There is more dirt than there are stones in Northern Shaanxi.

A temple built with stones stands on the plateau.

Yajun, the temple guardian, makes a living as a peasant. Without warning, he abandons his family and travels around the arid landscape. It is said that he becomes an itinerant doctor and saves people from illness. However, he himself frequently sinks into the entanglement of life and death: he cannot be killed by knife, by hitting the wall, by sleeping pills, by pesticides…He is not a human anymore, but a stone.

As winter gives way to spring, two “divine sheep” that are to be sacrificed still romp and roam on the grassy slope.