Guangzhi Yaoguai Chiefs
Description
In his youth, 
Guangzhi was not a monk but a little wolf guai who yearned to be human.
He often took human shape to play in town, but the people always saw through him and chased him away. When he asked the other yaoguais why, they explained, “You may look like them, but you don’t act like them. That’s why they know. If you want to learn to be human, go live among them. Spend time with them to learn their ways and manners.” He took this advice to heart and begged his master to grant this wish. His master, old 
Lingxuzi, who was close to the 
Black Bear Guai in the mountain, agreed. The Black Bear Guai transformed the pup into a little monk and sent him to study under 
Elder Jinchi, an old friend.
At first, the fellow monks disliked him. They played tricks on him, and he always fell for it, slow and gullible as he was. Jinchi named him Guangzhi, “the Great Wisdom”, hoping he would grow clever and sharp, so his fellow monks couldn’t bully him. With Jinchi’s care and teaching, Guangzhi learned to read, write, and abide by the monastic rules. Gradually, he assimilated into their ranks.
One day, two monks arrived at the temple. One had a fair, devout countenance, while the other had a face covered in fur. They possessed a wondrous treasure: the Kasaya of Eversparks. Jinchi had never seen anything like it before and longed for it desperately. Hoping to repay Jinchi’s teachings and nurturing, Guangzhi devised a plan to acquire it for him.
Guangzhi never imagined his mistake would ignite red tides of flames that engulfed the temple he called home. Afterward, Jinchi took his own life, and Lingxuzi fell to the 
Jingubang. Even the Black Bear Guai surrendered and was taken by Guanyin. Guangzhi saw how many had suffered for his sake, and knew he had failed utterly at being human. He shed his monk robes and retreated to the mountains, repenting with Jinchi’s teachings.
In his years of practice in the mountains, he forged a new weapon inspired by the raging flames he saw that night. He named it “the 
Red Tides”. Even to this day, after numerous years, he continues to hear a persistent call echoing through the mountains: “Guangzhi, Guangzhi!” Who could it be that keeps calling him?
Poetry
To prove his worth, he gave sinister advice,
Yet reaped the bitter fruits of his own vice.
Though justice remains silent, it never sleeps,
And when it strikes, no one escapes its reach.
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