Zhang Xuan, the descendant of the hidden lineage of Longhu Mountain, on the first day he came down the mountain, all the evil ghosts in the city moved away overnight.
The boss lady outside the mountain gate regarded him as an idle boy with no knowledge and skills. The senior brother in the city asked him to remember three rules: don't look at dirty things, don't touch the town objects, and don't report your identity in Longhu Mountain.
But rules are always for people who abide by them. Henry Zhang was born with a pair of yin and yang eyes, and he could see things that others could not see - the withered shadow on the baby's shoulder sucking the essence, the ghost knocking on the door according to the rules late at night, and the black shadows squatting facing north on the roofs of the city.
They are afraid of him. Wherever he goes, Baigui will let him go.
Until he dug up the iron plate under the old house in the north of the city and found that what was sealed was not a ghost, but something older than the ghost. The truth about the master's madness for twenty years, the mystery of the dark shadows all over the city facing north, and the artifacts scattered everywhere all point to the same place - the Demon-Conquering Hall of Longhu Mountain.
That thing in the temple is about to open.
When the Heavenly Master descends from the mountain, hundreds of ghosts give way. But this time, what he greeted was not a ghost, but something that had been waiting for a thousand years in the palace.
