions, even those two heads were what made him still brave enough to face life, to feel the joys and sorrows of this life through those two heads.
From those two heads, he could taste the satisfaction and sweetness of revenge, the sorrow of a broken love, the jealousy that gnawed at his heart, and then the sweetness of revenge against them. And now, the two heads that had seemed to cry for their lives day and night had been taken from him and buried. And he felt as if he had just now witnessed the death of his beloved wife, as if he were seeing her body buried and that he would lose her forever!
So he couldn't hold it in any longer, and he wept until tears streamed down his cheeks. He held back his tears so that his disciples wouldn't hear him, and he quickly left, sobbing in his hut.
After burying the two heads, covering them with earth and placing a large stone in front of the graves, Han Beng returned to the hut to pack. He saw his master sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hut with his eyes closed.
Seeing this, he didn't dare disturb him and went into his room, gathered his clothes, and wrapped them into a bundle. He tied the bundle behind his back and then left. The master was still sitting cross-legged as before, his eyes closed. Han Beng still didn't dare disturb him and knelt down in front of the master, waiting for the old man to awaken from his samadhi.
For more than three hours, Han Beng knelt before his master, patiently waiting for his master to awaken from his meditation. He didn't feel the slightest bit anxious or impatient. Even if his master hadn't regained consciousness for a day and a night, he would still wait, because he had to say goodbye to his master before leaving.
His master had been dear to him and had become a substitute for his parents. The Mighty Eagle Lin Bhok Ki was, to Han Beng, his teacher, his parent, and his best friend. In this world, his parents were the only people close to him. Therefore, how could he leave his master without saying goodbye?
Finally, he heard his master say, "Han Beng."
Han Beng quickly lifted his head and looked at his master, who had opened his eyes and was smiling at him. Han Beng studied his master's face, and he felt his heart clench with emotion. That face reflected deep sorrow, and he even looked much older than yesterday!
It was as if a cloud of intense sorrow had shrouded it, yet that mouth was smiling at him! He sensed a conflict within his teacher, and he reasoned that it must have stemmed from his request for the two heads and the one he had buried. Secretly, he felt guilty towards his teacher.
"Han Beng, do you know how much you have asked for i passed it but as if it took away my enthusiasm for life? I felt how my life had become empty and meaningless, as if those two heads had gone with all my spirit."
Han Beng was even more moved and he saluted on his knees. "Master, forgive disciple because that was not actually disciple's intention, but to help master be free from inner suffering."
The teacher smiled, a very touching smile because it was a very bitter smile. "It's okay, Han Beng. It's my fault. You see, without realizing it, I've become emotionally attached to two heads, as if they were substitutes for my beloved wife. And now that we're separated, I feel a great loss. But let it be, perhaps you're right. After experiencing such intense bitterness, perhaps time will gradually become a miraculous healer. My only advice to you, Han Beng, is that since you're still young, be careful, especially with women."
"Don't give up your love easily, and if you can't resist and fall in love, don't attach yourself to her. If she ever leaves you, if she cheats with another man, your heart won't be shattered! If your heart isn't tied to a woman when she cheats with another man, you'll accept it with full awareness and sincerity, realizing that love between a man and a woman can't be one-sided. If she falls in love with another man, her love for you has faded, and you can't force her to continue loving you. and don't look at other men."
Seventeen-year-old Han Beng could already grasp what his master meant, and he understood that his teacher was experiencing great inner turmoil, so his words were skewed toward venting grief and self-consolation. However, he could sense the truth. Indeed, bonds bring inner suffering, because nothing in this world is eternal. Every meeting inevitably ends, and if hearts are tied, separation will bring misery and sorrow.
Han Beng then said goodbye to his teacher that feeling moved by the thought of parting from his beloved disciple. He had just lost two heads that had replaced his wife, and now he was separated from his beloved disciple again. However, he saw the reality of separation as inevitable.
"Go, Han Beng. Do you still remember where to find your new teacher? Holy Hand Beggar King. Don't forget, look for him in the Hokkien Province." At there, he became the king of the beggar, and anyone would recognize him and be able to show you where to meet him. Give him my regards!"
Han Beng then set off, carrying his bundle of clothes on his back and walking firmly and lightly down Golden Phoenix Hill. When he arrived at the forested slope, suddenly a person wearing a mask, dressed all in black, appeared without saying much, this person immediately attacked him blindly.
Seeing the person's movements, Han Beng was shocked because besides his movements being light and agile, his blows also brought a very powerful wind! He quickly dodged. After several times dodging and blocking, he realized that the person did indeed have a very strong internal chi. He jumped far back.
"Hey, stop, buddy! Why are you attacking me? And what did I do wrong to you?"