A girl with a beautiful umbrella, exquisite shoes, and a pair of captivating legs walked away, carefree and without a hitch. She didn't give Chen Ergou any opportunity to indulge in fantasies, not even a little bit. Her life was like the Hei Nuo River, quietly flowing by without making a sound. Like Zhang Jiazhai or Sun Man'gong, she threw down a stone from above, then left without a care, not bothering whether it caused a huge splash or just a tiny ripple.

  Only Mu Xiaoyu was different from them. For two days in a row, Chen Ergou lay in the 70-yuan-per-night hotel room, thinking about the silly girl who had slept on the bed above him, her pure and charming face, her smooth skin, and her smile. In his opinion, a woman's body was like a bar of soap or a piece of warm jade - something he had never seen or touched before.

  At 8 o'clock in the morning, it was still that Chicken Cage Mountain and that Chicken Temple. Chen Ergou finally met Wang Huzi this time, but Wang Jiefang didn't come, and Zhang Sanqian followed along instead. As soon as they met, the child burst into tears and snot all over Chen Ergou's body. Anyway, his clothes were worthless, so Chen Ergou let Zhang Sanqian vent freely. This kid had seen too many goodbyes related to himself, and was probably scared out of his wits, leaving a shadow in his heart, and was on edge for three days before he could finally relax. Zhang Sanqian cried so hard that it shocked the heavens and moved the gods. The people of Zhangjiashan saw this scene and thought that they would have to gossip and curse behind their backs again about how this little bastard had no conscience, wailing in front of outsiders like that. But they hadn't seen him cry at all when his father, who wore a big green hat, died and was buried.

  Zhang Sanqian saw the temple in the south for the first time, and Wang Huzi didn't hesitate to spend a dozen or so yuan on tickets. Chen Erdou accompanied them on another stroll, and along the way, Wang Huzi showed off his knowledge of Feng Shui, "Nanjing has a 'Tiger's Lair Dragon's Coil' terrain, which is said to have been surveyed by Zhuge Liang. My master says it's probably just a legend. According to the old man, the Purple Mountain is the dragon's head because it faces north, and that's why Zhu Yuanzhang, the beggar emperor of the Ming Dynasty, dug many wells in Nanjing City. The Observatory to Taiping Gate is the dragon's neck, entering Wutai Mountain is the dragon's spine, and ending at Yeshan Temple. As for the tiger's lair, the old man didn't elaborate, so I'll have to take some time to explore and see for myself. Anyway, the biggest flaw in Nanjing's Feng Shui is the straight and horizontal water of the Yangtze River. Feng Shui is all about hiding wind and gathering water, but the Yangtze River flows too fast, which is why the dynasties that built their capitals in Nanjing were mostly short-lived and only controlled half of China."

  Zhang Sanqian was shocked and dazed, Chen Erdou didn't comment, letting this young master talk nonsense, if it's to blame, it's because the guy who met on the train for the first time left a bad impression of being a charlatan. Along the mountain path, they finally arrived at the Huameng Pavilion, which was originally built by Zhang Zhidong, and then the three people finished eight bowls of noodles in one breath, Zhang Sanqian had a small body but a big appetite, he alone finished four bowls, anyway, this money was left over by Wang Hu, so Zhang Sanqian didn't mind at all.

  On one side of the Huomeng Building is a pavilion called Yini Tang. Under the eaves, there is a sign that reads "The Flowing Place of Buddhist Objects". Several staff members saw them and were very enthusiastic. At first, Wang Huzi was talking about the origins of those objects, smiling brightly, but when Chen Ergou's tone seemed unintentional to buy, they immediately turned away, showing disdain and fatigue, and ignored the three people with empty pockets. Zhang Sanqian had a thin face and pulled Chen Ergou to leave, but he took up this and that, looking at them for half an hour, making those individuals almost angry enough to leave. On the other side of the Huomeng Building is the Buddhist Scripture Circulation Pavilion, which offers free viewing. A woman in her fifties was reading a book of unknown scriptures, not busy soliciting donations from tourists or hastily promoting Buddhism to Chen Ergou and his group. She was very calm and composed. She was the old nun who had let Chen Ergou and the girl into the side hall to listen to the chanting. When she saw Chen Ergou, she smiled lightly, and when she saw Zhang Sanqian, she also smiled, but soon put her mind back on the scriptures, ignoring everything else.

  The abbot didn't notice the old nun, busy as he was teaching Zhang Sanqian the Feng Shui techniques he had learned from his master and stolen, having made up his mind to take Zhang Sanqian as his apprentice. He pretended to be serious and said: "This Ji Ming Temple is not simple. According to my master's comprehensive knowledge of Jin Suo Lian Tou Pai and Li Qi Pai, the temple has a good Feng Shui pattern, with water in the northwest and mountains in the northeast. Twenty years ago, the temple's energy was excellent, beneficial for cultivation. In the next twenty years, it will be slightly weaker, but overall, Ji Ming Temple is still a good place. Sanqian, in history, those high-ranking monks or Daoist priests with great abilities and sharp eyesight liked to occupy a place with good Feng Shui, just to improve their cultivation. Of course, I'm not saying you should follow me to become a monk, but the things I teach you are still useful today, such as which buildings are good, or what days are suitable for doing certain things, and what taboos to avoid. With this knowledge, your life will be smooth sailing."

  Zhang Sanqian didn't show much expression, with an attitude of half-believe and half-doubt.

