Xuan Pong's Notes

In the seventh year of the Republic of China, that is, 1918 AD, an extremely strange and puzzling thing happened in Chenjiazhuang at the foot of Dongling Mountain in Zhangqiu County. On the night of the winter solstice that year, the cold wind howled as sharply as a knife, and large tracts of snowflakes were flying in the air, as if the whole world was swallowed up by cold and white. Chen Ergou, an ordinary farm boy who was only seven years old, had a dream that he would never forget. In that mysterious and strange dream, he vaguely saw a Taoist priest wearing a blue robe. This Taoist priest had a very unique image. He stood steadily on the ancient and huge locust tree at the entrance of the village.