On the Misty Mountain, clusters of tea trees were distributed layer by layer like a flight of stairs.

　　There were more than a dozen unbroken tea gardens on the top of the mountain, which belonged to Ye Chuan's father. Or it should be said that it was an industry run by his father and several brothers.

　　Ye Chuan, a famous Taoist priest in the Tang dynasty, was the Divine Master Ye Fa who was responsible for dealing with the aftermath. This place, the entire town, and the seven villages were basically all descendants of the Ye family. However, it was recorded in the genealogy that his family settled here for generations and belonged to the direct descendants and the direct descendants.

　　In addition, since he could remember, under the guidance of his grandfather, he studied the Feng Shui metaphysics. According to his grandfather, this was the skill left by the ancestors, and it couldn't be destroyed by him.

　　Therefore, Ye Chuan had been studying Fengshui since he was a child, all the way until he graduated from college.

　　It was just a different era. Even if he liked geomancy and was also studying it, he had never thought that he could make a living by geomancy. Even his father did not approve of him doing this job.

　　Therefore, as soon as he graduated, he followed his father's advice to take part in the civil service examination.

　　However, the civil service examination was like thousands of troops crossing a wooden bridge. It was even more terrible than the ancient imperial examination. He had worked hard for a long time, but he still failed in the end. He even gave up for the second place and did not pass the examination.

　　At this time, he thought of his grandfather's words, saying that he was doomed to have no official fortune. Even if he could barely squeeze into his official career, he would end up with his head broken and his head bleeding.

　　The two failures made him feel tired, but a bigger blow was still at the end. When he learned the results and returned to the place he rented, he wanted to talk to his girlfriend.

　　In the rental house, his girlfriend, who had been with him for a few years, knew that he had failed in the exam. Under his stunned gaze, she packed her luggage without saying a word. He was very frightened and quickly asked for the reason.

　　"Let's break up."

　　His girlfriend took the luggage, left these words, and turned to leave. Ye Chuan only felt like he was about to suffocate, like falling into an ice cave. He wanted to save all this. He tried his best to stop it, even gave up his dignity, and begged bitterly, but he failed shamefully.

　　The cruel reality was too much for him to bear.

　　After graduating for more than half a year, nothing happened in the end. In the end, he was disappointed, which made him somewhat doubt his life.

　　What's more, when it rained one night, people were unlucky to even drink cold water. Just when he was confused, he received the bad news from his father. His grandfather passed away and enjoyed 98 years old.

　　He was heartbreaking and heartbroken, hurriedly returning home to cure the funeral. After several days of busy, it was the end of the funeral.

　　A series of blows also made him feel both physically and mentally exhausted. He directly fell seriously ill and lay in bed for a few days before he slowly recovered. After that, under the comfort of his friends and relatives, he also felt relieved.

　　"Where in the world there is no sweet grass, why do you miss a single flower?"

　　A man who was good at singing had passed away, so one should look forward to his life and continue to live his life.

　　Ye Chuan sighed faintly and walked slowly up the mountain.

　　His father was not talented in Fengshui. Therefore, he had already signed the contract for planting tea trees in the wild mountains under his grandfather's arrangement. After more than a decade, he had become quite famous. However, since he was not a famous brand, the profits were not very high. He had more than 100,000 yuan a year, which was enough for the family to live without worrying about food or clothing.

　　Ye Chuan walked up the mountain and saw his father watering the tea tree. He shouted in the distance and walked over briskly.

　　Mr. Ye put down the water set and sat on the rolling floor. He blamed, "It's better than you. You don't have a good rest at home. Why are you running up here?"

　　"Come up and have a look." Ye Chuan sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "Maybe I can do you a favor."

　　"That's right!"

　　Mr. Ye nodded and took out a cigarette from his pocket. He puffed out a mouthful of smoke and said, "You have graduated for so long... but you can't pass the civil service examination. What do you want to do in the future?"

　　"This..." Ye Chuan was very confused and didn't know how to answer.

　　"Why don't you stay here?" Mr. Ye suggested, "I remember that you seem to have majored in civil engineering in school. There are construction sites in the town, so you can go to move bricks."

　　"Move bricks?"

　　Ye Chuan widened his eyes. He was a college student anyway. Although college students were worthless in modern times, it was too shameful to ask him to move bricks. In a hurry, he changed his mind and said simply, "Dad, I'm not going to work. I want to be a feng shui master like grandpa..."

　　"What?" Father Ye frowned and instinctively objected, "You are so young, what feng shui master are you..."

　　"You're ambitious not because you're old. Can't young people look after Fengshui?" Ye Chuan whispered, "Besides, my level... Grandpa also recognizes it. I'm not worse than anyone else."