  Wang Hu Ze didn't rush, and mysteriously whispered to Chen Er Gou: "My master also said that after ****, there was a teacher who came here to practice, with pure Taoist wind, and many government officials would come early in the morning to sweep the floor, making offerings to the Buddha, my master had been to Ji Long Shan to worship Guanyin at Ji Ming Temple, unfortunately didn't climb that tower, he regretted it, when he came the old nun had already passed away, alas, the old man spent his whole life searching for a high-ranking person in the world, but couldn't find one, he lived a really stifling life."

  An old nun who was quietly reading a book put down the scripture and turned her head to smile: "There are eight hundred side doors, three thousand left paths, riding a donkey to find a donkey is not laughable, only regrettable."

  Wang Hu furrowed his brow, staring at the old nun as he pondered the deeper meaning of her words. When dealing with Buddhist and Taoist practitioners, his master had told him to be mindful of their sharp tongues, so he dared not respond casually.

  "Third Uncle, what's the meaning of 'beside the door eight hundred, left path three thousand'? Rich Uncle told me to call Zhang Eight Hundred, but you gave me Zhang Three Thousand, is that how it came about?" Zhang Three Thousand blinked his eyes with a curious expression and tugged on Chen Second Dog's sleeve.

  "No." Chen Ergou shook his head and said.

  The old nun had no intention of engaging in a deep conversation, picked up another scripture and continued to flip through it.

  Holding Zhang Sanqian's hand, Chen Ergou turned around and left, not forgetting to strike back at Wang Huzeng who had been suppressed by the old nun's words: "Sanqian, don't believe that nonsense of your brother Huzeng. Your great-grandfather said that Nanjing has the Purple Mountain Dragon Coiled in the east, the Stone Mountain Tiger Crouched in the west, the Qinhuai River in the south, and the Xuanwu Lake in the north, which just happens to form the four auspicious beasts of Qinglong, Baihu, Zhuque, and Xuanwu. As for a small city's layout, Nanjing is a blessed place that has been favored by geomancers throughout history. However, when placed on China's map, it is actually a dead gate in the nine palaces and eight trigrams. That's why Nanjing can't compare to Beijing until now."

  Zhang San made a ghost face at Wang Hu's leftover breakfast.

  The child happened to see the old nun turn her head and look at Chen Ergou's weathered face, with a calm and unruffled expression but surprised eyes.

  "Wait a minute."

  The old nun suddenly stopped Chen Ergou and asked as calmly as possible: "Sir, may I ask if your surname is Chen?"

  Chen Ergou nodded, thinking to himself: Could it be that this teacher has a knack for predicting the future?

  In the temple of Chicken Nest Mountain, an old nun who had seen through half of her life trembled and said: "Is your grandfather's surname Chen and his name Half Idle? Half of half, idle of leisure."

  As soon as this was said, Wang Huzi was stunned and speechless. There is no name in the world that can make General Wang Huzi's ears buzz like thunder, but being called "Young Master" by people in the Taoist community, who regard him as a profound and mysterious geomancer, everything still owes to that blind old man who had never seen a superior in his life. Years ago, he closed his eyes and died, but the blind old man's travels south and north were not all in vain, and many places went just to find those three or four true immortals of the Qiankun Fengshui school, one of whom happened to be named Chen Banxian.

  Few people born in the 70s and 80s have heard of this old man, but when the blind old man was alive, he liked to mention that old man with Wang Hu while drinking, his face full of admiration, with a humble attitude of being willing to be a subordinate.

  Who is Chen Banxian?

  Chen Banshen, half a fairy.

  It is rumored that after the founding of the country, half of the mysterious and obscure intricate arrangements under the square outside the Forbidden City were made by him.

  Although Wang Huzi always regarded "Chen Banshan" as an unattainable legend and a blind old man's rumor, the name Chen Bansi was still deeply imprinted on Little Master Wang Huzi's mind. In terms of Feng Shui and fortune-telling, believing it is possible, not believing doesn't mean it's impossible. The blind old man taught him a truth over a decade, which is now considered superstition, but may become the honored guest in the scientific hall in the future.

  Unfortunately, Chen Ergou gave a very disappointing answer to Teacher Tai and Wang Hu, "No."

  The old nun let out a sigh of disappointment and smiled apologetically at Chen Ergou, then turned back to continue reading Buddhist scriptures. She had a calm and composed demeanor that came from a lifetime of studying scriptures, which couldn't be faked or acted out. Wang Huzi started to look around suspiciously, trying to find some clues, but unfortunately, the old blind man hadn't even seen Chen Banshan's extraordinary abilities, let alone reveal any hints to his half-baked apprentice Wang Huzi. Moreover, the person standing in front of him wasn't Chen Banshan, but rather Chen Ergou, who was only a young man and possibly a grandson or great-grandson of the same surname. The surname Chen was one of the top ten most common surnames among the hundred family names, which made Wang Huzi feel even more disheartened. He hung his head in disappointment, making the traitor's head look even more ridiculous.

  Chen Ergou smiled.

  The fist thrust into his pocket was clenched around the coin Cao Jing had given him.

  In my mind, there is only a small mound in front of me, with the words "Tomb of Grandfather Chen Fusheng" engraved on it. The narrow and humble tombstone is extremely desolate and bleak. (If you want to know what happens next, please log in, more chapters are available, support the author, support the official version!)