Fang Zhi, a ten-year-old orphan, was taken to the Jingchen Temple in the mountains by the Taoist priest Xuan Qingzi. I thought it was a place to stay, but I didn't know that I was a natural carrier of yin.
While burning incense and drawing talismans, dark seals gradually appear on the palms. In the middle of the night, ghostly shadows circle the beams and knock on the door with evil spirits. The Taoist temple has hidden secrets for hundreds of years. The strict master, the gentle doctor, and the mahogany buttons left by the dean are all intertwined with layers of foreshadowing.
He gradually understood that he had already become the living eye of the Taoist Yin Formation. In the boundless coldness, survival and destruction are just a matter of thoughts.
