Tales of Folk Feng Shui Mysteries
I was born in the 1980s, and officially stepped into the world of Feng Shui in 2006. Over the past decade, I’ve witnessed mysteries that most would never believe.
In 2013, over 100,000 fish died mysteriously in Liaozhong Reservoir…
In Tower Bay Street, spirits marched in a ghostly parade…
In Wenguantun, shadowy markets rose at dusk…
And in front of the Shenyang Imperial Palace, a ghostly princess once sat in her palanquin.
Were these the workings of nature — or something far more ancient and unseen?
In ten years, I’ve saved lives — and yes, I’ve ruined some too. Feng Shui is like a blade: it bears no evil or virtue. The darkness lies in the hearts of men.
This book is not written to boast about my mastery or to chase after the sensational. I write to share a truth:
Feng Shui can nurture life — or destroy it. There is no good or evil in the art itself. Only in the human heart.
"One is fate, two is luck, three is feng shui, four is accumulating good deeds, and five is reading." Let's see how the young man uses the Qing Nang secret technique to break the situation and suppress evil, and walk out a yin and yang road of his own in the fog of ghosts, gods and human hearts. Open this book and you will glimpse the mysterious world behind feng shui and witness the ultimate reincarnation of good and evil! The end of science is metaphysics[img=自豪]