　　Ye Yifan's father was silent, smoking silently, and the fog lingered. After a long time, he asked, "Have you decided yet?"

　　"...Yes." Ye Chuan thought for a moment and felt that it was not bad to be a feng shui master. After all, in his impression, his grandfather had helped people see feng shui and paid a lot of money, so the process was much easier. Anyway, he had nothing to do now, so it was better to have a try.

　　Ye's father threw away his cigarette butt and took a puff of white smoke. He made up his mind and said, "Okay, you can go to Hangzhou."

　　"Huh?" Ye Chuan was stunned. He was confused. "Why are you going to Hangzhou?"

　　"Your Ninth Uncle has a Feng Shui store in Hangzhou." Ye's father said, "However, because he does not manage it well, he will close down soon. In the heat of his anger, he simply went abroad to go to the southern sea and intends to seek refuge with his friends, and then he will start over."

　　"Before he left, he handed over the shop to me and let me deal with it. Since you want to be a feng shui master, you should go and take over it. If you can start it, I agree to let you be a feng shui master. If you can't start it, you must listen to my arrangement. If you don't want to move bricks, you can run the business and sell the tea leaves at home..."

　　"Ninth Uncle?"

　　Ye Chuan was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered. The Ninth Uncle was his family uncle. He had learned geomancy from his grandfather for several years, and he seemed to have some ability. Because his grandfather was in the town, he didn't have a place for the Ninth Uncle to use his martial arts, so he went out to develop. He didn't think that he would eventually choose to stay in Hangzhou. But it sounded like he was leading a miserable life, so much so that his shop was almost closed.

　　Ye Chuan thought about it for a long time and finally made up his mind. He said firmly, "It's a deal!"

　　A few days later, on the way to Hangzhou, Ye Chuan was sitting in the back seat of a bus. He was playing with a gray and not very eye-catching wooden sign in his hand.

　　The small token was only half the size of a palm, and the shape of the arrow was very ordinary.

　　There was a picture of a leaf carved on the front of the board. The texture of the leaf was clear, and the meridians were clear. The strands of the leaf were connected with each other. It was well-organized and distinct.

　　The thing was Ye Chuan's grandfather. It was a special relic left for him. It was said that it was accidentally discovered when his grandfather repaired the ancestral shrine two years ago. It might have been a long-established antique.

　　Lying on the bed, Ye Chuan touched the patterns of the leaves on the wooden board with his fingertips, but his thoughts began to fly.

　　He had only made a provisional decision to become a feng shui master. In reality, he didn't have any specific plans for his future life.

　　However, he vaguely remembered that his grandfather had said that he was very talented. In ancient times, with his talent, even if he couldn't become a Celestial Master, he could still make a name for himself, become a famous feng shui master, and be admired by the world.

　　This seemed to be the truth...

　　This was because from a young age, no matter what feng shui book it was, he understood it at a glance, and could even execute it from one to the other. Some of the situations of feng shui that others thought were very complicated, very obscure and incomprehensible, but he felt that they were extremely simple, and could be seen at a glance. His grandfather discovered his talent and thus taught him the theory of feng shui from a young age, believing that he was born to eat this sort of food.

　　In other words, this was called a meal offered by the founder...

　　However, his grandfather also felt that the times were changing, and the geomancy masters could not remain unsophisticated, so they had to follow the situation and keep pace with the times. Therefore, his grandfather did not let him stay in the countryside to study Fengshui, but supported him to enter college and learn advanced cultural knowledge.

　　One had to say, his grandfather was truly open-minded, and he had great foresight. At the very least, after entering university, he had truly broadened his horizons, and had some new insights towards the ancient fengshui.

　　Maybe he was really suitable to be engaged in this industry...

　　As soon as he thought of this, Ye Chuan suddenly felt that his body swayed, and he seemed to be about to fly up and hit the roof of the car directly. At this moment, the high-speed bus even turned over directly and hit the nearby trees.

　　With a bang, Ye Chuan felt a pain in his forehead, and blood came out. The blood spilled on the board in his hand, and the leaf pattern on the board was dyed red.

　　Without any warning, a blazing light blossomed from the wooden tablet. In an instant, golden light shot out in all directions, a thousand streaks of auspicious energy appeared, and the multicolored light was like the waves of the great sea. It instantly submerged Ye Chuan within, causing him to be at a loss and unable to do what to do.

　　However, soon after, layers of rings of light surrounded him, causing him to feel a terrifying pressure.

　　For a moment, he only felt dizzy. Especially his eyes, under the burning light, made him feel that everything in front of him was dark, and there was a stabbing pain in his eyes.

　　In an instant, he couldn't help crying, and the tears fell like drops of water. It didn't take long for him to be unable to bear it. He couldn't help rolling and struggling on the seat, and finally fell into a coma.