In 1978, there was a severe drought on the Loess Plateau. Chen Sanshui, a sixteen-year-old shepherd boy, picked up three ancient relics in an abandoned house: an unknown hexagram book, a bronze compass, and a string of elm beads.
From then on, he became the "little magic teller" in the mouth of his neighbors.
In the past twenty years, he has personally experienced nine strange things on the loess slopes: a headless wedding team walking in the middle of the night, a drought demon that has been locked in a well for a hundred years, a paper-cut old lady who borrowed people's longevity, and an old grave that can move on its own... Behind each incident, there is a joy and sorrow buried by the years.
He used the ancient Qimen Dunjia platoon deduction to explore the truth on the edge of life and death; he used seventy-two fortune-telling beads to make predictions and walk between science and superstition.
This is not a story about cultivating immortals, but the true memory of a folk fortune teller - about the old crafts that are about to be lost, about the dusk and dark night in China's rural areas from the 1970s to the 1990s, about the old days that were born in the loess and died in the loess, but there is always something that the loess cannot bury.
The history of the older generation is too real