The aromatic vapors billowing from the large iron pot on the Martial Arts Training Square stirred the cravings of a horde of Evil Cultivators riding on the back of a black centipede Demon, such as the Bone Tumor Deer Demon, who drooled carelessly.
Amidst the noisy clamoring, they urged the black centipede Demon to descend into the once-renowned Zen's Iron Buddha Temple.
As a vile, sweetly rotten stench spewed out, the centipede Demon suddenly disappeared, replaced by a debauched old man with a scruffy beard, disheveled hair, and loose, sagging skin. He was dressed merely in a cloak-like garment that barely covered a large patch of his chest, abdomen, and lower body, including a lump.
The rest of him was equally blotched and filthy, as if he had not bathed in a decade or two.
