Maoshan Fat Man

Maoshan, within the territory of Jurong, is the eighth cave of Taoism. Fatty Liu, the last disciple of the Maoshan Zhengyi sect, had a round face and a broad belly. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits. He looked like a candied haws seller, not a ghost hunter. The only problem is that she is greedy, and she is a bit lustful but not bold. She can only look at the older girl twice, and when she is glared at, she will look away with a smile. Before his death, the master put the leader's token into his hand, and he turned his hand and pressed it under the incense burner on the altar table. "I am not worthy of being the leader." He said, "The roots of Maoshan are not in the mountains, but in the world." So he carried a faded yellow cloth package and a half-broken copy of "Shangqing Lingbao Dafa" down the mountain. He doesn't understand forensic chemistry, but he understands people's hearts. He doesn't know how to analyze ballistics, but he can wait and see. He is not a policeman, but he has become the person who solved many old unsolved cases. In those cases, some people saw ghosts and some saw gods, but what Fatty Liu saw was the devil growing in people's hearts. Every case is a hexagram. Each hexagram reflects the seven emotions and six desires in the world. This is not a ghost story. This is the story of a man who uses Maoshan's skills and the science of criminal investigation to speak for the dead and solve puzzles for the living. Sixty-four hexagrams, sixty-four strange cases. The hexagrams illuminate people's hearts, and the cases reveal the common people.