Everyone talks about horse, but who knows that horse was earlier called - shaman.
That is the oldest survival wisdom born in this barren land.
The ancestors turned their backs to the sky and faced the loess, relying on the sky for food. They knew nothing about the unpredictable wind, rain, thunder and lightning, birth, aging, illness and death in the world. They could only hand over all their doubts and awe to the empty gods. Shamans were the messengers of communication between humans and gods.
Later, people who invaded Guandong poured into this black land in batches. The belief in incense brought from Guandong slowly mixed with the dancing gods of local shamans. Gradually, they were called Chuma. Those who could ask the gods to come to see things and eliminate disasters became Chuma immortals.
It is said that the four gates of Ma Xianding are Hu, Huang, Chang and Mang, but if you really look at it, there are so many twists and turns in this gate that you can't figure out the way for three to five years.
How many people only see Chuma Xian sitting on the bed and saying a few words to solve the troubles of others, but they don't know that behind every Chuma disciple who can stand in front of the hall, there are countless strange encounters and endless bizarre stories.
