## A Luban Ruler can change my life and death >My family has inherited the secret technique of Feng Shui from generation to generation, but I was punished by God for leaking the secret. >My grandfather told me before he died that I must not touch the compass in my life, otherwise I will suffer misfortune. >In order to make a living, I opened a shroud shop. I only sold paper candles on weekdays and never got involved. >Until that night, the little girl in red knelt outside the store, holding millions in cash and kowtowing. >"Sir, please change the feng shui of my home." >I was about to refuse, but I caught a glimpse of the pattern of life and death on her palm that was exactly the same as mine... --- The compass of our Li family, passed down to my generation, has become too rusty to be moved. It's not the rust of time, it's God's punishment. Before the old man died, his withered claw-like hands gripped me painfully, and his eyes were fixed on me: "Jingzhe... Remember... Never touch that compass again... Not even take a look... Our family's debt to God... Is enough to repay in ten lifetimes..." I understand. The father who died suddenly in the family and the aunt who died young never lived past forty-five. They all let out too many secrets and let the lightning strike to pieces of Fuyin. I opened a "Zheji Shroud" in a corner in the south of the city, selling incense, candles and paper money to make ends meet and avoid disaster. The days are as heavy as the smell of accumulated paper dust in the store, which cannot be wiped away. I don't care about the house, the land, or anything related to Feng Shui. The golden compass that once cut off the fate of mountains and rivers in the world has long been wrapped in black cloth and sunk into the old well in the backyard. I thought my whole life would just go by in despair. Until that night, the heavy rain made the streets blurry. The rolling shutter door was halfway closed, and I was about to turn off the lights, when my eyes suddenly caught sight of a blur of red figures outside the door. It's a little girl. She was about seven or eight years old, soaked to the skin, with a pale face, and a red dress that made her eyes hurt. She just knelt upright in the rain, holding a bulging black travel bag tightly in her arms. The rain was so thick that she couldn't open her eyes, but she ignored it and knocked her head towards me with a "dong" sound, causing water to splash everywhere. The voice was thin and trembling, but it broke the rain curtain: "Sir... Please... Help me... Please change the feng shui of my house!" My heart suddenly twitched and I hardened my heart: "I have found the wrong person. I only sell shrouds and don't know how to read feng shui." She seemed not to have heard, and kowtowed again, and the rain mixed with the mud and blood on her forehead flowed down: "Only you can save... Them... They are all going to die..." She trembled and opened the zipper of her travel bag. Inside was a stack of hundred-yuan bills tightly tied, the corners wet by the rain. "One million... Deposit... If it's done..." She raised her face, and the rain rolled down like tears, "Please..." The money was so red that it looked like blood. My throat was dry, and the agitation that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Li family and was forcibly extinguished by me was like ashes splattering with sparks. I almost shouted: "I said no! Get out!" But just when she raised her bruised forehead again, spread out her muddy palms and continued to plead - my eyes froze. The pupils suddenly narrowed. In the wet palm of her right hand, there was a strange blue-black line running across it, twisting like a snake, running straight from the tiger's mouth to the tip of her middle finger! That pattern... I spread out my left hand. In the palm of my hand, there is an exact mark! The color, direction, and lingering air of death are all exactly the same! Grandpa's last words struck his mind like thunder: "Jingzhe... The palms of our family... All have a 'mark that breaks the calamity of life and death'... The seal of heavenly punishment... The mark spreads to the fingertips... It's the moment when the life is exhausted..." This mark is unique to the blood of the Li family and has been passed down from generation to generation. It is a life-threatening talisman! How could this unknown girl in red have it on her hands? ! Chill rushed from the soles of my feet to Tianling Gai, and the blood all over my body froze. It was raining heavily outside the store, and amid the sound of rushing water, the kneeling girl seemed to have crawled straight out of hell, holding the verdict of my Li family. The compass in the well seemed to be humming silently across the thick well water and endless darkness. I looked at her despairing and pale face, and then at the reminder of death in her palm, and felt a lump in my throat. Old man, this calamity... Cannot be avoided. The voice was too dry to be his own: "... Get up.
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