My name is Zhang Xuanji. I’m a wandering Zhengyi Taoist. Traveling through the mountains, surveying the waters, driving out evil, and laying spirits to rest: that’s the trade passed down through my family.
Before my master died, he left me a book called The Handbook of Guarding the Mystery. It contained the unsolved cases he had spent his life investigating. The final page held just one line of small writing: “All these cases point to the same place: the White Bone Temple.”
The first case was about a village woman who had supposedly “taken her own life” twenty years ago. Her grave had been placed in the wrong location. The second concerned a feng shui formation in an ancient town that had prevented an entire street from having healthy children for ten years. The third case…
There would be no flying through the sky or miraculous spells. I had only a compass, a stack of talismans, and a heart determined to uncover the truth, no matter what.
Every village has secrets it cannot speak of. I’m the one who digs them up.
