First comes fate, then luck, then feng shui. In this world, feng shui is still a thriving trade. I’m a feng shui master, but I deal with tombs, not homes. A yang residence is where the living dwell, while a yin residence is where the dead are laid to rest. I never imagined that I’d be searching for a yin residence for one of my own. The deceased was my master, Zhang Daosheng. He spent his entire life reading feng shui for others, and now that he was dead, I had to do the same for him. Why introduce my master so simply, in that tone? Because he and I were the sort who could barely stand the sight of each other. I studied feng shui under him from childhood, but he taught me to read yang residences, determined to bring blessings to the living. I chose a different path, doing feng shui for the dead instead. My master thought I’d fallen into depravity. He came back several times to lecture me, urging me to mend my ways and stay away from this business, or sooner or later I’d bring disaster upon myself. But now my master was dead, and his coffin sat right outside my house…
Very good, I like it very much
Just watched it, will comment later
The plot unfolds appropriately