পঞ্চান্ন অধ্যায়:妖族出现（上）
যuddher khetre, upasthit samasto sadhakder modhye ekti byaktio Qin Faner moto eto abhigyota sampanna chilen na. Ei matro ye urja srishti hoyeche, tar modhye abarnoniyo ek ugrata o hinsrot chilo, yader sadhana durbal, tara nishchoy-i ei urjar dwara akranto hoten.
“Eyer baishishto!” Niankong bhikshu eka loraite dakho na holeo, tar gyan o obhigyota chilo onek beshi, se ek najareri bujhe gelo ye eta kono asurer ba eyer urja.
Koyekjon jubo pratisthita sadhaker mukher bhab kishui bodle gelo. Bipokkho ekhono samne aseni, kintu tar ager thekei eto bhoyonkor eyer urja choriye poreche. Kebolmatr tar ei uposthiter probhabei sabai kshomota hariye phelchilen, tahole bhabun, Jodi she nijehote akshep korto, tabe tader ki dosha hoto!
Tara bhabechilen eta matro ekti chhoto tirtho ba durodanta joy kora choto asur, jar atma ba 'yuan shen' aharon kora jabe ba take nijer bahon banano jabe, kintu tara bhabte pareni je eto bhoyonkor kono asur jiber samne porte hobe. Sudhu matr urja dekhei eta nishchit kora jay je tar sthor 'asur raja'-r samokakshyer, upasthit sabai mile aakrat korleo tar sathe loraite parbe ki na sandeha ache. Abong Qin Faner sahajjo na thakle tara eyer suthano ba obosthan o khuje peto na. Eta kono bhabei eriye jawar noy.
“Babu, tomar hather kaj bhalo, eiderche onek beshi shaktishali.” Ekti hashyojjwal hasir sathe, ekti manuser akriti sabar samne ubhato holo: “Jokhon ami eider thanda kore debap, tokhon tomar sathe oboshshoi dhang pariksha korbo.” Mone holo se onekkhon dhorei eke lakhyo korchilo, na hole Qin Faner dhyan ba loraier dhong se dekhte peto na.
Je samne asechilo, se ekti birgather purush, khub lamba o bishal deho, mukhe bhoyonkor eyer ek ugra o duranto bhab, tar charidike choriye pora urja chilo ekebare oshyokor o bhoyonkor eyer urja. Tar asur porichoy janar jonno kono proshnoi thake na.
Kintu se ke, ta khuje ber kora eto sohoj chilo na. Ebong se purush nijer porichoy diteo kono ichchha prokash korlo na. Sabar dike takiye ekbar ghrinay nak sinjhe bollo: “Kichu abodh shishu, yader 'yuan shen' porjonto hoyni, tara abar anyer atma ba 'yuan shen' chorar ba onanyo astra tairi korar chesta korche, ki hasyokor byapar!”
Qin Faner eta shune chokh ujjal hoye uthlo, Yuan shen sthor? Eta ki dhoroner sthor? Oi purushker kach thekei ajante jekichu jana gelo, ta Qin Faner kachhe ekti durlabh khabar chilo.
“Tumi emon ekjon bhikshu, yar shorir 'ganggang' sthor porjonto pouhacheni, tumi abar ei byapare matha galate esecho? Ei sadhana niye tumi ki oi debi-debota ba bodhisattva der moto bahon bandhiye rakhar swapn dekhcho? Onek pichiye acho!” Oi purush abaro Niankong bhikshur dike tirech chokhe takiye tar sthorer katha tule dharlo, ebong bhikshur mukher bhabo o bodle gelo. Se swabhobot-i hate thaka patharer dandati aro drirh kore dhorlo, kintu kichui bolar shahos pelona.
“Ekhoni khabar peyechi je ekhane ek asur bhai kono mote tar chhoto tirtho par koreche, amra jani tomra thanda thakbe na, tai nijei dekhte esechi.” Purushjan sabar majhkane dariye ek ek kore sabar dike takalen. Jar upor tar drishti porlo, se-i bhoye kono dik apon kore drishti sorate laglo.
