Tell me about Mr. Feng Shui's way of accepting disciples.

Look at fate. My family used to have a Feng Shui book, which was handed down by my grandfather's grandfather. It is as thick as a dictionary. My father told me that it was a Mr. Feng Shui who traveled around at that time, and the apprentice who collected it gave him all his notes. My father heard from my grandfather that his grandfather was particularly bad at that time, for example, someone had bugs in his field. He went to the cemetery at midnight to collect it, and the next day he went to his field to find someone he didn't know to bury a piece of wood. I read the book twice when it reached my father, who lost it. This book is full of symbols. I don't know the words in it.