Zhou Yi was known far and wide as a “fake fortune-teller,” making a living by crafting paper effigies.
Who could have guessed that when ghosts really started haunting the place, his ancestral broken compass would light up?
A funeral brought an evil spirit, and the whole village was so terrified they kowtowed.
He walked in with a peachwood sword. “You think you can scare people with skills like that?”
A well-digging job uncovered a mother-and-child evil spirit, but the construction foreman refused to believe in ghosts.
Zhou Yi made a paper effigy and tossed it down. The well water cleared on the spot.
Someone broke the rules while relocating a grave, and black smoke rose from the mound in the middle of the night.
He pulled out a Three Pure Ones bell and rang it. Whatever was beneath the ground obediently lay flat.
Everyone called him Zhou the Immortal.
Only he knew the truth: the world of yin and yang ran much deeper than he had imagined.
The plot has ups and downs and is gripping.