My name is Chen Mo, a papermaker who is an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage and is about to starve to death.
In this age of scientific belief, I thought this craft would be lost in my hands.
Until a million-dollar commission hit me in the face: to give the actress who died in vain a substitute that could "come back to life".
From that day on, my world was turned upside down.
When other heavenly masters and Taoist priests were still drawing talismans and reciting mantras, I would pierce one with my backhand [Educating Soul Bai Wuchang]. Both the black and white talismans had to give face to my ancestors; A [Raging Eye Vajra] works better than any other talisman; when hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and Yin soldiers pass by, I spread out yellow paper, use cinnabar as a guide, and blood and ink as the soul, and build a [Naihe Bridge], so that Yin and Yang can be separated and all ghosts can stop!
Do they think I'm just a craftsman?
No, I'm reinventing the rules. All regrets in the world can be "replaced"; all ghosts and gods in heaven and earth can be "shaped".
My name is Chen Mo, an ordinary person who relies on his craftsmanship to make a living. However, my guests... Are not all human beings.
