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The full moon shone its glorious light. Full moon circles (there is a circular line around it). Said the elders, the full moon of such circles is a sign that something very important will happen.

Sagara beach of the South Sea was sparkling white struck by moonlight. Clean, fine white sand lies wide. The sea seemed calm. Small waves that thinned only had time to lick the edge of the beach. The sound of seawater that usually Tempest was now only heard whispering softly. The sheer cliffs to the West were as if they were dams to prevent the ocean from flooding ashore.

The rock and limestone hills look like giants who stand firmly on guard. Silent silence, heard only the sigh of the seawater and the only visible bubbles of water above the small waves that go hand in hand to the beach. But all of that became part and parcel of that solemn silence. There are no clouds in the sky.

The truth is holy and great. There is no beautiful or bad. There is only reality. Beautiful or bad only comes after there is a judgment, and it is this judgment that brings opposition.

The smell of incense and incense coming from Karang Tirta Hamlet which is not far from the white sand beach of iru reminds that that night is Friday night Kliwon, a night that for the villagers is considered a scary sacred night because according to their belief on that night all lelembut, demon, Satan and all kinds of demons come out and wander, wandering on the surface of the Earth looking for victims!. All kinds of wewe gombel, brekasakan, kuntilanak, banaspati, tetakan and tuyul out to find prey. Therefore, people burn incense and incense to serve them so that after inhaling the fragrance they are satisfied and do not disturb the fragrant smoke.

In the range of sheer cliffs that are on the west side of the white sand beach there is a guha covering an area of about three square meters and an area of about two meters more. In the middle of the cave was seen a man sitting like a statue. He sat with his legs crossed on his thighs, his arms also crossed and his eyes closed. Sit up straight. Presumably this man is meditating. He was about sixty years old. Her hair has been double-colored in a bun and a simple bun made of bamboo. His tall, thin body was only protected by a black cloth that was entangled from neck to knee. Her legs are bare. A very simple grandfather.

From the state of his clothes and the way he sat meditating, it can be assumed that he was certainly a priest or a hermit. His thin face seemed to glow. His eyebrows, mustache and beard that covered his neck were also full of gray hair. His face still imagined his former good looks, and his mouth developed an understanding smile.

The grandfather was the Master of Dewamurti. He is known as the master of Keris heirloom maker. Also, he is famous as a powerful mandraguna and expert ascetic Brata diligent, and often he spends time to meditate closer to Sang Hyang Widhi to ask for guidance and guidance.

That night was the third night he meditated in guha on the edge of segara kidul. Empu Dewamurti is a famous empu in the Kahuripan kingdom ruled by Sri Maharaja Rakai Halu Sri Lokeswara Dharmawangsa Airlangga Anantawikrama Uttunggadewa or more easily remembered as King Erlangga.

Suddenly, Empu Dewamurti seemed intrigued from his samadhinya. His hearing caught the screams of female voices and the cries of men coming from the expanse of white sand. If only other sounds were bothering him, he certainly didn't want to ignore. But in the screams and cries he caught a frightened voice and hoped for help. Empu Dewamurti was a young man of Knight character, never refusing to lend a hand to anyone who needed his help. Then he became fully aware, and he immediately got up and came out of the cave. Under the light of the full moon he could see two shadows of people, each shouldering the body of a thrashing appeared on the white sand beach. Empu Dewamurti then jumped and ran quickly towards it. He ran very fast, even though the two bare feet seemed to be stepping arbitrarily. His speed was evident from the fluttering of the cloth that involved his body from the neck to the knees. For a moment he was dealing with those two. It turned out that they were a woman and a man. The man was about fifty years old, tall, stocky, black-skinned and his face was full of beard, his long black hair was left dangling on the back of his head, only tied with a red cloth.