I graduated from a top-tier university and was unemployed at home.
Put nicely, I was returning to my hometown to start a business. Put bluntly, I couldn’t find a job.
But my grandfather was the seventeenth-generation Grand Yin-Yang Master of the Qin family.
On my first day back in the village, I found a burial shroud stuffed inside the floorboards of my childhood friend’s house.
After saving his wife, I dug up the Lu Ban Repelling Curse Manual. Then a big shot from the provincial capital came knocking:
“Your grandfather ruined my business. You’ll pay the price.”
I smiled. “A son of the Qin family doesn’t run from trouble.”
I returned the favor with incense magic, shutting down a construction site; I searched for treasure and solved mysteries, settling old scores along the way.
I thought things would finally quiet down, but then all sixteen households in the village turned out to have been cursed with buried repelling charms.
After clearing them out house by house, the county’s business owners started lining up too.
Restaurant business is bad? The stove is in the wrong place.
A partner is cheating you out of money? Read his face: cheekbones higher than his nose, a born swindler.
A waiter is stealing? Triangular eyes and thin lips. Fired.
With physiognomy and feng shui, I could make it anywhere, in the city or the countryside.
Just as I was getting busy, my rival called again:
“My master has a book called The Secrets of Yin Dwellings. If it falls into Qian Mancang’s hands, it’s all over.”
“What’s that got to do with me?”
“The book is yours. I only want one thing inside it. Your grandfather knew more than I did. You’re the only one who can find it.”
The provincial capital. Qian Mancang’s turf.
Fine, I’ll go.
But Wu Tian? I don’t trust him.
Memorable lines:
· “A son of the old Qin family doesn’t run from trouble.”
· “Don’t hurt others, and don’t let others bully you.”
· “The road is long. Take it one step at a time.”
