Three Fingers Measure the Heavens

A down-on-his-luck young man named Qiu Yuan was driven to the brink by fate. A randomly assigned train ticket sent him into a downpour in Yunmeng Mountain.

While taking shelter in a cave, he kindly let a mysterious old Daoist stay with him, making a crude bed out of dry grass and loose stones.

When the Daoist awoke, he touched Qiu Yuan's brow with one finger. In an instant, vast esoteric classics such as the Book of Changes, Qimen Dunjia, and Ziwei Astrology flooded into Qiu Yuan's mind like a raging torrent...

When Qiu Yuan came to after the agonizing pain, the old Daoist had vanished without a trace. Outside the cave, the rain had passed and the sky had cleared.

Back in his rented room, Qiu Yuan gazed at the fading golden flecks in his eyes in the mirror. His fingers moved unconsciously as he calculated: his neighbor's ancestral jade pendant was about to be stolen.