In his previous life, Ling Ciyuan was a junior fellow in the Daoyang Sect of Feng Shui Xuanmen. However, due to a catastrophe, he accidentally traveled to the present world and lived in the body of a boy with the same appearance and name who committed suicide just after he was admitted to college.
The boy's parents are unknown. Because he had cancer and could not afford the high tuition and medical expenses, he thought of committing suicide by swallowing a large amount of sleeping pills.
When he passed through, he found that the spiritual energy of this world was thin, and the Taoist Avenue had been forgotten by all people.
Ling Ciyuan had no choice but to return to his old profession of fortune telling.
Three hexagrams a day, one hexagram two thousand.
"Master, I want to calculate when my daughter can get married."
Ling Ciyuan: "Your daughter is about to be tricked into northern Burma by his new boyfriend."
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"Master, my family has been very unlucky recently for some reason."
Ling Ciyuan: "There should be something wrong with your home's feng shui."
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"Master, I always dream about my grandpa recently."
Ling Ciyuan: "Your grandfather has made a new old lady down there and wants you to burn something for her."
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