Lin Mo, twenty-two years old, graduated with a bachelor's degree and worked as a copywriter and planner in a small advertising company. His life is as dull as boiled water - endless overtime work, Party A's unreasonable demands, and a balance that is never enough at the end of the month. He thought he would live a mediocre life like this until that sultry dusk. On his way home after working overtime, he smelled a strange scent of sandalwood and accidentally turned into an alley he had never noticed. At the end of the alley is a second-hand bookstore called "Xuan Gu Bookstore", with a strange yellow paper taped to the door. Lin Mo touched it casually, and instantly felt a burning tingling sensation on his fingertips. The old man who opened the bookstore was named Zhou. He smoked cigarettes and wore a cardigan. He looked at him as if he was waiting for someone who was late for a long time. "You are short of life, so you shouldn't be here." Lao Zhou said. Lin Mo didn't take it seriously. But from that day on, strange things happened one after another - he could see the qi on the top of everyone's head, which was red, gray, and black; a pale golden nine-house pattern appeared on his right index finger, which could not be washed away; a huge star map and an old voice appeared repeatedly in his dream, saying something about "the nine hundred and ninety-ninth reincarnation." Lao Zhou told him: The pattern is called Luo Shutu, and it is a token left by a great master thousands of years ago. And he is the "person who should be robbed" selected by Luo Shu.
"I don't want this, can I wash it off?" "What do you think?" What Lin Mo didn't know was that the moment he touched the talisman, his fate had already deviated from the orbit of ordinary people. Feng shui, Liuyao, magic, Ziwei Dou Shu... A metaphysical world that he had never imagined slowly opened.
