My grandfather practiced Feng Shui for fifty-five years and left me half a copy of "The Book of Changes" before he left.
The spine of the book was broken all the way, and it has been passed down for eighteen generations, and no one has seen the second half.
I am a junior in the history department and a materialist. I originally planned to write it as a folk cultural relic in my course paper.
Until the first seven nights, there were two more rows of footprints on the dust in the main room.
A row of Thousand Layers, it was my grandfather who did it.
A row of bare feet, wet with black mud, came from my grave.
There is a cinnabar note from my grandfather in the book: The game is open. Guo Gong's bureau.
The situation laid down by Guo Pu 1,700 years ago, what the previous seventeen generations have been waiting for, it is my turn for the eighteenth generation.
Others rely on supernatural powers to make this bowl of rice, but I rely on 86 points in the stele engraving class, fieldwork and three cloud disk backups.
Don't dare to calculate all the hexagrams.
But this time, it was my turn to shake.
