Track

The heaven and earth have order, which is the track. The stars move, the mountains and rivers change, and people's hearts become confused, all because of the cracking of the rails. Shen Yan is guarding the half-volume fragment left by his grandfather, and in the gaps of modern cities, he is picking up ancient patterns that are regarded as superstitious by the world. Feng shui is not a mysterious talk, talismans are not illusions, and strange gates are not tricks - they are the rules of heaven and earth carved by ancient ancestors, the lost high-dimensional order, and the last unbroken thread before the fault of civilization. There is no chance from heaven, no portable system, no fighting power in the sky, no stars holding the moon. With only one pair of hands, one pair of eyes, and pages of yellowed notes, he searched for dragon veins in the gaps between buildings, discerned stars in the depths of neon lights, and kept himself clear in the ghostly world of people's hearts. From the old streets of the market to the ancient ruins, from the order of the world to the disorder of the world, He is cautious in every step, tolerant in every aspect, does not strive for hegemony, is not invincible, does not have a harem, and is not ostentatious. Only when civilization is about to collapse, he uses his mortal body to repair the cracks in the world. The road is hidden in the wild, and the track is hidden in the subtleties. All the seemingly unpredictable fates and disasters in the world are just because some people have forgotten that there are rules in heaven and earth.