Very reasonable cultivation

I, Tian Zhen, nicknamed Shitou, am a time traveler.

In mid-June, the sun had already set, but it was not completely dark yet. However, everyone in Tianjia Village had already returned to their homes early and closed their doors.

The atmosphere was terribly depressing, and the entire village seemed to have lost its color.

At this time, Tian Zhen also got into bed early, leaving only a small gap for ventilation, bringing in precious cool breeze.

Tian Zhen is now 11 years old. The strange thing that happened six years ago has shattered his three views.

I remember that at that time, I scoffed at the monsters and demons that the people in my village talked about, and I couldn't understand why the villagers went back home to sleep before the sun set.

When Tian Zhen was five years old, he had to sleep in a separate room. His parents in this life had no choice but to let him sleep in a room alone. Don’t ask why there was an extra room in his house. Tian Zhen’s father was a carpenter.

That day, his parents kept telling him to cover himself with the quilt, go to bed early, and not stay up late. Naturally, I didn't believe it. While I was still conscious, I heard something shout from the wall, "Is anyone there?" I just hummed in confusion, and then a purple-green arm, with a faint glow, stretched out from the wall and placed itself on my head.

The fear of the unknown quickly grew as the ghost hand kept rubbing his head. His consciousness gradually became blurred. Finally, he only heard a vague roar, and then his consciousness fell into darkness.

I woke up after three days of high fever, and was in a daze for about a week before I remembered who I was.

Since then, I have developed a sense of awe for this world.

From then on, life was so difficult. I had to get home before dark and cover myself with the quilt no matter how hot it was. I had to ignore any strange noises outside.

God knows how he, as a time traveler, has managed to survive until now with no nightlife, no air conditioning, and having to endure the excitement and torture of being woken up by strange noises.

I slept in the same room with my parents for two years, and then slept in a separate room for four years when I was seven.

Three years and three years have passed, and now I am already eleven years old. Why hasn’t the golden finger plug-in arrived yet?

Through the cotton, the small bowl, and the quilt, Tian Zhen could still hear the knock on the door, and the unfamiliar voice speaking familiar words: "Hey, open the door, it's me, hehe."

The boss with dark circles under his eyes had two more bloodshot eyes.

Ghosts are the most active in June. As long as you ignore them, you will be safe.

"Ah! I can't stand it anymore! I'll show you what I can do when the day breaks, and let you show off for a while." Tian Zhen roared in his heart, but his body lay obediently in the quilt, following his heart.

The people in the village might have already gotten used to it, but for him who once lived in a peaceful society, he just couldn't accept the days of fear he lives in today, where he could lose his life if he's not careful enough.

Six years of accumulated anger have long since forgotten my previous fears. I have to customize a plan first and then do it.

Existence is reasonable. The knowledge learned in the nine years of compulsory education in the previous life is not enough. Let's make a bold assumption. Weird and stagnant things have no entity, but can interfere with matter, make sounds, pass through walls, reduce people's rationality, and amplify the fear in their hearts. Tian Zhen himself has a deep understanding of this.

The ghost reacts to human voices. Normally, if it does not respond, it cannot enter the room. The principle is not understood yet. This is just a preliminary judgment. Over the years, a few villagers have died because of carelessness.

Due to limited knowledge, I can only apply the concept of yin and yang balance from my previous life. The information of the strange existence itself is called yin, and the movement and stillness it produces is called yang. In simple terms, stillness is yin and movement is yang.

Why is it divided in this way? If the weirdness interferes with reality with its non-real body, there must be a force that can interfere with its information, such as the thermal radiation of the sun.

Thermal radiation is a form of wave, and the sound that humans can hear is also a form of wave. The difference is that when the sun's thermal radiation exists, those ghosts dare not show up, and it is unknown how loud the sound must be to produce a force that interferes with them.

Its daybreak.

The quiet Tianjia Village began to come alive with the loud crowing of a rooster and the thin golden sand scattered by the rising sun.

With the dark circles that most villagers had, Tian Zhen walked out of the room where he slept alone with bloodshot eyes. After saying hello to his father who was washing in the yard, he picked up a wooden drum that was almost as big as him, put it on a wooden cart, and dragged it out in a hurry.

This wooden drum was made by him himself. After all, as a child with a carpenter father, it is not surprising that he knows a little bit. As a otaku in his previous life, imagination was not his weakness, but hands-on ability was. After all, in that era, wasn't the fat otaku happy water delicious?

It was not until now, under the pressure of various factors, that I realized the joy of craftsmanship.

The weight of the wooden drum was still a bit too much for him now, and it was still very difficult to lift it, so Tian Zhen tied it to a wooden cart and dragged it along.

As we stumbled along the way, we saw some villagers going out to work early, and some drying their wet quilts. Most of them had dark circles under their eyes, except for a few carefree villagers.

After saying hello to a few familiar people, he dragged his things towards the blacksmith's house.

The blacksmith's house is located in the southwest of the village, not too far from Tian Zhen's house, but the road is winding and undulating, making it difficult for Tian Zhen to drag his things.

After climbing over a mound, before reaching the blacksmith's house, you can hear the sound of "clang! clang! clang!" from the blacksmith.

Quickening my pace, I saw a two-story wooden house built on a slightly flatter part of the slope. Behind it was a whole mountain mostly covered with sycamore trees. There was also a pergola next to the house, with blacksmith's tools placed in it, a blacksmith's stove, and a unique chimney extending outside the pergola, which was quite recognizable.

At this time, a man who looked sixteen or seventeen years old, but was actually only twelve or thirteen years old, with a quite strong physique, was waving an iron hammer as big as his head, hitting the iron block on the anvil with great force. The soul-shaking sound of the iron hammer kept coming, showing its heavy sense of power.

"Fuck! I'm so tired!" He threw the wooden cart to the ground, ignoring the thudding sound of the wooden drum, and sat down on the bench. He picked up the ladle from the water tank next to him, shook a few mouthfuls of water and started drinking.

After catching his breath, he turned to the young man who had already started fiddling with the wooden drum and said, "Da Zhuang, is my gong finished?"

"It's done. I'll put it on the shelf in the house for you. You can get the stone yourself." Da Zhuang didn't even raise his head, and it was obvious that he was attracted by this thing.

Tian Zhen was helpless. This man's name was Tian Li. People who knew him called him Dazhuang. Of course, some people also called him Dali, but he didn't call him that because there was always a sense of déjà vu.

Da Zhuang was just like any other child when he was young, until he was three years old when he heard that he had been haunted. Although nothing happened to him, he still had a high fever.

Since then, Dazhuang has become mature and sensible, with an exceptional focus on things he's interested in. His physical development is also faster than that of ordinary children, and his strength is terrifying, like he was born with supernatural powers.

A copper gong with a diameter of half a meter and quite heavy was taken out from the house. Its surface was slightly smoothed. Although it looked rough, it was the same.

Holding the gong, he picked up three suitable wooden sticks and a frame from the firewood pile, and then said to Da Zhuang who was still fiddling with the wooden drum: "Da Zhuang, stop playing for now. I will teach you how to play it later. Let's go to Half Moon Mountain."