Dark-faced Overlord Lesser Yaoguais
Description
The grand hall was filled with pious devotees attending the ceremony. This was the fourth ceremony organized by 
Yellowbrow for his mortal believers.
A devotee had attended three times, witnessing numerous miracles on each occasion. However, it was the first time for his acquaintance from their hometown to attend such a ceremony, and the acquaintance harbored deep suspicions.
Before long, two blind monks carried in a statue of a Wrathful Vajra. The devotee introduced it to his acquintance, saying, “This Vajra can can discern a person’s goodness or evil.”
As he finished speaking, two men approached the statue, accusing each other over some grievances. In no time, they were reduced to ashes by the Vajra.
The acquintance was shocked by the abruptness of it all. Just then, he heard heavy footsteps outside the hall. Looking out through the window, he saw a giant with blue skin, draped in a golden spiked robe, walking slowly towards them.
The devotee introduced again, “This guardian can judge a person’s sincerity.” After saying this, the monks led the crowd to present their offerings to the guardian one by one. He reminded, “Make sure to give away all your money.”
The acquintance, deeply distrustful of the devotee’s words, said, “You’ve been deceived by them. These monks are all frauds.”
The devotee retorted angrily, “How can you speak so recklessly? Why would I deceive you, being from the same hometown?”
“Who knows if you’re in cahoots with them?”
Their argument grew louder and louder. The Vajra, seeing their quarrel, raised its steel fork and charged at them.
The acquintance quickly fled, but the devotee shouted, “Don’t be afraid, I will prove my sincerity!” The Vajra showed no hesistance.
Just when the acquintance thought his fellow townsman was doomed, the blue-skinned giant raised his hand to block the Vajra, saving the devotee’s life.
From then on, the acquiantance became a regular at the ceremonies, always making sure to give away all his money before leaving, just like his fellow townsman.
Poetry
Majestic stands the mountain’s frame,
Its golden peak, a enightening flame.
Winds and clouds by will are swayed,
Heart remains clear, night and day.
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