"I don't know either, but this is how our ancestors demanded it, and they even made it a village rule that has been passed down. If you're interested, you can go to the shrine hall at the east end of the village. Inside, there are some books that the ancestors brought in, but they are all quite old now, and nobody in the village likes to read them anymore,"
Having heard Wang Ling's words, Lu Xun had already made up his mind to visit the shrine hall. After asking for and receiving Wang Ling's permission, he headed there alone while the others scattered to explore other parts of the village.
The shrine hall wasn't far from where they were staying, and in no more than a moment's work, he saw the towering shrine hall, and an old man was sleeping on a recliner, his face covered with a book—the same elder we had seen the day before.
"Eh! Stranger, what brings you to the Peach Blossom Spring's shrine hall?" The elder was very surprised to see Lu Xun.
