Am I a Taoist priest or not? I would like to say hello to all the ladies and gentlemen, collect and follow!
The night the compass started spinning on its own, I was soaking my feet in the dormitory.
The needle points southwest. I dug out the oilcloth bag left by my grandfather - twenty-five pieces of talisman paper, from Fotuguan in Chongqing to Tengchong in Yunnan. The name of each place was written in blood on the back. The talisman paper is hot.
Roommate Ma boldly took a look and said, "The sixty-year deadline for the evil hole sealed by your grandfather is up. You have to re-strengthen it."
"I'm just a freshman architecture student."
"Your grandfather is a Taoist priest from Maoshan."
"What does that have to do with me?"
He didn't answer. Because in the fog outside the window, a gray-white humanoid outline floated, half a foot above the ground, facing us.
