Our group of foreign resident “Henro” pilgrims assembled on
Such wonderful joy!
Offering up birdseed toThe yamagara
We reached the top of the plateau and
headed for Shiramineji. As we walked,
the trees would sometimes open up and we could see the Sanuki Plains, dotted
with hills painted a deep autumn red. We
bowed our heads at the main hall when we arrived at Shiramineji. To the side of the hall was a yellow maple
tree burning with vivid brightness, and it was as if we could feel the presence
of the Buddha himself.
The late autumn leaves
Of Shining Brilliantly
We trod for many kilometers on the
undulating path leading from Shiramineji to Negoroji. Our legs began to tire, but we finally
reached the last temple of our trek. The
assistant head priest of Negoroji was kind enough to greet us and talk to us
about the origin of the temple’s name, its history, and its legends. Among his stories, the most interesting by
far was that of the “Cow Demon.” This
was a monster of lore who was said to have terrorized the local citizens. However, an intrepid archer came, and after
praying at the temple for 21 days, he set out and defeated the great Cow
Demon. The Cow Demon’s horns are said to
be kept at the temple to this day, and there is a frightening statue of the
beast near the main gate, with his claws perpetually pointed out in animosity.
Gazing away at
Early winter maple leaves –Cow Demon’s Statue
Our band of pilgrims left Negoroji, and
strung out along the mountain road, we slowly made our way to Kinashi Station,
our ending point. After 18 kilometers of
pilgrimage, our hearts were very content.
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