My name is Lin Du, a Taoist priest. This is my "bad account".
It records the facts that I have encountered since I became a disciple of my grandfather (a retired purple-robed Celestial Master) when I was nine years old, and walked on the edge of urban and rural areas: the "living" village in Mushui Village that was empty but still smoked, the "pupil sacrifice" mark on the body of a female college student in the provincial capital from an ancient tomb, the flesh-and-blood contract between the savages in Miao Village in the southwest and the "Corpse Buddha"... I used ancestral talismans, hand skills and a little experience in the world to deal with these "events" outside of scientific archives.
This book is based on the manuscripts I left behind. Some place names and personal names have been blurred due to taboos. Do not imitate the methods described; it is up to you whether you believe in the things described.
This is not only a description of ghosts, but also a cold confession of how a Taoist priest was eroded by the truth and tried to maintain his humanity in fear.
The writing is very true