Saint of Mt. Koya
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"Here the old man's story came to an end and he favored me with one of his ominous and disturbing smiles. 'Now that you have heard my story,' he said, 'perhaps you feel sorry for the girl and think you would like to help her chop wood and haul water. Oh, you may say you feel sorry for her and have compassion, but call it what you will, the fact is your attraction to her is motivated by lust and nothing more. I know that you are determined to go back to the mountain, but I warn you not to do that. She may be the wife of an idiot and she may not covet worldly things, but she makes up for this by taking whatever man catches her fancy, and when she has used him and tires of him, she casts her spell and transforms him into a beast. That very mountain stream, formed as a result of the flood, was heaven's gift to her, and the magical power of its water enables her to seduce men. Indeed, before you came, there have been none who escaped with their lives. You are the first.

" 'As you know, it is terribly difficult and physically demanding to practice sorcery, and there are times when her hair becomes disheveled, her face grows pale, her features are sunken and gaunt, but she has only to bathe in that stream to regain her former beauty, and then even the fish will come when she beckons and the fruit from the trees will fall into her lap if she only winks at it. When she flutters her sleeve, the rain begins to fall, and when the frown leaves her face, the wind begins to rise.


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