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"": "Yin-Yang feng shui had represented qi from the very beginning-not mountain qi, but human qi.
Whether for burial or habitation, feng shui was intimately connected to people.
After a burial, someone had to tend the grave and make offerings. The qi of the feng shui occupied by the grave would nourish later generations. Excellent feng shui sites often blessed descendants, while burial in a site of fiendish aura brought endless misfortune.
If a large house did not have enough occupants, its human qi diminished. Even good feng shui could become harmful.
People lived in groups. That was an unchanging truth.
Staying on the mountain, however quiet and free of interruptions, would not help him master his arts. The more he shut himself away, the worse it would be.
That was why people like Xu Lu left the mountains and traveled through the world.
Even the Heavenly Mechanism Taoist Grounds was no exception.
Su Su nodded repeatedly. As she turned toward a room, her father picked up a woodcutter's knife from the corner and followed Luo Bin.
Luo Bin glanced at the mirror again, then stepped out of the courtyard.
The sunshine was pleasant, and the breeze was mild.
A persimmon grove stood directly in front of the Su family's courtyard.
Bright red persimmons crowded the branches, weighing them down into drooping curves. The air was cold, but the sunlight warmed the skin.
At first glance, it was a blaze of red. After looking longer, all he saw were scattered specks.
"Are these your trees?" Luo Bin asked.
"No, they belong to that family."
Su's father pointed diagonally downhill. The road visibly sloped. Most houses were built of brick and stone, but the one he indicated was different. The lower half of its first-story walls was