"Shuten-doji."
Behind him, a strange creature with a tall stature, red face and a long nose, wearing a monk's robe and high wooden clogs, holding a feather fan and a treasure club, was staring intently at Uncle Li Dong.
"Great Tengu."
Uncle Li Dong chuckled, "They are all Master Roshi's shikigami. It seems Master Roshi has made a decision. Disciple, you've dealt with these Onmyoji before, haven't you?"
"Yes," Qing Chen nodded.
"Let me teach you a useful tip. Among the Onmyoji's shikigami, there are many named after our divine beasts, such as the Night Owl and the Candle Nine Yin. But of course, they copied those names from us. Naturally, they can call their shikigami whatever they want; that's beyond our control. But I'll teach you a way to differentiate them: ours are gods, theirs are ghosts."
Qing Chen laughed, "That differentiation method is quite simple."
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In an instant, Uncle Li Dong beside Qing Chen vanished.
