"Clang-a-lang, clang-a-lang..." The old blind man plucked his three-stringed lute and hollered, "Ladies and gentlemen, the strange tale I'm telling today comes from Stone Village, at the foot of the Taihang Mountains. It's a real stunner, so pull up your little stools and prick up your ears!" A Hidden Ancient Village, A Bewitching Night In the depths of the Taihang Mountains lay Stone Village, a place like a paradise far removed from the world. The village was surrounded by ranges of green hills, their slopes thick with trees and evergreen in every season. From afar, it looked as if a heavy green blanket had been spread across the earth. A crystal-clear stream, like a silver ribbon, wound through the village...
