Chapter.3. Tibetan Monk
Master Zhang Wei
Age 60
5 feet 8 inches
White hair, round face, blunt features, sweet smile
Somewhere in Tibetan Himalayas
A fourteen year old boy was running towards a Stupa located in the heart of a mountain.
"Master Zhang." The boy called an Old man deep in meditation. He was the master of an ancient style of karate and had passed his life teaching young boys to protect themselves from the cruelties of the world.
The master listened to the boy calling him
"Master Zhang there is a message for you from the Kingdom of Kazan. It's from the King. They say it's urgent. The king is dying Master".
At that instant the old man opened his eyes and took the letter from the young boy. After going through its contents he said
"My friend's son, King Almish, needs me. Wang, prepare three horses we are leaving for Kazan in two hours."
"Master Am I coming with you"
"Yes my dear boy now hurry each moment is precious."