Zhang Laosan Tells Stories

A long time ago, a strange disaster suddenly struck Kaoshan Village deep in the old forests of Northeast China. Orion Li Dashan was keeping vigil on a snowy night when he saw Huang Pizi talking about others and asking for his seal. A slip of the tongue actually revealed the bloody secret of twenty years ago. When the Huangxian statue on the altar table in the ancestral hall cracked with blood on the night of the lunar eclipse, when a golden-haired weasel emerged from the belly of the salesman, and when the mountain god's contract turned into a man-eating Gu worm - the whole village discovered that the sinful debts suppressed by the black donkey's hooves in the coffin would eventually be repaid with interest on the night of the blizzard. The shaman's drum broke, the Yin soldiers took advantage of the passage, and the candles of the dead illuminated the village full of ghosts and monsters. The female Huangxian who was dissected alive, the bronze coffin embedded in the lightning-struck wood, the mountain chain engraved with the birth date... Every dead corpse is full of prophecies written on the snow. And the golden elixir that the seven hunters shared back then was actually the mountain god's treasure to suppress the earth's veins. When the afterlife candle burns to the third watch, what emerges from the depths of the snow curtain is the Soul Crossing Sutra flag, or is it the revenge feast that the spirits have been waiting for for a hundred years? This strange cause and effect spanning two generations will finally usher in the bloodiest decision on the night of the full moon - should we sacrifice the whole village to replace the mountain god, or burn the contract and fall together with thousands of immortals? In the snowstorm, Changbai Mountain was silent as a mystery. Only the bronze bell on the waist of the old shaman was still shaking the soul-calling tune sung by the ancestors in the wind and snow...