Yellow River Soul Replenisher

In Liugou Village by the Yellow River, Grandpa, the last tinker, mended not the pots, but the souls that had leaked out of the world. When he was sixteen years old, my grandfather's copper bell rang automatically on a full moon night, and he walked into the Yellow River alone and never came back. Two things were left to me: a tinkering hammer to break open the yin and yang, and a stack of manuscripts filled with taboos. Only then did I learn that there was a bronze tripod that was thousands of years old at the bottom of the Yellow River. If the cauldron cracks, the yin and yang will open and hundreds of ghosts will come out. And my grandfather's master, master, and generations of tinkers all died under that cauldron. Now that the tripod has cracked again, my grandfather spent his life trying to repair it, but he only gained thirty years of peace. Thirty years. This is the time that grandpa left for the world. And I am the 37th generation tinker of the Chen family. A cracked pot repairs a pot, a cracked river repairs a cauldron, and a broken man repairs his soul. If the Yellow River never dries up, the pot will continue to be replenished. This is not a ghost-catching story. This is a story about "repair" - using the lives of three generations to repair a cauldron that will never be completed; using the life of a young man to guard a river that will never dry up.