My name is Zhang Shouyi, 26 years old, Feng Shui master.
Grandpa left behind a compass, a manuscript, and a sentence: "In this business, you must be careful with your mouth and upright in your heart."
I opened a "Shun'an Hall" in the town, where I inspected homesteads, selected cemeteries, performed horoscope calculations, and presided over funerals. A hundred miles away, there will always be someone who thinks of me on weddings, weddings, and weddings. Talk less, have more rules, and only take one order a day.
Zhou Wan is an undertaker at a funeral home. He knows Chinese horoscopes, talks a lot, and is direct. We met at a funeral and became partners - I read Feng Shui, she chose the date; I presided over the funeral ceremony, and she performed plastic surgery during the burial.
The criminal in the Yang house turns back and bows the water, and the master loses money and hurts people. There is a thin line between gold and silver in a ghost house, and wealth and honor are not mutually exclusive. The child lost his soul and was called back with a bowl of water. If the horoscopes are incompatible, should we encourage separation or reconciliation?
In this business, if you don't use weird tricks to confuse the spirit, it is just a real old craft. Every case is a family story.
My name is Zhang Shouyi. The "one" of keeping one is the rule, the Tao, and also me.
Days pass day by day, life comes one after another.
