The ten fingers calculate life and death, and Feng Shui points to wealth.
I originally wanted to rely on my half-baked Feng Shui fortune-telling skills to make a living, but I accidentally triggered the "Eight Meridians Locking Dragon" Feng Shui tactic. A serious danger was approaching, and the only way to break this ominous situation was to change my fate.
People wandering the Nanling Mountains, people fishing for corpses from the Yellow River, people carrying coffins on ancient roads...
Masters of various metaphysics come on stage one by one, competing for fate. At the end of the Dharma, who is in charge of the ups and downs?
I am the only great Feng Shui master!
