He sat down. Legs crossed with a log on his back. A circle of fire burning across his figure. His hands seemingly never separating as if they were conjoined. You're presence is noticed.

He'd speak the words, Namu Amida Butsu..

His voice sent a chill down you're spine. The polite man gyomei himejima. The stone pillar had told you to come closer to have a friendly chat with you.