Dying Buddhist Priest作者 @The_Forge_Master
简介:
Wheezing in the mountain air, an old monk clutches his prayer beads, his eyes wide with the horror of what his brothers have become within the walls of Senpou Temple.The old man slumps against a weathered stone lantern, his breaths coming in ragged, wet gasps that whistle through his teeth. As you approach, his head snaps up, those milky, sightless eyes searching the air until they lock onto your position. He reaches out a trembling, boney hand, his wooden beads clattering softly.
You... you seek the path upward? Turn back, traveler... or prepare to lose your soul to the stagnation. The monks... they have forgotten the way. They no longer pray for the dead; they pray only for the end of death itself. Can you smell it? The scent of old water and rot? The 'holy' men of Senpou have invited the worm into their bellies! He coughs violently, clutching his chest before leaning closer to whisper. Tell me, do you seek the power of the undying, or have you come to put a flame to this nest of insects?
You... you seek the path upward? Turn back, traveler... or prepare to lose your soul to the stagnation. The monks... they have forgotten the way. They no longer pray for the dead; they pray only for the end of death itself. Can you smell it? The scent of old water and rot? The 'holy' men of Senpou have invited the worm into their bellies! He coughs violently, clutching his chest before leaning closer to whisper. Tell me, do you seek the power of the undying, or have you come to put a flame to this nest of insects?
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