<h4>Chapter 6: Chapter 6 King Wen''s Drum Sounds Loud</h4>
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The rooster crowed, and the world turned bright.
Apanied by the crowing of roosters in the vige, a line appeared between night and day at the horizon. The Yin Qi sank as the Yang Qi rose, and gradually the vige was filled with the sounds of people.
"Why are you sozy, kid?"
"Hurry up and feed the pigs, we''ll have to go to the fieldster..."
Li Yan hadn''t slept all night, guarding the courtyard with a knife in hand, listening to the neighbor''s voice scolding their child in the distance, before he gently pushed open the wooden door.
Creak~
The old doortch emitted a teeth-on-edge sound.
Li Yan looked up as he stepped outside, his eyes filled with astonishment.
The que hanging above with "Hundred Battle Valor" had lost much of its paint. The corners were visibly decayed, and there was even a crack appearing on the right side.
Li Yan didn''t understand the principle behind this treasure''s ability to fend off evil, perhaps it had something to do with the court.
But he could see clearly that after one night, the que had suffered significant damage, probably unable tost another night.
And that "Blind Old Third" had merely been temporarily forced back.
What should he do?
Just as Li Yan was contemting a strategy, his grandfather, Li Gui, came out of the room leaning on his cane.
The old man held arge smoking pipe, about to take a few puffs, but upon seeing Li Yan standing outside disheveled and holding a knife, he cursed, "You kid, you practice your de so much you don''t even eat; can''t you wear your clothes properly?"
"Don''t stand there at the door so early in the morning; you''ll scare people. I''ll make you some food."
With that, he hobbled towards the kitchen on his two canes.
He was too old to have heardst night''smotion.
Li Yan opened his mouth to stop him, but with no mind to cook, he hurried back inside and put on his clothes.
Farm clothes were often not very particr, mostly made of ck coarse cloth, and now that it was getting warmer, they wore only a singleyer.
The pants were usuallyrge,cking any style, hanging straight down, making movement inconvenient if not tied with leggings.
After dressing, he went out the door, hurrying towards the vige entrance.
He knew about "Blind Old Third" hanging from therge locust tree at the vige entrance but was toozy to check. Unexpectedly, something happenedst night.
Before leaving, he nced back at the smoke rising outside the kitchen and clenched his fists tightly.
With his grandfather still at home, he couldn''t leave.
No matter what that thing was, he had to find a way to resolve it!
At this time, the warm sun had just risen, the yellow earth wheat fields, blue skies, and white clouds—a leisurely rural pastoral scene with people carrying hoes back and forth.
It was a world apart from the weirdness ofst night.
"Blind Old Third''s" body was hung from therge locust tree at the vige entrance, a battered mess from the yful children the previous day. Now, the idle men passing by even jokingly took a swing at it with their hoes.
Li Yan didn''t rush closer but sniffed the air from where he was.
He was positioned upwind, just fifty meters away, yet he couldn''t detect the unique fishy stench of "Blind Old Third."
It seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary wolf corpse.
Li Yan frowned slightly, approaching to observe, but found nothing unusual.
It was then that a man passed by, eximing with a tut-tut, "What a waste! I said we should eat it; it''s just going to rot here after a few days."
Li Yan felt speechless, not knowing what to say.
The man''s name was Li Shuanzhu, a bachelor known for his unruly behavior. Not only was he a glutton, but he also had a famously foul mouth, loved arguing, andcked poprity.
If someone ate that thing, it would probably be his bad luckst night.
Li Shuanzhu, unaware of his own repulsiveness, continued, "Widow Wang said this thing was unlucky, wanting to burn it and perform a ritual, but I don''t see anything..."
Li Yan was startled, quickly asking, "What else did she say?"
"What can she say that''s serious?"
Li Shuanzhu shook his head, "She lives like it''s a stinkingtrine all day and keeps mumbling superstitiously; what a pity..."
With that, he walked away, hoe over his shoulder.
Li Yan didn''t mind, mulling over the situation and then walking towards Widow Wang''s house without a word.
It wasn''t long before he arrived near Widow Wang''s house.
It was an old courtyard, the gate tightly shut, with tufts of wild grass growing under the mud-brick walls, which were also cluttered with sundries covered in dust.
Most of the vigers were out in the fields at this time, leaving the ce to resemble a deserted old house.
Li Yan approached, eyebrows knitting tightly together.
The vige''s eerie ces, aside from the Land God Temple, included Widow Wang''s house. But thebination of a fishy stench plus a foul odor was torturing his nose.
Not to mention, widow''s doorsteps invited gossip, so even if curious, he rarely came close.
But now he had no choice.
