Yaksha Patroller Lesser Yaoguais

Location

Several can be found near the Frost-Clad Path shrine in the Snowhill Path area. To reach them, follow the steps below.

• When facing the shrine, go right to the top of a snowy hill
• Keep following the slopes up - you’ll eventually reach and climb some stairs that curve to the right
• Proceed left through a large gateway and up the narrow stairs directly left of it. You’ll find a fair few around this area, including one that provides the Mountain Patroller spirit.

Description

The yakshas who migrated from the west had a great fondness for meat. Fortunately, New Thunderclap Temple did not uphold a strict rule against eating meat, which delighted the yakshas who sought refuge there.

All the yakshas in the mountains aspired to become Patrollers, not only because of the uniquely designed large sword that looked particularly imposing and could fly back to its owner with great precision, but also because Patrollers guarded the outer mountains and always had access to fresh meat.

One day, the yakshas gathered together, drinking blood, eating meat, and reveling in their merriment. Their raucous behavior soon became known throughout the temple. The Overseeing Monks, who adhered to ascetic practices and only ate food not of flesh, were displeased. They carried a large pot to the yakshas. When the yakshas peered into the pot, they saw only radishes and greens, and their appetite waned.

One yaksha derided them, “Do you think eating this will help you gain a deeper understanding of Dharma? How shallow.” Another added, “Our master said that to achieve ultimate bliss, one should not restrain one’s desires.” Hearing this, the supervising monk replied, “My desire is to promote virtue. If I cannot persuade you, I too shall be unable to achieve ultimate bliss.” Thus, both sides argued heatedly, without reaching a conclusion.

Alas, eating what one likes and saying what one wants are not inherently wrong. However, one’s happiness should not disturb others, and one should never derive pleasure from judging those perceived to have transgressed. In this case, both sides were at fault.

Poetry

In the mountains high above, a fiend blocks the way,
With a hideous visage, and a crooked blade in sway.
As the wind howls wildly, souls seem to fade,
For life’s last salvation, be swift and do evade.