The haunting of the old garden in the Western Market has been circulating within the Jin Sect for twenty to thirty years. Every night, those who pass by the old garden can hear the sounds coming from inside.
Yet, there are always skeptics who enter the theater. Those with strong constitutions and abundant Yang Fire can barely make it out if they enter during the day. But the weaker ones, even during broad daylight, will fall severely ill, and some even go mad, muttering indistinct opera lines all day long.
Over time, the theater added more sounds: the strumming of instruments, the voice of Zhong Kui shouting to catch ghosts, and occasionally the weeping of young women or the sound of nuns knocking on wooden fish.
The theater seemed like a 'sound-devouring beast'; anything or anyone associated with sound appeared unable to escape its gaping maw.
In the largest teahouse of the Jin Sect, Guo Dongyang was storytelling.