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Xilai Temple, shrouded in dark clouds, was overwhelmed by a torrential downpour.
Yibai twisted his Jiao body, appearing and disappearing among the clouds. He glared at the monks below in Xilai Temple,
"You bald thieves, I've already said that I did not intend to intrude into Xilai Temple. I was merely escorting a relic of an old friend from the Buddhist Sect. Yet you insult me without discerning right from wrong!"
"Since you claim as such, today I want to see just how capable you bald thieves actually are!"
Yibai spoke human language, his voice like a tolling bell.
He continued to let out bellows resembling those of a bull.
Many pilgrims within the temple were frightened; some knelt on the ground, proclaiming a True Dragon, while others recognized it as a Jiao, their expressions filled with horror, each reacting differently.
"A demon is a demon, wrong is wrong; there's no room for your cunning arguments!"
The monk scolded angrily.