I Guard a Broken Taoist Temple

My name is Chen Jiu. I am 22 years old. I graduated from the Department of Architecture and work in a small decoration company with a monthly salary of 3,500. In my spare time, I guard a Taoist temple that is about to be demolished - Beidi Temple. My father has been gone for four years and is said to have died of illness. I don't believe it. A person who can climb to the top of a mountain in a thunderstorm to draw a talisman is gone? He left behind three things: a ruined temple, a string of peach wood rosary beads, and half of the "Qing Nang Fragments" with pages missing. There are also three rules: you are not allowed to read Feng Shui before you are twenty years old; you cannot sell the view even if it is dismantled; do not take the initiative to find the missing half of the scroll. It wasn't until the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month that I found a three-inch-long paper figure in the pocket of a possessed worker at the construction site - a pin was inserted into the sole of the foot, and the birth date was written in cinnabar. The weariness of nailing feet in "Lu Ban Jing". I thought it was just an ordinary haunted house, until I opened my grandpa's diary, and the last page read: "Seventy-two, thirty-six have been found. Beidi Temple is the seventy-second, which is also the main eye. I can't hold on any longer..." It turns out that what my father has been guarding for twenty years is not a Taoist temple. It's a game that can turn an entire city into a living hell. Feng Shui searches for the dragon's acupoints, and the right talisman and thunder method are used. I am both a Feng Shui master and a Taoist priest. Some people say that if I commit the crime of being alone, people close to me will suffer. But the woman named Cheng Wan didn't believe in evil. She came to the door with my father's jade pendant and said that my grandfather had done her a favor four years ago - And that job is related to my father's death.