Notes on Lingshan Niches and Grottoes

Autumn 1996, Lingshan Five people entered the mountain, only three survived Grandfather Lu Jianghuai escaped from death in the mountains, destroyed a large number of manuscripts, and never mentioned the cliff near the river for the rest of his life. Years later, I dug out a torn cowhide notebook in the attic. In the remaining draft, at the bend of the river, there are thousands of cliffs cutting across the canyon. Among the clouds and mist, there are stone pillars that resemble dragons, hanging witch niches, and hanging coffins on the cliffs. Old people come to your door one after another An old man who is obsessed with finding his younger brother, a veteran team member who is burdened with guilt, an archaeological trainee who abides by his principles, a craftsman who is proficient in Feng Shui, and a group of people with different goals, gather in the embrace of the river. A group of people set foot on the cave ruins of the ancient shaman, inspected the bones, discerned divination, and examined the earth's veins. Mountains and rivers are dangerous and people's hearts are unpredictable Those unspoken guilt, regrets and lies will eventually find their answers deep in the spirit mountain.