Buddha's Right Hand Yaoguai Chiefs
Location
Found near the Cliff of Oblivion shrine in the Webbed Hollow. Explore a nearby ravine to find the hand, and interact with it to begin the fight.
Description
In the olden days, a Daoist brought a pair of enormous arms into the Webbed Hollow. The lesser yaoguais had no idea where they came from, but judging by their form, they must have belonged to a great master. The 
Hundred-Eyed Daoist Master personally visited and placed two egg-like objects within the arms, instructing the yaoguais to guard them diligently.
At first, the arms exuded a thick, foul-smelling fluid. After some time, the fluid dried up, forming a thick blood membrane that encased the arms.
Years passed, and from a distance, one could see something writhing within the blood membrane, as if something was growing inside, eager to break free. Exactly ten years later, two insects emerged from the eggs. Their bodies resembled bees, their tails like hands, and their venomous spit could kill any bird or beast and wither any plant it touched.
The Hundred-Eyed Daoist Master rejoiced at the news and organized a grand feast to celebrate. Amidst the banquet, he turned to the 
Violet Spider and shared a tale. “You may not be aware, but I once attempted a similar endeavor on Purple Cloud Mountain. Alas, the celestial eggs failed to hatch as intended, and I faced severe reprimand from our master. However, this time, I have come to realize that the celestial eggs bestowed upon us were not meant for lofty destinies to ascend. Creating yaoguais, on the other hand, is an ideal outcome.”
One of the insects had a left hand for a tail, and the other had a right hand. They loved to hang upside down from the cave ceiling, dangling their tails to lure prey. When the prey approached, they would clap their hands together, crushing the prey into a pulp before lowering their heads to swallow it whole.
Later, the left-handed insect went into the mountains to practice, while the right-handed one, unable to clap anymore, preferred to guard narrow paths. There, it could take full advantage of the terrain to capture and devour any intruders.
Poetry
The hand that plucked lotus from waters pristine,
Of the same species, yet not from the same egg, it seems.
Who can discern right from left, in life’s uncertain scheme?
In this tangled web, truth and illusion gleam.
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