Destiny's Son Feng Shui Master

One is fate, two is luck, three is feng shui, the four are accumulation of yin virtue and five is reading. Cry three times when you fall to the ground, you are destined to be ugly. My name is Shen Ye. On the day I was born, it rained heavily for three days and nights in the village, and flash floods destroyed half of the bridge. The midwife said that I neither cried nor fussed when I landed, staring straight at the beams with my eyes open. It wasn't until my grandfather slapped me on the back that I burst into tears—that cry shook half of the crown of the old locust tree in the yard off. Grandpa said that this child's destiny is too tough, with bad luck in his horoscope, and he will not survive until the age of thirteen. In order to extend my life, my grandfather changed his destiny and lost ten years of his life. When I was thirteen years old, I had a high fever that wouldn't go away. It reached 42 degrees Celsius and my internal organs felt like they were on fire. My grandfather used a secret method passed down from our ancestors to save me, but he himself died mysteriously and tragically five years later. When he died, his orifices were bleeding, his hands were chewed by something until only bones were left, but there was a smile in his mouth. Only then did I realize that he had taken care of the cause and effect for me. Before he died, my grandfather stuffed a tattered "Secret Record of Qingnang Fengshui" into my arms, leaving only one sentence: "Shen Ye, our lineage has been passed down for seventeen generations, and every generation has to die a good death. You can either pass on this craft or find a way to break this curse." I chose the third path - I wanted to find out who put this curse on my Shen family. My name is Shen Ye. I was eighteen years old that year. I inherited my grandfather's legacy and embarked on the path of being a Feng Shui master.