Qinling Pulse Keeper

There is an inkstone thatched cottage at the foot of Taibai Mountain. The owner, Qin Yan, only half-heartedly collects medicinal herbs. His biggest wish is to save money to repair half of the collapsed pavement. Until the Ziwu Road construction team exploded a white snake, and the town began to smell of paper money. The old man said that mountains have their own rules - stones cannot be called stones, they must be called Huji; rain cannot be called rain, but must be called sprinkles. Do you think that's superstition? Qin Yan originally thought so, until he heard Shan talking. "Thread... The divine account... Don't look back." Only then did he realize that his ancestor was a pulse keeper, guarding the most important section of the Chinese Dragon Vein. The nodes are loose, and strange things happen frequently: someone wants to use the power of the dragon vein to change his life, and something has been trapped by it for thousands of years. This is a story about awe, and how a businessman who is afraid of death gradually keeps the rules in the mountains and turns them into the lights of thousands of families behind him.