My name is Chen Jiu. When I was eighteen years old, my grandfather died.
Everyone in the village said that he died at the end of his life, but I was the only one who knew that he was silenced. Grandpa left me half a fragment of the "Qing Nang Jing" and a jade pendant with a map engraved on it. From that day on, I, a little Feng Shui master looking at graveyards, embarked on a path of no return.
The village tyrant wanted to occupy my homestead, and I made him suffer a series of misfortunes; the developer wanted to build a cemetery in the village, and I broke their trap; the Feng Shui master from the provincial capital wanted to kill me and silence me, but I made it impossible for him to come back. But the more I climbed up, the more I discovered that the game was terrifyingly big - aristocratic families in the provincial capital, grand masters in the capital, and the richest man in the south were all looking for the secrets left behind by my grandfather.
It wasn't until the "Tianji Pavilion" surfaced that I knew that this Feng Shui organization, which had been passed down for thousands of years, laid out the nine dragon veins in the world in an attempt to change the dynasty. And my grandfather was their defector. My parents died at their hands. My life experience hides the biggest lie.
In fifteen years, from village fighting to country fighting, from being alone to having three women standing beside me. In the end, I won the world, but lost to them.
Now that I'm back in the village, I think it's all over. Until a young man came to me with half a copy of the "Qing Nang Sutra"——
Another cycle.
