The north wind carried heavy snow, covering the Qingshi Town deep in the Taihang Mountains in silvery white. In the Li family ancestral hall at the east end of the town, there are enough ice edges hanging down from the eaves, but they cannot stop the deathly silence that permeates the ancestral hall - Li Yanqiu, the only son of the third generation of the Li family, has been in a coma for three days and is dying.
In the main hall of the ancestral hall, three animal sacrifices were placed on the table of the Eight Immortals. The three sticks of incense in the incense burner were burning brightly and dimly. The smoke lines were twisted and refused to go up. Instead, they meandered against the altar table, as if their path was entangled by something. Several Feng Shui masters in long robes gathered around the young man behind the altar table, their expressions as solemn as iron. Among them, the eldest Wang Banxian, the compass pointer in his hand was spinning wildly, and the red needle made a tinkling sound on the copper case, and he could not get his bearings.
"Evil nature, so evil nature." Wang Banxian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling, "The Li family's ancestral tomb is a shady house that I personally inspected. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, hiding the wind and gathering energy. It was supposed to be an auspicious place for three generations of wealth. How could such a misfortune happen?"
The young gentleman next to him agreed: "Yes, Master Yanqiu has been smart and tough since he was a child, so he shouldn't have suffered this misfortune. Could it be that... He bumped into something unclean?"
Mr. Li was leaning on a cane with a dragon head, his withered fingers were clenched until they were white and his knuckles were turning green: "Gentlemen, as long as you can save my grandson, the Li family is willing to go bankrupt!"
At this moment, the door of the ancestral hall was pushed open with a creaking sound, and the cold wind rushed in carrying snow foam, causing the candlelight to sway violently. An old man wearing a washed green preacher's robe stood at the door, his beard and hair all white.
