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"Bang!" She was hit by the motorcycle and fell like a rose petal. My fiancée Liu Fangfang pushed me away with all her strength and fell into a pool of blood. Her last words were: "We can only wait for the next life..." This is "520". On our way to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate, the crime scene was a blind spot for surveillance. Frustrated, I escaped to Huanglong Taoist Temple, became a disciple of Taoist Master Qingyun, and practiced the "Wisdom of Eyes": I can sense the moods of living people and touch the thoughts of the dead. Three months later, I went down the mountain to work as an intern at Fushou Funeral Home. When I was on duty late at night, I actually felt the residual thoughts of the deceased, but I used the power on Fangfang but got nothing - because I needed a stronger aura while being frozen. Old classmate Zhang Xiong came to visit and joked that sleeping in a black body bag could cure insomnia. Two days later, Mr. Zhang of the funeral home discovered that his son was missing. After a review, he determined that there was an extra body in the freezer... The police cracked the secret and the secret emerged - it turned out that the murderer and accomplices were always by my side... The assailant hit and killed Fangfang and came to me to inquire about the situation in fear. As a result, he unexpectedly froze to death in the funeral parlor - this is wonderful karma! Mr. Zhang suffered a mental breakdown due to the loss of his son. Finally, with the help of the Taoist priest, I successfully sensed Fangfang's last thoughts: "Saving you means saving myself." "Don't forget, we made an appointment to meet again in the next life..." During this period, the Taoist priest met his lover from more than 20 years ago, and he and Fangfang have a special blood relationship... Death is like a lamp going out, but there are still sparks on the wick. It is these sparks that the "Intelligent Eye Skill" detects - they are not ghosts, but the remnants of love, the remnants of emotion, and the memories of life.

*5 Chapter Short Story* "My" grandfather made up his mind that on the day of his eightieth birthday, he would nail the coffin that he had slept in for twenty years alive and bury him in the grave. All this is a scam by Mr. Feng Shui. He used the lie of "sleeping in a coffin to accumulate good fortune and benefit his descendants" to trick his grandfather into using the coffin as a bed, and then sold the so-called "blessings" gained from sleeping in the coffin to customers seeking wealth and luck. What's even more disgusting is that Mr. Feng Shui tricked my grandfather into blindly following the "living burial" - voluntarily entering the coffin on his eightieth birthday and passing on the blessings for the rest of his life to future generations. In fact, he sold the "blessings" to cancer patients at a high price. After the "bang bang" sound of Mr. Feng Shui nailing the coffin, there was the "bang bang" sound of the grandfather knocking on the coffin board, asking for help... After he woke up, he urgently needed his grandson to pry the coffin for rescue... The "Bagua Tray" rumored to come from Wudang Mountain was originally made by Feng Shui apprentices who used a funnel to add red and blue ink every day to adjust the Yang fish and Yin fish of the Bagua. He originally bought the "blessing" at a high price of 30,000 yuan to help the liver cancer get better. When he was "nailed in the coffin", he received a call that it turned out to be liver cysts and gallstones. Mr. Feng Shui smiled bitterly when he was arrested. He was also forced by life. He is actually a graduate of a prestigious university in Beijing, a senior in the same major who was decades earlier than "me". The story exposes the deceptions of charlatans and provides an in-depth analysis of the weaknesses of human nature: the grandfather's obsession with blindly dedicating himself to his children and grandchildren, the cousin's pursuit of wealth and speculation, and the uncle's dream of recovery... The story also appropriately quotes folk customs such as tomb feng shui, fortune and longevity talismans, Bagua plates, and peach wood swords. The lesson the story teaches people is: fortune tellers cannot calculate blessings, family love is the real blessing.