“Asolei sabai keu keu obodh shishu.” Purushjer drishti thithiye porlo matite pora kashishta prachin sadasyer upor. Kichu khon takiye se abar Qin Faner dike takalo: “Ami kroddh howar age, ebong tomra amake kroddh korar moto kichu korar age, ekhane theke chole jao, yotodur sombhob chole jao, na hole amar moto budhor kach theke kharap kichu asha koro na. Agei bole rakhlam, pore khed kore nijosho gurur kachhe ranna korbe na!”
Oi purushjer gorbo joto ta thaka uchit tar cheye onek beshi chilo, upasthit karo kachhei tar kono bhoy chilo na. Sudhu Qin Faner prati tar thik thak drishti chilo, kintu tobuo seta joler madhye thaka sei bhrata ba purushke bachate chawar karone, tar nijer kshomotar sathe kono samporko chilo na. Jathestho drirh bhabe Qin Faner samne dariye thakleo, tar kachhe o ekjon sadharon manuser beshi kichu chilo na.
Eta ek dhoroner khola ahban chilo, ebong shei rokom ahban yar pichone kono dwidha chilo na. Qin Faner kachhe mone holo eta ahbaner cheye barong nijer lorar jonno ekta karon khunjar chesta matro, ekta hatyar karon. Oi purushjer deho thekei nirdishto je ugratar shakti ber hochhe, tar sathe jukto thaka mridu hatyar urja kono din war-er obhigyota thaka Qin Faner chokh arakate parni.
“Jodi larar shahos na thake, tabe koyta mathay hat diye niju hoye jekhan theke esecho sekhane phire jao.” Purushjan dekhe keu asche na, se bujhe gelo tar ugra urja ei manuser vhitriye bhoy srishti koreche, tai se aro uttipto hoye uthlo.
Manuser man-somman thake, sadhakero kono ichchha-akankha thake na emon noy, kamane eto dur porjonto keu pouchayni. Shesh porjonto sword gate-er tin-birer modhye nari bhrati rishir moto ar sohyo korte pareni, ekta tivro shabde se troyer kachhe teler moto chole elo.
Keu akromon korar sathe sathe, charidiker sabai taddhane bhoy bhule giye tader tiri ba sword niye akromon korlo. Bhikshur kachhe kono emon astra chilo na, kintu hate thaka dandati ekti sundar bouth astra chilo, seta hat theke chhere diye oi purushke ghire feler chesta korlo.
Sabai janto je ei purush ek durlabh shatru, ebong tader sabai mile loraite parbe ki na ta nishchit noy, tai sabai pran-pon chesta kore tader saraswo astra samne ene dillo. Akashe hotath onek guli naya astra dekha gelo ya age Qin Faner chokhe porni.
“Muter bhalo, apeksha koro na?” Purushjan halka ekta katha bole jaiga moton dariye rahklo, kintu mukhe hansi chilo: “Besh bhalo korecho!”
Kachhe thaka ekti alo purushjan ek hate dhore phello, thik jeno akashe ora kono poka dhore feleche. Tiri ba sword tar asol rup dharon kore nijosho niyontrane thakeo khele cholchilo, kintu purushjan abar hansi diye, tar hate zor bariye dilo. Qin Faner chokher samne shei sword tar rup bodle gelo, ebong tar malik, sei tin-birer ekjon nari, mukhe tivro kosto niye tar mukh fadeye gelo.
Bidyut-chomkar moto samoy er modhye baki sword guli kachhe chole elo. Purushjan kono dik theke shorte parlo na, tar deho upor akromon korar subidha dilo. Dhing-dhing kore tiri ba sword deho theke akaser moto aojaj holeo, mone holo purushjan luhar bakshe dhaka.
“Tar chokhe akromon koro!” Bastrohotar modhye ke bollo ke jane, koyti sword dike poriborton kore purushjer mukher dike chole elo. Purushjan ager motoi dariye roilo, du paye kono cholon chilo na, sudhu ekti hat tuliye tar chokh dhaklo.
