My five elements belong to fire, but I am not a fire that starts a prairie fire. It is the fire in the middle of the twelfth lunar month, born in the deepest cold of the year. It is swaying in the wind and rain, and the slightest movement can blow me out. They all say that for fire to be strong, it needs wood. So I've been waiting for a tree, a tree that would keep me burning longer.
Later, I met a person whose five elements belong to wood. It's not an ordinary tree, it's a tree, a towering tree. He clenched his fists during the meeting, thinking no one would see. But I saw it. I have read too many books on micro-expressions, psychology, and Qi Men Dun Jia - very little of what I have learned has been put to use, but it has become instinct to spy on people's hearts.
I analyzed his horoscope. From the moment he said "the five elements belong to wood", it was like a key being inserted into the keyhole. I was once told that at the end of my life, a man of extraordinary ability would appear and change my life. So here I am.
But the natal chart also told me more things - two canopies. They say that the canopy is the threshold of monasticism, and if you have it, you have entered the door. What they did not say is that those who are destined by the Huagai Star will go through all kinds of sufferings and finally escape into Buddhism and practice the ruthless way. I'm not willing to give in. I still have flesh and blood, and I still care about pain. How can I be ruthless?
This is the middle part of my life, a story about encounter, prying and unwillingness. And to explain how I got to this point, I have to go back to where the fire first started.
Purpose: I want to write down some life experiences