My name is Chen Qingxuan, the 72nd generation descendant of the Qing sect on Maoshan Mountain. In 1983, I was ordered by my master to go down the mountain to practice and walk among the mountains and countryside.
In China in the 1980s, the spring breeze of reform and opening up had just blown into the depths of the mountains. In the isolated villages, there were still countless unknown secrets, as well as rules and taboos passed down by ancestors. The white shadow that cries every night in the old house with blue bricks, the bones that have been buried under the locust tree for thirty years, the Mao Zong chasing people on the mass grave, the river-suppressing coffin washed out by the Yellow River...
I hold a three-foot mahogany sword in my hand and wear yellow talisman and cinnabar on my body. I use Maoshan's orthodox secret techniques to destroy evil spirits and resolve injustices in the world. But along the way, I discovered that in many cases, what is more terrifying than zombies and evil spirits is the bottomless human heart.
(Note: All techniques and folk customs in this book refer to traditional Taoist classics and folk inheritance. The content is purely fictitious and is for entertainment only. Please do not imitate)
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