Her Mountain Temple

Lin Xi, an atheist who only went to the temple to enjoy the air conditioning, was "touched" by Shan Yue, the god of the dilapidated mountain temple. The incense burned by the world has long been eaten by wild ghosts, and those "wishes come true" are all life-threatening transactions. Lin Xi was forced to work, rubbing incense with mugwort and pine needles to drive away ghosts and relieve people from misfortune. She shuttled between human obsessions and ghostly deceptions, and the god who was so weak that he was almost transparent no longer looked at her with innocence. "I don't believe in God. But I believe in you." Lin Xi, an atheist who only went to the temple to enjoy the air conditioning, was "touched" by Shan Yue, the god of the dilapidated mountain temple. The incense burned by the world has long been eaten by wild ghosts, and those "wishes come true" are all life-threatening transactions. Lin Xi was forced to work, rubbing incense with mugwort and pine needles to drive away ghosts and relieve people from misfortunes. She shuttles between the obsessions of people and the deceptions of ghosts, but the longer she stays in the "wishing gap", the less clear it is for her to tell whether it is ghosts or people who are more terrifying.