My name is Li Tieshan, a laborer who carries cement at the construction site. Until that night shift of the Ghost Festival, when I saw the shadow wearing a shroud and stepping in the air beside the foundation pit, I always thought that my mother's claim that I had "clean eyes" was a feudal superstition.
Later I realized that that was not the beginning. A high fever that persists, prescriptions that I don't understand come out of my mouth, and I unconsciously sing weird tunes in the middle of the night - this is called "grinding", it's those "old fairies" knocking on my door.
I was made a disciple by "moving poles" and became a disciple. The person in charge of the hall is Hu Tianba, the grandpa of the Hu family, the person running errands and reporting the news is Xiaopao of the Huang family, and the deceased grandpa is in charge of the Qingfeng Monument King. From then on, I am Li Tieshan, a mortal, during the day, and the mouth and eyes of the immortal family at night.
This is not a fairy tale. There are no battles between immortals and demons flying in the sky, but only strange realities from the black earth: the water ghosts in the reservoir who catch a substitute every year, the innocent souls wandering in the mines, the withered bones who were assigned to a dark marriage and are entangled in them. The farmhouse where the fairy comes back to cause trouble, the corpse walking in the funeral parlor late at night... I use the Wenwang drum, the magic whip, look at the incense head, break the evil spirits, and deal with the "dirty things" one after another in the shadow that is beyond the reach of the scientific whip.
Very real and beautiful