At the foot of Funiu Mountain, people from all over the country recognize the old Taoist Chen Jiushan.
He has a mahogany sword and half a Bagua mirror. He walks the path of yin and yang and cuts off human affairs.
This year, there was evil in Qingshi Gou, and the village chief came to the door crying. Grandpa took me into the old Lin family courtyard with waist-high weeds.
Blackened hemp ropes hang from the old locust trees, and unjust ghosts hide in the corners of the courtyard.
I don't understand why people's hearts are not ancient, I only know that grandpa said:
"Ghosts are afraid of evil people, and even more afraid of people who uphold justice."
Along the way, what we want to catch are ghosts, but what we want to cross are the obsessions of living people.
