Buyi Qingwu Lu

I am a poor boy from the Loess Plateau in the northwest. In 1999, in order to raise medical expenses for my family, I was forced by life to have no choice. I followed a man who was missing half of his little finger and stepped into the secret business of folk Feng Shui. From a stupid young man in his early twenties, he has become a middle-aged man covered in weather. In the past few years, I have traveled all over the country, from the isolated village of Shashui in the northwest, to the gloomy old houses of Shanxi merchants, to the desperate situation deep in the Qinling Mountains; fortune tellers, fortune tellers, sinister foremen, life-hungry native masters... I have seen all the three religions and nine streams in the world. If you are interested, you may wish to make a pot of strong tea, bring a small bench, and let me slowly teach you the experiences of a folk Feng Shui master.