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Bull Sergeant Lesser Yaoguais

Location

Surrounding the Ashen Pass I shrine in the Woods of Ember area.

Description

Through the ages, those seeking rain from the "Plantain Fan" iconPlantain Fan often presented gifts and tributes. As the chief guard in "Rakshasi" iconRakshasi’s court, the "Bull Sergeant" iconBull Sergeant was in charge of collecting these offerings.

The quality of the tributes greatly affected the well-being of the mountains’ yaoguais throughout the year. Thus, the Bull Sergeant always schemed to influence the tributes towards his own preferences. One day, leaning on the doorframe and sighing deeply, he noticed the smoke from his nose resembled his beloved chicken and devised a plan.

He told all the tribute bearers that the shape of the smoke rising from Flaming Mountains at dusk indicated what the Plantain Fan desired as offerings. Believing this to be a divine sign, the people, despite their hardships, started contributing exactly as the smoke suggested. The Bull Sergeant received many of his desired items and reveled in a contented life. However, over time, this led to growing discontent among the villagers toward Rakshasi and her rains.

One day, Lady Rakshasi had to leave for a lecture by Lord Lao in the Celestial Court and was unable to bring rain for the people. In panic, the Bull Sergeant confessed his wrongdoings and begged for her forgiveness. It turned out she never required any tributes; she naturally provided rain for the villagers through the seasons for planting and growing. The whole tribute scheme was a fabrication.

Lady Rakshasi didn’t punish the Bull Sergeant but ordered him to return the goods and tell the truth to the villagers. But they refused to take back their offerings; instead, they urged the Sergeant to convince the Plantain Fan for more rain. Caught between the villagers and the Lady, the Sergeant ended up berated by both sides: the bull scorned by all.

Poetry

Neath fiery peaks in robes so fine,
Guarding jade doors with gold’s radiant shine.
Tangled in those worldly gains,
All splendor fades, like dust, it wanes.

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