Chapter 351
The power of folk ritual traditions truly opened my eyes.
They had reattached severed chicken heads, and no matter how hard I thought, I could not understand the principle behind it.
I even reached out to touch one. I could clearly feel the break where the head met the neck, yet the chicken was alive, able to run and jump.
When the Thin Master tossed out a handful of rice, the chickens rushed to peck at it.
That proved their bodily functions were normal.
No wonder certain arts were never taught to outsiders. Perhaps this was the mystery of the Meishan Arts. According to legend, the folk tradition had formed when the Meishan branch of Daoism blended with local shamanic practices.
It was difficult for Mystic Sect practitioners to survive these days, so naturally, everything handed down by their Ancestral Masters was precious. If too many people learned those arts, they would lose their mystery. Scarcity created value, after all.
One chicken kept circling Su Yi.
It seemed to recognize him. Like a cat, it repeatedly rubbed its head against his trouser leg.