My Grandpa Is the Village Feng Shui Master

I grew up in a mountain village. My grandfather was no ordinary man.

He didn't tell fortunes to swindle people out of money or put on spooky acts. He simply understood yin-yang and feng shui, read faces and judged situations, and knew how to protect homes and dispel evil.

The villagers respected and trusted him, though some laughed at him for being superstitious.

Only I knew that my grandfather possessed a secret feng shui art lost for a hundred years.

When I turned eighteen, my grandfather passed all his skills on to me:

reading qi, finding dragon veins, locating auspicious sites, discerning yin and yang, warding off misfortune and evil, and bringing prosperity to a household.

From then on, I embarked on a path no one else dared to take.

Strange happenings in mountain villages, haunted houses, cursed shops that drained fortunes, dragon veins that brought heartbreak...

I took on the jobs others feared to accept;

I solved the mysteries others couldn't unravel.

Upright and incorruptible, I never wronged the good or aided the wicked.

I traveled the world with the physiognomy passed down through my family,

and set the world in order through the righteous way of feng shui.