Qin

The "Jiuxiao Huanpei" made by Lei Wei in the prosperous Tang Dynasty has been handed down from generation to generation, and the Nine Thunder craftsmen in Sichuan still exist in Chongzhou, Chengdu. The world regards Lei Qin as a treasure, but they don't know that there is a thousand-year curse sealed in the belly of the piano. In the late spring of the Eastern Han Dynasty, a witch from Wu used her witchcraft to suppress the evil spirit of the harp and protect the Lei family for hundreds of years. However, she was betrayed and her lonely soul was imprisoned in the belly of the harp and drifted down the river, sighing every year. Five hundred years later, Qi Ji in the prosperous Tang Dynasty inherited the witch blood from the same source and returned to Shu. She tried to change her fate, but she was caught in a fire and sank into the river with her piano in her arms. The curse once again lay dormant. Sixteen hundred years later, Ou Danchen, the reincarnation of Lei Xiao, had been in a state of poverty for half his life. A Taoist priest from Zhongnan Mountain revealed the secret. He had a glimpse of the love and hate of three generations, and knew that the loss of blood was unavoidable. He went to Yangzhou to pick up the qin again, and met Wen Xiaohe, a Chengdu luthier with the blood of witch spirits. The two lonely souls cherished each other across the distance, but fate had set a dead end - after he was drunk, his student Xiu Yan became pregnant with his flesh and blood. On the night when the newborn was born, his cowardly avoidance broke through the coldness of Wen Xiaohe for three generations. She left decisively and played "Shen Ren Chang" behind closed doors until the strings broke and her fingers bled, suppressing the hatred of the wizard spirit. Lin Moyu, a programmer turned violinist, used the game to rewrite the false ending for her, but she regretted it in reality. In a humble house in Yangzhou, Ou Danchen guards the ancient thunder harp in Shenjiang alone. Every night at midnight, sad ancient music floats from the belly of the harp, lingering around the moonlight of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the fire of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the separation of life and death. Cut the wood to make a fetus, and cut the bones to make a harp. Use my bones to build your soul. Three generations of rotation, one sound and one journey. The place where the bones and souls are born is the door to reunion in the next life. The debt of cause and effect that spanned sixteen hundred years has returned to its original place. In this life, can the craftsman who is full of debts redeem the desperate witch spirit and break the eternal separation?