The teahouse in the ancient alley gathers a lot of people every afternoon, in this noisy and bustling city, this teahouse seems simple and far-reaching, and the people sitting in it are some respected metaphysical masters in their seventies and eighties.

They are used to coming here every day to listen to a story, a story about Qin Yanhui's person.

Qin Yanhui is a person who lives in legends, because it was many years ago, and if he is still alive, he is believed to be older than anyone here.

Qin Yanhui is a warlock, that is, people often say that the Taoist, his life is incredible, it is completely a legend that does not need to be modified, he has experienced things that no one can imagine, some people say that the stories about him are all made up, in fact, there is no Qin Yanhui at all, because he is too mysterious and powerful, many people do not want to believe that such a person exists.

But the old people in the teahouse who had extremely high metaphysical attainments didn't think so, and from their mouths, they could always hear magical and amazing bits and pieces about Qin Yanhui's life, although they were all fragmented fragments, after all, the people who had seen him had long since passed away.

But I still like to listen to it, every afternoon I will sit in the corner of the teahouse by the window, order a cup of tea, and listen to any story about Qin Yanhui from their mouths, I am always the first to come, the last to leave, every day.

The old people inside were very strange, how could a young man in his twenties like me like to listen to the story of a Taoist priest, because I wanted to write this story.

Maybe only I can write everything about him.

I'm Qin Yanhui!

Chapter 1: The Abandoned Son

I was born in a mountain village in western Sichuan, and the name of the baby in the mountain is simple and straightforward, such as Ergou, Fool, Handsome Girl, etc., but I have a name that is incompatible with them, my name is Qin Yanhui.

It wasn't until much later that I learned that my name was taken from a phrase in Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plums".

When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building.

The person who gave me this name is called Qin Yishou, he really only has one hand, and the other hand is said to have been broken when the remnants of feudal superstition were removed, and slowly everyone is used to calling him Qin Yishou, as for what his real name is, no one in the mountains knows.

The soil in the mountains is fertilized, and the seeds are sown in the spring, and there will be a good harvest in the coming year as long as the heavens are beautiful, and the mountain people say that this is called being born and raised, perhaps because of this, no one in the village has starved to death during the great famine.

Digging in the field is manual work, and Qin Yishou is a cripple who can't eat this bowl of rice, but in this mountain village that advocates labor, Qin Yishou's status is indeed higher than anyone else.

Because he's a physiognomy master!

In the mountains that are almost isolated from the world, faith has become an indispensable spiritual pillar for the mountain people, from weddings and funerals to small to the next kind of market, many mountain people rushed over from more than ten miles of mountain roads specifically to ask the good luck from Qin Yi's mouth.

As far back as I can remember, the courtyard of my house was always full of people, and it seemed that everyone who walked into the room was worried, and when they came out of it, they became high-spirited, and when they left, they would leave all kinds of things they brought, eggs, rice, sorghum wine, and even sometimes meat, and the people in the mountains had no concept of money, and in their eyes these things were far more expensive than money, as a reward for Qin's hand, and I was raised by these leftovers.

Qin Yishou is my father, but I have never seen him smile at me, as for who my mother is, this question was asked to him when I was very young, in exchange for a slap, I still remember that the worm tooth was knocked out by him that time, so I have never asked about my mother since then.

Sometimes I even suspect that Qin Yishou is not my father, and I am not even sure of his identity, a person who wipes his nose on his cuffs, never washes his face and rinses his mouth, and drinks all day long, and almost never sees him sober, it is hard to imagine that such a person has given me such a meaningful name.

Qin Yiyi showed the fortune telling almost everything he wanted, as long as you carried something in your hand, he was sure that he would know everything and say everything, but he was the only one who never showed me the picture, I remember that once I pestered him to calculate for me, in exchange for a heavy slap.

Until one night Qin was drunk with one hand, and pointed to me who was catching gnats in the yard and said in a daze.

"To show you the appearance, Lao Tzu is not tired of life, your kid's bone is a rare sun, moon, dragon and tiger bones, you are left and right in heaven, down to the eyebrows and half fingers, up to the hairline of the Baihui artery, obviously two jade pillars, also the sun and moon horn bones, this bone grows up, it is the emperor of entrepreneurship, your life is determined by heaven, born in ancient times you are a generation of emperors."

Qin Yishou said that my face is an imperial personality and has the life of an emperor, of course, I have never believed what he said.

If I were really the emperor's order, I believe that no one would dare to hurt me or I would be punished by heaven, but Qin cut off half of my fingers with one hand.

Later, I thought about it, if that incident hadn't happened, maybe I would have been like Qin Yishou in this life, just in this mountain from sunrise to sunset, get married, have children, go to the field to eat, and finally end up in the mountains, this is what the people in the village call fate, and I am no exception.

The cause of the incident starts with an incident when I was a child, Qin Yishou is an extremely withdrawn person, with few words, since I can remember, I can count the words I have said to him, so I spend almost all my time in Qin Yishou's unknown library.

It was a secret room built by Qin Yishou at home, which was densely packed with all kinds of ancient books, from astronomy to geography, all-encompassing, I have always wondered, why does a bad old man like Qin Yishou have a house full of books, and as long as he walks into this secret room, Qin Yishou is like a different person, gentle and elegant and unfathomable.

In the isolated mountains, I grew up slowly with these ancient books, and my life was barren and fulfilling, Qin Yishou didn't mind me reading his books, but the premise was that I had to wash my hands, until I accidentally discovered another secret of his, and there was a small library hidden behind the secret room.

The books in it are completely untouched by me before, and they almost contain the essence of the five Taoist arts, and the strange thing is that these books are rare and esoteric, and I can almost never forget them when I have read them somewhere.

I seem to have some extraordinary talent for Taoism, Qin Yi's books seem to be deliberately concealed, and before I knew it, I read them and understood them, and for most of the time, when Qin Yishou showed people fortune telling, I sat on the threshold next to me, and at first I could be exactly the same as Qin Yi's calculations, but as time went by, I found that the results I calculated were far more and more accurate than Qin Yiyi's.

But Qin Yishou didn't know all this, I thought that my efforts and talent would be praised by Qin Yishou, even if it was just a smile at me, but one day Qin Yishou suddenly came home because of something temporary, and found that I had flipped through these books in the library and my temperament changed greatly.

"Have you read all these books?" Qin asked angrily with one hand on my collar.

I nodded blankly, wondering why he was so furious.

I still remember Qin's gaze, full of panic and panic, dragged me out of the house, and on the stone grinding where the wheat was grinding, he picked up the sickle and cut it without thinking.

The heart-rending pain made me roll on the ground, and my head was covered with cold sweat the size of beans, and when I looked up, I saw that half of my ring finger had been left on the stone grinder, and the blood gushing from the severed finger soaked half of my clothes.

Qin Yishou didn't even look at me, took out a crumpled five-yuan bill from his trouser pocket and threw it in front of me, only saying one word.

"Get out!"

I don't remember how I left the house or how I got out of the mountains, but I don't even cry, I didn't even ask for five yuan on the ground, and I walked out of the mountain with a kind of resentment that was almost stubborn.

I firmly believe that Qin's knife cut off not only my fingers, but also my father-son relationship with him.

However, I seem to believe what Qin Yishou said, maybe I am really the emperor's order, the bleeding severed finger is not infected, and I actually survived.

That year, I was twenty-one years old!