Fu Yin Zhi

My name is Wuqing, a young man who is learning Taoism from my master. Master said that there are three types of things in this world: things that can be said, things that cannot be said, and things that no one would believe even if they were said. All I have encountered are the third type. Ever since the stroller appeared out of thin air in the snowy mountains in the early morning, I have been entangled in a resentment that has been accumulated for more than ten years and became the target of a "substitute". Tashi crawled out of the sea of ​​fire, with scars on his face, chasing the same people for thirty years. Those people wearing red monk robes said, "Take off your physical body and become a Buddha immediately", and let his parents walk into the fire and never come out again. We walked into the man-eating valley deep in Golok. There is a golden temple that appears out of thin air, a monk with smiling eyes on the door frame, and a mirror with a frame filled with human bones. And that child - Chen Che - he was made into a "soul-binding stake" for more than ten years. I dug it out, warmed it with incense, and finally shouted out the first "Wuqing" in front of that mirror. This is not a purely horror book. This is a story about "can't get out" and "still have to go". Feng shui in the northwest, cults in Tibet, Taoism in the Central Plains, Luban among the people, tomb robbers in the Qinling Mountains, Chuma in the northeast—— This land hides so many things that you have heard of but never believed, believed but never seen, and seen but cannot say. This is a land that hides a world you have never seen before