It was the twenty-third year of Tianxi. Rumours traversed the streets that the all-knowing Imperial Advisor suffered a great calamity and could not help but enter seclusion to focus on cultivation. However, the commoners secretly clapped their hands and rejoiced. In the winter of the same year, a young monk appeared in the Hui Zhou Fu’s Ningyang District. The monk’s monastic title was Xuan Min, his memories all missing, yet was versed in the arts of Feng Shui Kan Yu. On the very first day arriving in Ningyang, he did not hesitate to take care of a dangerous manor, picking up Xue Xian, who was hidden there, along the way. Since then, Xue Xian – who had been all-powerful in the first half of his life – gained a new life pursuit: to get this baldy, who had only a good outer appearance to take his last breath and “smile from his grave”. Xue Xian: If you are unhappy, then I will be happy. If you die, I’ll laugh my ass off. Xuan Min: …
