No one in the capital wanted to listen to the old man who told fortunes at the city gates, with his endless rambling and nonsense.
Yet he was a master diviner who knew the heavens and understood the earth, a man even Heaven and Earth respected.
But he was old and frail, unable to cast even one more divination.
With no disciples to inherit his art, he carved a lifetime’s worth of feng shui and divination techniques into a broken yellow talisman.
As the stars shifted and the sun and moon revolved, the talisman witnessed the changing currents of feng shui between Heaven and Earth. At last, it took human form and called itself Ling Suanzi. Now it has embarked on the path of cultivation, vowing to calculate the secrets of Heaven and Earth with its frail, paper-thin body.
