Under the village head's authority, the villagers quickly quieted down again, listening to him continue his "speech" in the main hall of the ancestral shrine.
About half an hour into the village head's speech.
The villagers gradually overcame the fear on their faces and, as the village head continued to ring the bell in his hand, they dispersed. Strangely enough, while the voices of the villagers and the village head, as well as any sounds they made, were inaudible,
the sound of the bell rang clear and distinct.
It was like suddenly adding a splash of color to a black-and-white silent film.
The villagers returned home, picked up their hoes, and walked together towards the cemetery.
Everyone suddenly became energetic.
It seemed like this was the beginning, the scene in the village was replaying continuously. There must be an origin.
Apparently.
