Three thieves had just entered Beijing. The compass was broken, something was breathing underground, and someone in a yellow robe was crying on the top of the Guomao Building.
The big man in Tang suit stopped them: "You three guys, don't leave. If you get out of the Fifth Ring Road, this city will be over."
The boss took out the broken compass and said, "We are thieves, not Taoist priests."
The boss knelt down: "What you stole is the life of this city."
So the three thieves checked the dragon's veins during the day and broke into the door to pick the lock at night. Big bosses in the city lined up to beg them to "steal my house by the way."
Chen Xuan put the compass in place: "Don't worry, come one by one. After stealing this ticket, I have to go back to my hometown to repair the grave."
Intent: Three little people guard the dragon vein of the capital in a seemingly "stealing" way. In the dislocation of the ordinary and the extraordinary, they interpret the responsibility and chivalry of "regardless of status, protection regardless of high or low".