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I am not a feng shui master, but a high school student who failed in the college entrance examination. I write some boring things in the summer vacation. It's just that all my things are meaningful, and some of them are metaphors of my real experience. For example, Dong Xuan who knows me knows who she is. She changed my view of life. This is a very cunning person, but I didn't leave too many memories about her in my mind.
Three thousand years of geomantic omen have been spent in deciphering codes. Some people know the answer, others don't. Maybe it doesn't matter. Everyone is just a pawn in heaven. Some experts do well, and some masters do badly. I've always wanted to say: people bury thieves, I bury heroes, but that's what God means, not how good their skills are. Maybe I haven't met the master yet, but God won't let more and more people escape from the wheel of destiny, because then it will lose its power as the supreme master. Therefore, Yang Gong is in a hurry. He doesn't want everyone to be harmed by mediocrity, and he can't make this extremely destructive method public, just like making the refining method of enriched uranium public, which is very sinful.
If you want to learn Feng Shui, you must have heard through the grapevine, and you must have heard the phrase "Nature is the body, and the day after tomorrow is the use". In fact, he's saying ...