As the old saying goes: It's better to believe that something exists than to believe something doesn't exist. My grandfather was an onmyoji. When he was young, he traveled all year round. Every time he heard or experienced some strange things, he would write them down. When I read this diary, many things refreshed my understanding. With the development of the times, Onmyoji gradually faded out of the sight of modern people. They really existed. I present to everyone what my grandfather encountered, felt and heard in the form of a novel. The article is exaggerated and must not be brought into reality. If you also like to hear these folk weird things, please leave your valuable comments. Again: the faint of heart enters by mistake! !
