[Mystic arts + Central Plains slang + mind reading + hilarious exorcisms]
Tang Qin is a half-baked spirit medium at the foot of Mount Song. Her family has been telling fortunes for three generations, yet she can’t even get a talisman to light. That is, until she spots a Maserati radiating the purple aura of the Yellow River and Luo River at the scene of a snowy-night car accident.
[This guy’s fate is even more wicked than the Lord Laozi’s furnace on Mount Song! I’ll drag him back and use him as a “Bagua and Luo Book power bank,” then I can restore the Tang family’s Mystic Hall!]
Qin Yu, fresh out of the ICU, suddenly hears someone chatting inside his head. He looks up and meets the gleaming eyes of a young woman in a peony jacket.
Tang Qin: “Hey, buddy, want your fortune told? No charge if I’m wrong. This stuff is uncanny!”
Qin Yu (thinking): Is this woman planning to skin me and refine me into a Luo Book magical artifact?
Tang Qin (hearing his thoughts): “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m a genuine descendant of the Yellow River and Luo River traditions. I don’t mess around with that fake nonsense!”
When the rough talk of a Central Plains tigress clashes with a CEO’s fragile heart, mind reading turns into a spectacularly embarrassing disaster:
While telling a fox spirit’s fortune in love, she thinks, “This horny fox puts on a better act than a Henan opera star.”
While helping a weasel earn its title, he hears, “If this thing becomes a spirit, it’ll definitely be a bigger bullshitter than my third uncle.”
Even while exorcising spirits by dancing on graves, she’s picking out a Henan opera song for the zombie in her head.
Qin Yu: “Tang Qin, can you think about something normal for once?”
Tang Qin: “What’s the matter? Don’t like it? How about I sing you a Henan flower-drum opera verse from the Rebirth Mantra?”
From the shadows of Shaolin Temple’s halls to the “ice corpse express delivery” at the Longmen Grottoes, this pair of bickering lovebirds solve cases and drive out evil to the rhythm of Henan flower-drum opera. Then one day, Qin Yu hears her mumble drunkenly: [Actually... this guy’s purple aura is nice and warm, warmer than a bowl of stew...]