Goti drut chilo, kintu ei hata diye abar ekti sword dhore phello, bishal hat diye chap diye arekti sword dhong kore dilo. Ebar eta Feng Haoxiu-er sword chilo, sword bhanga poray Feng Haoxiur mukh khub bhalo dekhachilo na.
Ki odhut, mone holo joler bhrata ager thekei janto je ei purush eider hariye debe, tai loraier somoy se ekbaro golaral ba manoshik akromon koreni. Loraiye thaka pakhyera keu-i probhabita hoyni.
Sword chara sword gate-er tin-birer akromon kshamota onek kome gelo, onanyerao se bhabe samne asar shahos korlo na. Kintu onanyo jaiga, sword diye akromon korleo sudhu luhar moton aojaj e aschilo, kono bhabei bhanga yachhilo na, tader sabar mukh krodhe lal hoye gelo.
“Prabhur！” Er modhyei Niankong bhikshu bollo: “Amra to kono apnar apoman korini, tabe keno eto kothin kore torko korchen?”
“O？” Purushjer hat cholchilo, kintu mukhe bollo: “Toh ekhane oi asur bhai, ye chhoto tirtho par koreche, se apnader ki aparadh koreche? Apnara ki kkhono beche thakar ekta sujog dite chesta korechen?”
Sabai chumu kheyen gela, purushjan thik korechilo joler asurer pichone se thakbe. Buja jay, sobaike asur boleyo se akalmrityu chaichilo na, kono abasbyok karone noy. Eider keu-i bhabeni je tadero emon bhabe keu badho korbe.
Kichu khon por purushjan ei khela theke birokto hoye gelo: “Hum, akromon koreo sabai ek-i rokom, apnara ke bhabchen apnara ke, jader akbar ei akromon diyei sob jaygay jaite parben?”
“Hoom,” ekta bishal shabdo hothath uthlo, purushjan du hate dakle, kachhe thaka Niankong bhikshu jeno kiser ekti adrishyo roshi diye bandha hoye tar dike aste laglo.
Niankong bhoy peye, tar dandati diye ekti dragon baniye akromon korlo. Purushjan ek hate dandati dhore phello, ebong Niankong bhikshur kachhe pouchautei, tar bishal hat diye dandati-ke maida baniye taro charidike guriye bhikshur gaye bhente dilo, yate se ar narte na pare.
Tobe se to yatra sadhoker manab, astra-baher upor tar bisesh nirbhorota chilo na, dandati nishchihno holeo tar nijer kono khoti hoyni. Tobuo, purushjer hate pore tar bhalo kichu holo na. Ekti tivro artonad kore Niankong bhikshu chure phela holo, thik kemon jeno khepnastra, Zhao Bingchang-er dike seedha chole gelo.
Zhao Bingchang bhoye chittakar kore drut sare gelo, kintu bhikshur tato bhalo kopal chilo na, thuk kore dandati sahita matir bhitore dhuke gelo, matite ekta manuser akriti garto srishti holo.
Tar por, purushjer du hat barabar cholte laglo, gausher ba punch-er urja bastur moto charidike chole gelo. Bakira drut thakleo, astra nishchihno hawae ei bhoyonkor punch er theke bachte parlo na.
Punch-er akromone, shonge shonge tivro artonad ber holo, deho guli guli moto charidike chure fela holo. Ek muhurte sword gate-er tin-birer akriti Qin Faner drishti theke harie gelo. Ekhane sadasya be-hosh obosthay thakle, sudhu Qin Faner sathe Niankong bhikshur garto ti roye gelo.
Etai chilo Qin Faner asol prasangsik bidya, ba bhalo bolte gele eta kono bidya chilo na, eta kebolmatr shakti diye sob kichu jite newar shakti. Emon shaktir samne, je kono astra, je kono sword, ba je kono kausol kono kajer chilo na.
Purushjan thik jeno tar warm-up shesh kore Qin Faner dike hath tullo: “Bhai, tumi akmatr byakti ye asurer pokhe katha bolecho. Ami dekhechi ager bolar somoy tumi bhalo loraichila, aso, amra kichu dhang poriksha kori!”
(Cholat thakbe)