Uncle Lin tells fortune _ fortune teller tells stories, No.37 Linjiazhai.

Who was Uncle Wen in those years when I was a teacher of Yin and Yang?

When I was a teacher of Yin and Yang, Uncle Wen's identity was:

Real name, short-lived person cursed by fate, master of Fuze Hall, great disciple of Jiushu, and brother of Cui. Like landlords, he looked like a charlatan, but he was actually a profound teacher of Yin and Yang, and later he was hospitalized with liver cancer. Cui turned to his black mother to save Uncle Wen's life. However, under the guidance of black mother, Uncle Wen did not worry about his life this time, but died two years later because of lack of life. After that, Fuzetang was handed over to Cui.

My Years as a Teacher of Yin and Yang is a supernatural novel written by Cui Zouzhao. Content introduction:

The protagonist Cui (whose father casually looked through Xinhua Dictionary, the first word on a page was invalid, and his mother disagreed, so it was changed to homophonic) accidentally drowned when he went out to sketch in an art class (in fact, his grandfather offended the well-trained "yellow leather" and unfortunately soaked the amulet given to him by Teacher Liu while the grievances were still unresolved, and was unfortunately killed). After his death, he met Uncle Jiu, a descendant of Sanqing in Yin Shi, and taught him the charm of Sanqing cloth and the method of returning to the soul. After an arduous resurrection, in order to fulfill the responsibility entrusted by the master as a teacher of Yin and Yang of the White School and eliminate the monsters that affect human harmony ... Because the person who learns Taoism is destined to be one of the five evils and three deficiencies, after the protagonist learns the "Sanqing Mantra", several relationships end in failure, so he gradually realizes that he is a "lone star in Dreadwind" and is destined to be lonely. In the job search after graduation, I hit a wall several times and was finally introduced to a fortune-telling hall called Fuzetang, where I worked under my boss Uncle Wen. Watching the store during the day and "guarding the road" at night, he used his unskilled Taoist skills to resolve grievances again and again. In an action, I met Yi Xinxing, a disciple of Bai Dao, and found that he was a descendant of Sanqing Qimen. After living together, the two men shared the same temper and forged a brotherly friendship through life and death. In modern society, in the materialistic and stubborn life, who is the most terrible, ghosts or people? The protagonist's mind is lost, and there is a big conspiracy waiting for them, a trap that wants to go against the sky!