Three generations of my family have passed away alone, but each generation died suddenly in middle age.
Until my grandfather's funeral, there were no bones in the coffin, leaving only half a volume of "Zhen Ling Pu" and a wordless stele.
According to the practice of Feng Shui, there are two types of homes: the Yang house for people and the Yin house for souls.
And I, the Chen family, guard a forbidden technique that has been lost for three thousand years——
No corpses are buried, no evil spirits are suppressed, only unfinished causes and effects in the human world are suppressed.
Seventy-two spiritual points, seventy-two obsessions.
Every time a monument is built, one has to experience injustice, sin and redemption.
The orthodox Feng Shui regards me as a heretic, and the cause and effect of earth veins robs me of my longevity.
People in the world seek wealth and luck, and look for dragons to point their acupoints.
But I want to use my body of yang fire to warm the wordless monument and appease the souls in the world who refuse to rest in peace.
When the monument is there, people are there; when the monument is broken, people die.
When the last wordless monument was erected in the Kunlun veins,
Only then did I understand that true Feng Shui never means changing one's fate against the will of nature.
Rather - only by being at peace with cause and effect can we achieve peace in the world.
