Black Mountain Wanderer: I Don't Worship Immortals at My Church's Doorstep

My name is Chen Shan, and I was born in Shaoguotun at the foot of Black Mountain. Others offer beard, yellow and white willow ashes to protect their family and accumulate merit. The ancestral hall of my family only accepts the ghosts of those who died violently, and the souls of those who died in vain, provide food to the resentful spirits from all directions, and eat food from the underworld. Grandpa said that this is "walking through the underworld", which can quell the grudges of ghosts and resolve grievances, but it can also easily shorten one's life span and cause disasters. Ten years ago, I was forced to inherit this strange hall, and since then I have walked at the intersection of Yin and Yang. Huang Pizi's quest for seal, the earth-bound spirit under the reservoir, the hundred-man pit in the old forest, the ghost bride crying in the middle of the night... Everything I have experienced is far more eerie and bizarre than any legend. Now, I will slowly tell you the incredible things I have seen, heard, and encountered in the past ten years...