"Lord Lin?"
Nie Zhao was somewhat incredulous.
"Hmm, you could say it's the Mountain God of this place."
fat beggar spoke voluminously: "Legend has it that sixty years ago, a propitious omen descended from the heavens. A Qilin Demon Beast, from who knows where, landed in Tanjiang Mountain, west of Pinghu Village."
On a land where legends of Divine Beasts circulated, all rumors about the Qilin had always been auspicious.
It represented good fortune and auspiciousness.
"Lord Lin protects this place, ensuring favorable weather. The villagers offer sacrifices for him to enjoy."
"A small sacrifice once a year, a grand sacrifice every three years."
"Fish, rice, livestock, boys, and girls."
fat beggar sat up from the ground: "I only arrived here recently, but I heard this custom has been going on for nearly fifty years."
"Boys and girls?"
Nie Zhao was dumbfounded: "This... no one manages it?"
"Manages what?"
fat beggar pointed at him: "Brother, you are truly amusing."
