However, there were still some bold villagers unafraid of challenges, daring to venture here.
Strangely, any villager who visited this temple would wake up the next day in their own bed, unable to recall what happened the previous day, yet finding themselves much stronger than before.
This news quickly spread, attracting even more people to come here.
About twenty miles from the Bat King Temple, there was a place called Wei Village. At the western end of the village was a drafty hut, where a child carefully wiped the saliva from the corner of his paralyzed mother's mouth with neatly cut small pieces of cotton cloth. He softly said, "Mum, you rest easy; I'm going to accompany the son of Tong's fourth family to study."
The old woman moved her eyelids a bit, considered as a response.
This little boy's name was Wei Zihong. His father was conscripted years earlier to excavate a canal, but died of an illness, leaving behind a family of orphans and a widowed mother.
