Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

Having gained some wealth, the thresholds of the wealthy landowners in the county were high, and your threshold was also high, even an inch higher. The wealthy landowners had many wives, and you had one more, so you had to outshine them and vent your anger.

[Once anger takes hold, it's hard to calm down. When you finally wake from this dream, you realize it was all for naught. So you laugh twice, then look at your wife and children with tears in your eyes, knowing that someone will come to collect debts tomorrow. How can you bear to go? Overwhelmed with shame, you bite off your tongue and commit suicide, ending your life of poverty.]

Heaven and earth are a scale, its weights weighing good and evil; those who do good receive three taels of silver.

[A fleeting dream, wealth and status are hard to find. Rating: Lower-Category C.]

[Reward: Threshold Method: Basic Feng Shui.]

[Annotation: This allows one to observe the feng shui of a small space.]

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After quickly glancing over the craftsman's life story, Li Feng couldn't help but sigh. It was truly a case of reaping what you sow; this log was carrying the weight of the top craftsman's fortune, something no ordinary person could bear.

However, there were some things in this that shocked Li Feng. His cheap master seemed to have foreseen everything, not to mention the identity of the Corpse Master lying on the mule cart.

Li Feng knew very well that it was his father, the craftsman who had died unjustly in prison. It was also because his master had accumulated good karma that he was able to take on this job.

After much thought, Li Feng sighed, realizing that it was a pipe dream given to him by the craftsman's father, who, even in death, did not forget his child.

Pity the parents of the world.

Li Feng dismissed the thought, but then some doubts arose in his mind. If all of this was just a pipe dream conceived by the craftsman, then what about his experiences, and what was presented on the simulator...?

As he pondered the matter further, a chill ran down his spine. Li Feng dared not consider it any more carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he felt.

If we peel back the layers, we'll find that if the craftsman's birth chart isn't strong enough to suppress the negative energy, then this so-called "lucky beam," placed in his own ancestral temple, would be like supporting himself.

Regarding this "Luck-Suppressing Beam," Li Feng gleaned some insights from the life story of that Grand Master: using luck to support one's own destiny is a way to change one's fate.

I certainly wouldn't dare use this method myself. Looking at the fate of that Grand Master, one can naturally conclude that even though he was the top person in the Human Division, he still ended up with his family falling apart.

He was just a nobody, how could he possibly handle such a situation? But now he was facing a dilemma.

This grudge has already been brought in, and it won't be so easy to get rid of it, not to mention that Mr. Lin has already chosen the exact day for the groundbreaking ceremony.

The people in the gatehouse are very particular about rules, not because they are rigid, but because they respect them.

Little did people know that behind every rule lies a life lost.

After much thought, Li Feng had no other choice but to use his donations to exchange for some of the Grand Master's methods of divination, such as bone palpation and back massage, which was indeed a good method for geomancy.

He also started to think about that threshold method of geomancy. After searching for a long time, he finally came up with a solution. However, Li Feng didn't know if this solution could become a side hustle that he had created.

Others probably wouldn't be able to use it, but Li Feng could. With that thought, Li Feng focused his mind and continued to hone his acupoints, hoping to build a bridge in the next few days.

As time went on, I became increasingly worried that something else might go wrong.

Especially the things displayed on the simulator, which were deeply taboo.

You never know when someone might target you.

Thinking of this, Li Feng missed his master. If it weren't for his master's earnest admonitions, he would probably have become a wandering ghost by now.

This whole mess might have been a setup by the master craftsman; how could it be such a coincidence that the craftsman caused this unexpected turn of events?

With this thought in mind, Li Feng made up his mind.

Three more days passed in the blink of an eye. Li Feng woke up from his sleep and felt increasingly heavy. When he looked inward, he was shocked to find that the fire in the Yin Body Furnace had weakened considerably.

Li Feng knew how to fill the furnace of the Yang body with these ingots, but he really didn't know how to fill the furnace of the Yin body.

He was thinking to himself that he had to find a solution quickly, but he had much less money left in his hands, and it would take some time to exchange it for some magic spells to ward off evil spirits.

But right now we can't just grab anyone and sew up some charity money for them, let alone find some vicious people, who knows, that might be bad money.

Li Feng still had reservations about the matter of ill-gotten gains.

As he pondered this, a commotion suddenly broke out outside. It turned out that Yang Liuzi had brought his men from the county to break ground for the local temple.

As for the procedures for breaking ground, Li Feng didn't understand either. It's true that different professions are like different worlds, and only these master craftsmen can understand it.

Hearing the old craftsman talking to Mr. Lin, Li Feng stopped asking questions. He noticed that Yang Liuzi's face was covered in bruises and that he couldn't walk properly.

He frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Liuzi waved his hand, "It's nothing, it's nothing!"

Before Li Feng could ask further, a little boy following behind shouted, "It was Uncle Yang who stood up for us! Those creditors came to collect debts, and they conspired to ruin my life. They even threatened to send me to a beggar's den and my mother to a brothel!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Liuzi quickly tried to gag the child, his face turning so red it almost disappeared into his ears.

Seeing the look in Li Feng's eyes, Yang Liuzi said, "Master, please don't look down on me. I was also raised in a poor, chaotic county. This kid looks pitiful, with no one to rely on. You know how chaotic things are these days, everyone's living paycheck to paycheck. Anyway, we'll just take it one step at a time!"

Li Feng patted the boy on the shoulder, then took out some candy and fruit for him, making the boy grin and quickly call out, "Hello, Master! Hello, Master!"

Seeing this, Li Feng shook his head. Just as he was about to turn back into the temple, he heard the master craftsman shout, "The master is here! It's time to set the stake!"

Li Feng hurried forward and entered the courtyard. Seeing the master craftsman about to erect the boat-propulsion post, he quickly said, "Wait, wait! This post can't be erected like that; there's a proper way to do it!"

After saying that, Li Feng used the momentum to jump up and press down the green coin he was holding in his hand.

While everyone was still wondering, they saw that the boat-propulsion log, which was not even standing upright, suddenly tilted upside down without any apparent reason, which frightened everyone into scattering.