Lord Priest, He Needs a Shrine.

A beautiful restorer of cultural relics in Kochi was attacked by an inhuman priest Cainan University is located deep in the mountains. First there was the ancient altar, and then the campus school was built. The school has a rule that a Nuo opera must be performed at the beginning of each semester, once every six months. The first time Guo Lingsong went to see it, he was ordered to go there by his instructor. "A doctor of folklore, you haven't even seen a Nuo performance? Go quickly." On the stage, people were dressed in thick divine robes and masks with green faces and fangs. He bent over and jerked his head. The limbs are bent and stretched in strange postures, and the movements are twisted and neat. The steps are erratic and slanted, each step accurately hitting the beat of the drum. It's like being possessed by an evil spirit, or like a spiritual snake shedding its shell and transforming. The sound of gongs and drums suddenly stopped. A chuckle came from the gap in the mask, it was eerie and definitely not human. Guo Lingsong felt cold all over. We met again in the university classroom. The man was wearing casual ripped jeans and chewing gum. A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, with a red mole at the end of the eye. "The new lecturer is Meng Cunxi." He glanced across the classroom casually, his eyes locked on Guo Lingsong in the last row. "Doctor, you have something of mine on you." Guo Lingsong frowned: "Who are you?" Meng Cunxi smiled lightly. "The Nuo noodle you restored was originally mine." Intention: Just love if you love