"Is this the place?"
Hu Ma stood still, looking around cautiously and worriedly. He gazed at the big locust tree, noticing that half of its body had turned charred and black, with scattered bells on the ground and drooping branches and leaves.
"Was Granny having a duel with it just now?"
"This is the famous Grandma Huai from Old Yin Mountain."
As Second Master approached the old locust tree, he slowed his steps and whispered to Hu Ma, "In this ten miles and eight villages, whenever a family loses a child, they used to just toss it into the pigsty, grind it up and bake it together, then later throw it in the field as fertilizer."
"But ever since Grandma Huai revealed her spirit, people have started bringing the babies here to bury them, and if a family couldn't conceive, they would come here to pray and eventually get pregnant."
"What kind of ghostly trick is that?"
