Huang Xian Asks for a Title: My Name Is Ma Dong

My name is Ma Dong, a mountain guard in the mountains of Northeast China. Grandpa said that if the yellow skins in the mountains have been repaired for hundreds of years, they will block the road and ask for seals. You say it looks like a human, but it becomes a demon; You say it is like a god, it ascends to heaven; You say one wrong word and your life is threatened on the spot. That night, I bumped into an upright yellow fairy in a graveyard. Its green eyes were like lights, and it asked me: "Ma Dong, do you think I look like a human being or a god?" In one word, I have neither consecrated people nor consecrated gods. From then on, Huang Xian haunted me all my life. Knocking on the door every night, leaving yellow hair on the window, asking for debts in my dream. My grandfather told me before he died: What you are conferring is not an immortal, but a hundred-year cause and effect. If you don't repay this debt, you will die in peace.