My name is Qin Shousheng, I am sixty-five years old, and I am the gatekeeper of Qingshan Cemetery in the northern suburbs of Jiangcheng.
My daily routine is very simple: open the door in the morning and close the door in the evening. In between, I listen to storytelling, drink tea, and bask in the sun. There are more than thirty "old neighbors" living in the cemetery - all the dying people who are dead but not completely dead. There are old scholars who have been studying for the civil service exam all their lives and are still preparing for the exam.
They were making trouble, and I was sleeping in mine, and everything was fine.
Until one day——
In the middle of the night, someone was playing suona at the grave.
Another day, a group of wealthy second-generation people broke into the cemetery chasing evil spirits.
Another day, an Internet celebrity came to the grave to dance, saying that he wanted to "feel the rhythm of the new era" for his grandfather.
I drove them all away.
Use a word or a look.
There is no way. Although I am just an old janitor now, thirty years ago, people in the world called me——
"The Immortal Martial Saint".
I just want to wait quietly for death, but can these living and dead people stop dancing on my grave?
