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As agreed, around nine in the morning, the villagers, especially the men, began filling the meeting place in the village hall. The discussion had been going on for almost an hour, but the villagers had not yet found a suitable solution to fight and defeat the incarnation of the black magic practitioner.
While the villagers were busy sharing solutions and opinions, a young man was seen walking along the weed-covered path. As he approached the village hall, a villager called out to him suspiciously, as he was unfamiliar and had never seen him before. "Hey, young man. Who are you?"
Walking with his back hunched in a sign of respect, the young man smiled amiably. All the villagers' eyes were fixed on the unknown young man.
"Excuse me, my name is Maleek. I'm from the village across the road. I'm on a long journey on the orders of my teacher."
"Teacher?" the village leader asked curtly.
"What is your teacher's name?" asked another villager.
"Hazrat. My teacher's name is Hazrat," Maleek replied respectfully.
Upon hearing and learning that Guru Maleek's name was Hazrat, all the villagers fell silent. Some couldn't believe Maleek's answer, while others whispered to each other.
"Hazrat, the Eternal," said the village head.
Maleek only smiled faintly, remaining calm. And as everyone gathered, suddenly, from a distance from a villager's house, one of the villagers ran, shouting, "Mr. Husen's body has been found."
Suddenly, everyone gathered in the village hall ran toward the location indicated by the shouting villager. Mr. Husen's body, which had been missing for a week, had been found in a bamboo thicket by a villager looking for wood. But even more horrifying, Mr. Husen's body was found without a head and heart.
"This is too much. The villagers will be even more afraid to leave their homes during the day," said one villager.
"But we can't do anything. We are weak villagers. If Mr. Ali were still around, perhaps we wouldn't be experiencing this much trouble and panic," said one of Mr. Husen's family members.
Amidst the tense atmosphere filled with fear and worry, Maleek, who had been observing, suddenly spoke up, "Excuse me, but may I help you?"
"Who are you? What can a new kid do? Even Mr. Ali, the powerful one, is no match for that cursed creature," said a villager.
Hearing this, Maleek continued to smile, his eyes devoid of disappointment or hatred. At that moment, the village head, who already knew his teacher, Hazrat, only smiled sarcastically, convinced that the young man named Maleek was no ordinary person. Finally, the headman spoke up and allowed Maleek to help.
After everyone agreed, that night, all the villagers who had been instructed to recite the mantra in the village hall focused on reciting it. Meanwhile, some people prepared gasoline mixed with white paper inscribed with the mantra written by Maleek.
"Leave the rest to me. I remind you not to interfere. Fighting while protecting is quite troublesome for me," said Maleek.
Finally, after a while, Maleek meditated while reciting the mantra in a low voice. A strong wind suddenly arose, accompanied by a resounding roar. From the darkness emerged the figure of a humanoid creature, practicing black magic and laughing.
The creature was indeed repulsive. It had the body of a human, but the face of a tiger and a single horn like a rhinoceros. Maleek's first battle finally began. The other villagers could only watch, concentrating on chanting mantras.
Maleek fought fiercely, his defense and offense excellent, yet he remained calm. He remembered his Guru's words that calmness would always help in all matters and support a sound mind.
The terrifying creature fought Maleek, occasionally taking flight. Finally, after a long fight, the creature was defeated, knocked unconscious by Maleek's deadly blow. Immediately, the villagers, ordered to burn the creature immediately, poured gasoline mixed with mantra inscriptions over its body and set it alight.
Thanks to the cooperation of the villagers and Maleek, the creature that had terrorized the villagers for months was finally destroyed. Its ashes were placed in a red clay urn and then thrown into the river, as per Maleek's orders.
The villagers, who had lived in fear and terror for so long, were now returning to normal life. Safe, comfortable, and peaceful.
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