Introduction to "Rebirth at the Yizhuang"
In the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, the "Palace of Life" at the foot of Qingwu Mountain changed its owner.
Seventeen-year-old Zhou Changsheng clutched half of the "Yin Yang Burial Bone Sutra" left by his master and stared at the empty mountain road in shock. Three days ago, the always lazy old Taoist priest suddenly gave him the Yizhuang wooden plaque and said, "It's time for a living person to keep vigil in the town at the foot of the mountain." Then he disappeared into the fog overnight with his mahogany sword on his back. From then on, the only "yin and yang middleman" within a hundred miles around became this young man who always loved to wander around with candied haws in his arms.
The word "passion" on the green brick wall of Yizhuang has been mottled by wind and rain, but it does not prevent it from welcoming special "guests" every night - a widow holding an urn and asking for salvation, a warlord's adjutant who plasters his face with banknotes to exchange his dead wife for a golden nanmu coffin, and even a team of paper figures carrying an empty sedan who say they will "take the young master of Yizhuang's home for a dark marriage." Zhou Changsheng imitated his master's behavior when he was alive, placing three soul-inducing lanterns in front of the gate of Yi Zhuang, holding a soul-inducing flag in his left hand and a bone flute engraved with birth dates in his right hand. However, when he opened his spiritual eyes, he always saw blood drops seeping from the coffins, or paw prints suddenly appearing on the wall of the morgue.
Until one rainy night, Yizhuang brought up a female corpse with a lifelike face. The impatiens on her fingertips were dyed scarlet, and her nails actually grew at a speed visible to the naked eye under the moonlight. What was even weirder was that there were blood and tears oozing under her eyelids, clearly showing a fierce look that "will never rest in peace." Zhou Changsheng found half a fragment of a poem on the silk handkerchief she wore close to her body, which was exactly the tune that her master used to hum.
The "karma under the mountain" gradually emerged in the old man's mouth
