"So, Brother Liangliang, does this mean that the deity statue unearthed at the river works and the coffin pried open at the farm have at least three hundred years of history?"
"That's correct, it can be understood that way, but what's strange is, three hundred years is indeed a long time, but it shouldn't be long enough that your local customs of worshiping the 'Bai Family's Lady' have completely disappeared, even the elderly seem to have no memory of her.
But the local chronicles clearly record her, and we've even excavated her temple. There are both written records and physical remains, so it's impossible that there were absolutely no traces left in folklore—that's too odd."
Li Zhiyuan shook his head and said, "Brother Liangliang, a retired professor once told me, existence does not necessarily imply rationality, but there is always a reason for existence."
"Xiao Yuan, are you saying that there's also a reason for their nonexistence?"
