Northeast Xianma Notes

A red cloth, three chi and three cun long; the old shaman’s household has its immortal retinue. One day out of the deep mountains, and your name will spread across the four seas and ten thousand households!

I was born in a rural village in Northeast China in the 1980s. When I was seven, a spirit medium said that I was doomed to three disasters and eight hardships, and that in the future I would become a spirit-medium disciple. I didn’t believe it, but misfortunes kept befalling me. To make a living, I worked as a waiter, did sales, drove a taxi... But as if under a curse, strange and supernatural things kept happening around me. In the end, I had no choice but to become a spirit medium.

(This story is adapted from real events. The related people and plot are fictional; please do not blindly apply it to reality. Beware of being deceived.)