Dingshenmu

The thing Xu Zhao disbelieved in most in his life was God. He was born in Rongtou Village, Wushi County, Chiming Island. His grandfather was the oldest boy in the village. Every year on the 15th day of the first lunar month, on the Junpo Festival, a piece of steel would pierce his cheek without bleeding, and the whole village would kneel on the ground. Xu Zhao has only one comment on this ancestral craft: feudal superstition. Until that year on Junpo Day, two young men grabbed a piece of black wood and shook it in front of him. The wood moved on its own in Xu Zhao's hands. The night he wore the rod, he heard someone else's voice coming from his mouth. After that day, he began to see things that others could not. After that day, he realized that his grandfather had hidden more things from him than he imagined. There is something sealed under the ground of Akiming Island. What the village temples offer are not tablets of gods, but locks. The Junpo Festival is not a sacrifice to the gods, but an annual routine maintenance. And there is a key hidden in the Xu family's bloodline. It is easy to ask God, but difficult to send Him away. But what's more difficult is that one day you discover that the person you invited may not be God.