Everyone knows the Southern Mao and Northern Ma sects, but no one knows about a little temple magistrate like me.
I'm a fallen son, abandoned by my family and raised by my master in a small temple. I learned how to drive out evil spirits, put restless souls to rest, and judge right from wrong between yin and yang.
My master used to say that in this world, the hardest thing to judge isn't a case, but the human heart; the hardest thing to pass judgment on isn't a ghost, but an obsession.
Someone asks me to catch a ghost in a haunted house, not knowing that filthy things are never the real danger. Someone asks me to find a missing loved one, only for me to discover that the human heart behind it is more evil than any ghost.
I wield a peachwood sword and carry a yin-yang warrant. I'm both a Taoist and a magistrate of the underworld.
I solve strange cases, judge matters of yin and yang, uphold justice in Heaven's name, and win justice for the wronged souls.