"Blind Old Third" needed to be dealt with, and Widow Wang might know something...
Creak~
Just as he was about to step forward, the wooden door suddenly opened, and Widow Wang, looking disheveled, peeked her pale face out.
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She first looked cautiously behind Li Yan, her eyes full of vignce, then spoke in a trembling voice, "Come in, the immortal wants to see you."
Stunned by her words, Li Yan was taken aback.
Widow Wang had actually anticipated his arrival!
And... an immortal?
Li Yan heightened his vignce, though his face betrayed no emotion, his hand gently pressing onto his knife''s handle as he confidently walked into the courtyard.
As soon as he entered, the overwhelming stench assaulted him.
Li Yan''s sense of smell was far more acute than ordinary people, and at that moment, it caused him to suffer. He quickly held his breath, frowning as he surveyed his surroundings.
He saw that around the corners of the courtyard, there was a circle of rotten wood piled up, along with jars of pickles, filled with some sort of rotting liquid topped with white foam, and swarming with flies.
The odor in this ce rivaled that of atrine.
Li Yan couldn''t take it anymore and covered his nose. Just as he was about to speak, he paused, noticing something peculiar.
Those jars holding foul substances seemed disorderly but were ced intentionally, clearly arranged ording to the positions of the Eight Gates: open, rest, life, hurt, block, scene, death, shock.
Well-versed in martial de techniques, he had a slight understanding of these things.
Was there a hidden meaning in thisyout?
Before he could think further, Widow Wang gently opened the door, gesturing for him to follow.
Her way of opening the door seemed odd, pulling it open from the side and hanging drapes to block the light, as if afraid the wind might blow in.
This was more thorough than a postpartum confinement...
Li Yan''s curiosity grew stronger as he followed her inside the house.
Surprisingly, the interior wasn''t as smelly, though the light was dim, and it was stiflingly hot. The incense-like fishy stench grew more intense.
Li Yan''s gaze was immediately drawn to the room''s setup.
A square altar table leaned against the wall, holding four tes of steamed buns, three tes of fruits, a roast chicken,rd, and a wine jar.
Three incense sticks were lit in the burner, with dim candlelight on either side.
Behind the offerings stood a wooden que with red paper pasted in the center bearing the inscription "Seat of Hu Third Mistress," nked by a couplet:
Cultivating truth and nurturing nature in the deep mountains,
Emerging from the ancient cave, renown through the Four Seas.
A horseback shaman?
Li Yan froze slightly, as many faded memories surfaced in his mind.
In his past life, besides dealing with various antiques, he had also dabbled in folklore.
This originated from primitive shaman witchcraft, prevalent in the Northeast, where the family immortal and horseback shaman concepts were popr. In the Guanzhong region, it was rtively rare.
Upon contemtion, he recalled Widow Wang had been bought by her husband from a human trader, and someone vaguely mentioned she was indeed from the Northeast.
Yet what captivated him more was whaty before the altar table.
The ground there was stuck with a series of red wooden sticks, encircled by red ropes, where a neatly dressed, clean-looking little girly.
She was unconscious, her eyelids fluttering constantly.
More bizarre was that from her head to shoulders and even her arms, areas over some acupoints on her skin were vibrating slightly, like the surface of a drum.
What were they doing here?
Everything before him felt absurd to Li Yan.
But sincest night, much of his understanding had been overturned, and he knew that this world wasn''t simple; another type of power existed.
Widow Wang didn''t exin much to him, merely pulling off arge piece of red cloth draped over a frame beside the altar, revealing a drum underneath.
The drum skin was painted with the Eight Trigrams, with eight strings at the back, four pointing north and four south, adorned with hanging Copper Coins that jingled when picked up.
And the drumstick''s handle had colorful red ribbons tied under it.
King Wen''s drum, King Wu''s whip?
Li Yan''s eyes narrowed with interest.
Perhaps this world wasn''t just about folklore...
Widow Wang picked up the drum and whip, seeming to transform, shaking her shoulders and head, drumming as she circled the red rope on the ground.
Boom! Boom! Boom-boom!
The drumbeats echoed rhythmically, and Widow Wang''s demeanor evolved from timid to solemn, reciting aloud,
"The sun sets over the western hills, darkness falls, every household bolts their doors. Travelers rush to the inns, birds fly into the forests, tigers return to the mountains. Birds find a ce to roost, and tigers return safely..."
With the song chant, her ent shifted.
Even in his previous life, Li Yan had witnessed this spectacle.
Everything appeared simr, but his abnormal sense of smell detected differences.
He could sense that, with the drumbeats'' vibrations, the air around filled with the incenseden fishy stench mored for a home.
As the rhythm pulsed, it continuously converged towards the center...
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