Chapter 7

Su Jiu had a strange dream. In the dream, a compass appeared in his mind, and one by one, golden characters emerged from the compass, deeply imprinted in his brain.

"Third Brother, why are you back so early today?" Chen Jie opened the dormitory door and saw Su Jiu sitting on the bed, unable to resist asking.

It had been some time since the start of the semester, and the roommates had become familiar with each other's routines.

Su Jiu's daily schedule was very stable, like that of a primary school student, following a straight line from home to school and back.

However, today was unusual. Su Jiu did not go out for morning exercises and did not attend the morning class, staying on the bed in the dormitory all the time.

"Third Brother, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Chen Jie, seeing that Su Jiu did not respond for a long time, walked up and wanted to touch Su Jiu's forehead.

"Uh! I'm fine, Fourth Brother!" It wasn't until Chen Jie approached that Su Jiu reacted.

For the entire morning, Su Jiu sat on the bed. Of course, Su Jiu was not sick or daydreaming; instead, his mind was filled with a series of images and words.

"Change the Eight Trigrams of the Later Heaven, with the Earlier Heaven as the body and the Later Heaven as the application, using the Later Heaven..."

"The *Luo Shu* transforms into the Four Symbols, evolves into the Later Heaven, becomes the Nine Purple, and divides into the Six Jia. With 120 gold divisions, it forms a grid of sixteen 15s, symbolizing the wisdom of the enlightened..."

"The Eight Killing Yellow Springs, which are the ghosts of the Earlier Heaven's Eight Trigrams, the universe..."

"..."

One by one, golden characters appeared in Su Jiu's mind. For the entire morning, Su Jiu sat on the bed, unable to move. Any slight distraction would cause intense pain in his head. It wasn't until noon that the pain subsided.

It was also at this time that Chen Jie returned from lunch, leading to the scene just now.

"This is the *Ancient Luo Jing*!" Su Jiu couldn't help but mutter at this moment.

If someone had paid attention to Su Jiu's expression, they would have noticed that he was extremely shocked.

Su Jiu was deeply moved. He had never heard of the *Ancient Luo Jing* before, but from the title, he could tell it was related to feng shui and geomancy.

However, this was not the reason for Su Jiu's shock.

As everyone knows, the Luo Jing is a compass. The iron needle in the center of the compass always points to true north and south, which is commonly known as a compass.

The first compass in ancient times was passed down by the Nine Heavens Fairy during the battle between the Yellow Emperor and Chiyou.

The *Ancient Luo Jing* records the feng shui and geomancy of ancient times.

If modern feng shui and geomancy are considered ordinary, then ancient feng shui and geomancy are like masters. However, the *Ancient Luo Jing* before him was different, being the ancestor of all feng shui and geomancy.

One can imagine how Su Jiu felt at this moment. The appearance of such knowledge in his mind would make anyone lose their composure.

Since childhood, Su Jiu had practiced feng shui and geomancy to cultivate his qi. At eighteen, after more than ten years of practice and study, he had only just entered the qi cultivation stage. In today's society, he could be considered a master in feng shui, capable of geomancy, house inspection, and geographical analysis.

However, after absorbing the knowledge from the *Ancient Luo Jing*, Su Jiu realized that his so-called master level was nothing, not even worth mentioning.

"Two thousand years of ancient tradition, with so much lost in the tumult of history. I never expected that the inheritance of a compass in a museum in Xiang City would so coincidentally choose me." Su Jiu thought with a sigh.

Indeed, the *Ancient Luo Jing* in his mind, which encompassed all aspects of feng shui, was what he had unexpectedly gained during his visit to the museum.

Su Jiu slowly stood up, took a deep breath, and felt as if the knowledge and texts of feng shui and various other subjects were deeply etched in his mind.

"Rumble, rumble!" Just as Su Jiu was still in awe, his stomach made a series of sounds, disrupting the atmosphere.

"Man is iron, food is steel, and without a meal, one feels weak! No matter what the *Ancient Luo Jing* or the Nine Heavens Fairy, I need to go and satisfy my hunger first!" Su Jiu muttered, checked the time, and saw it was already past one o'clock. The school cafeteria would probably have no food left, so he had to go outside to eat. He needed to hurry because he had classes in the afternoon. Su Jiu quickly left the dormitory.

"Little Jiu, wait a moment, I have something to ask you." Su Jiu was heading towards the back of the campus, passing through a residential area. Because he had classes in the afternoon, he was walking quickly. At this moment, he heard someone calling him.

Su Jiu turned around and saw it was Old Zhao, the elderly man he met during morning exercises.

Old Zhao's left hand was bandaged and hanging around his neck as he walked towards Su Jiu.

"Old Zhao, take it easy! But, Old Zhao, what happened?" Su Jiu looked at Old Zhao's condition and already had a conclusion, but he still asked.

"It's nothing serious. Little Jiu, you were right. I shouldn't have gone out that day. Is your skill in face reading passed down in your family?" Old Zhao's tone was a mix of regret, embarrassment, and curiosity.

"Ha ha, Old Zhao, just treat me as an ordinary young man! Yes, my skill in face reading is passed down in my family." Su Jiu, hearing Old Zhao's tone, immediately understood his concerns and reassured him.

In the feng shui world, people with real skills often have a bit of pride. The current social situation has created this dynamic, with many people treating feng shui as superstition, and some even treating it like a rat in the street. Su Jiu had heard about this but did not care.

"About that matter..."

Su Jiu listened as Old Zhao narrated.

It turned out that during the morning exercise two days ago, Old Zhao met Su Jiu and said that he should not travel far in the next few days, as it would bring financial loss and disaster.

After retiring, Old Zhao had a very relaxed life, often engaging in academic exchanges with former colleagues. He had also studied the *I Ching* and other subjects. Although he was curious about Su Jiu's words, he did not take them seriously. He had planned to attend an academic conference.

However, the next day, before he even got into the car, he was robbed. The robber targeted his bag and pushed him, resulting in his current condition.

Old Zhao looked at Su Jiu with an awkward expression.

"Old Zhao, do you have something to say?" Su Jiu, seeing Old Zhao's expression and knowing he had classes in the afternoon and had not eaten lunch, directly asked.

"Rumble, rumble!" At this moment, Su Jiu's stomach cooperatively made a sound, making him look embarrassed, with several black lines appearing on his face.

"Ha ha! Little Jiu, you haven't had lunch yet! Come to my place, I'll ask my wife to cook a few dishes, and we can talk while eating." Hearing Su Jiu's stomach, Old Zhao laughed, and the awkwardness on his face disappeared.

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