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Books by Blazing Big Yue Bright
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There’s Nothing Ordinary About My Spirit Shrine 我的堂口不一般
Other spirit mediums burn incense to serve the Hu, Huang, Chang, and Mang spirits. Under the red cloth in my home sits the Great Emperor of Dongyue. My name is Lin Ye, a sickly kid from the foot of Changbai Mountain. I became famous as a child after tossing a firecracker into the outhouse where Auntie Li was squatting, blasting her with shit. That blast opened my celestial eye. From then on, weasels perched on the rafters and grinned at me, while my great-great-grandfather, dead for over a centu
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Old Immortal: My Record of Spirit Mediumship 老仙儿：我的出马实录
My name is Li Tieshan. I haul cement at construction sites for a living. Until the night shift on that Ghost Festival, when I saw a shadow by the excavation pit, dressed in burial clothes and standing on air, I always thought my mother's claim that I had “clear eyes” was just feudal superstition. Only later did I learn that wasn't the beginning. A fever that wouldn't break, strange prescriptions spilling from my mouth, eerie tunes sung unconsciously in the middle of the night: this was called “s
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Glazed Heart of the Dao 道心琉璃
She was born among outlaws and raised in a Taoist temple, with a heart as clear as crystal. In a ruined temple deep in the mountains, she was an abandoned baby picked up by Master Qingxu and given the name Liuli. Twenty years passed, day and night.
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Reborn as the Poisonous Consort: The Obsessive Minister Is Flirting with Me Again 毒妃重生：偏执权臣他又撩了
Reborn to seek revenge; unmatched in medicine and poison; outwitting political schemes; a husband chasing his wife through hell and back; a powerful partnership; intensely satisfying wish fulfillment and face-slapping; sweet romance; a professional golden finger; and sharply contrasting characters.
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The Paper Doll Knocks: My Life Is in Your Hands 纸人敲门：我的命在你手里
When I was eight, someone poked a hole in my window. Through the little hole, I saw someone standing in the courtyard: Aunt Yun, my mother's best friend. Moonlight fell on her face. She was smiling. As she smiled, her features disappeared until all that remained was a blank sheet of paper. The paper figure was smiling at me. The next day, I dug up a little paper figure beneath the old locust tree. My birth date and eight characters were pasted to its chest. Aunt Yun said, “Don't be afraid. I'm y
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