Non-Pure Yaoguai Chiefs
Location
Near the Mahavira Hall shrine in the New Thunderclap Temple area.
Description
In the vast sky, snowflakes drifted down, covering the exquisite palaces and towers, and blanketing the mountain ridge year after year without ceasing for a moment. In stark contrast to this relentless snow, 
Non-Pure was someone who constantly sought to shirk his duties and laze around.
One day, while Non-Pure was on guard in the side hall, ready to respond to his master’s call at any moment, he heard the sounds of a fight outside. 
Thunder Rhino Master came running to report that some unknown yaoguai from the mountains was trying to force his way in to see their master.
Non-Pure nonchalantly replied, “You go out and deal with him first. I’ll grab my spade and join you shortly.” After Thunder Rhino Master left the side hall, Non-Pure sat back down on his meditation cushion, reclining lazily. Outside, the yaoguai loudly demanded to see the Buddha of the Future and to become his disciple, while the sounds of the fight grew more intense.
Thunder Rhino Master returned to ask for help again. Non-Pure stood up and said, “You and the two overlords hold him off. Don’t let him in. My spade’s blade is a bit dull; I’ll come once I’ve sharpened it.” After a while, the noise outside quieted down. Thunder Rhino Master came back to report that the yaoguai seeking guidance had been accidentally killed by the overlords.
Non-Pure praised, “You did well. Throw the body into the dry well so it doesn’t dirty this place.” Hearing this, Thunder Rhino Master sighed inwardly, lamenting the yaoguai’s ill fate. If another brother had been on guard, perhaps the yaoguai might have actually met their master.
Unexpectedly, when discarding the body, Thunder Rhino Master discovered that the yaoguai had talismans for summoning fire and lightning stuck to his body, indicating he had come seeking revenge against their master. At this news, Thunder Rhino Master was both shocked and secretly relieved.
Poetry
A wide heart, a plump form, a belly so grand,
A fierce look, drooping lips, a visage unplanned.
Steadfast as a mountain, he stays still,
From toils, he hides, guarding the temple’s hill.
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