Nan Tan Bei Sa

As the river surges, a dusty old altar and a roll of urn bags hidden by ancestors accidentally fall into the hands of a young man from the countryside. The world's folk customs are roughly divided into two parts. In the south, there is an altar for admission, where cases are placed on the table, people enforce the law, and the altar is in charge of affairs; In the north is the Sa Cheng Ling Qiao, where incense and fire can communicate with the spirit, manifest through the body, and induce and channel spirits. The young man packed his bag and carried an old basket to bid farewell to his homeland. Go south to look for ancient altars hidden in the mountains and forests, and go north to visit the incense halls outside the pass. Is this a human being who is the master of the Dharma and maintains his own mind? Or use your body as a bridge to channel the spirit into your body? Traveling thousands of miles, I went to the altar to debate the truth. Regardless of the level of the sect, just seek a right path of your own. Nantan asked, Beisa looked at the heart.