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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.

Tales of Folk Feng Shui Mysteries

"THIS severe?" Old Wang asked, tension edging his voice.

I explained that the Seven-Death Coffins, also known as the Seven-Death Fiend Formation, were a vile sorcery. The technique used seven 9.9 - inch bronze coffins, each containing a copper nail inscribed with curses. Buried in the four cardinal directions and worshiped with incense, the formation took effect immediately, dooming all blood relatives of those linked to the coffins to violent deaths.

Coffins inherently symbolize death, but burying them with copper nails—sharp objects intensifying malevolence—created a "death - wound fiend." The real horror lay in the curses: each coffin carried a unique affliction:

Broken Coffin Ruin: Financial devastation, reducing even tycoons to penury.Harm Coffin Annihilation: Total extinction of bloodlines.Absolute Coffin Parting: Permanent separation in death.Nether Coffin Soul-Death: Ancestral spirits torn from the afterlife.Earth Coffin Kin-Death: Tragic deaths for all blood relatives.Illness Coffin Agony: Torturous suffering before death.Lust Coffin Chaos: Incestuous tragedies shattering family bonds.

"Too vicious for common use—backlash shortens lifespan," I added. "My grandpa said the Japanese used it on Korea's Dragon-Locking Pillar, sacrificing living people for 49 days to break the dragon vein. Now it's here." Pointing to the temple, I continued: "The main hall forms a death character; the beam hangs rotting corpses. That isolated mountain behind the shrine is a sword slicing the ancestral shrine—dooming the village. With Seven-Death Coffins, all blood relatives die horribly."

Old Wang studied the blood bowls beside the effigies. "These paper figures swapped our fates, but my Heavenly Master Talisman shields me—you bear the karma."

His waist tablet—etched with ancient seal script—glinted as he spoke. The main beam dripped blood into a Five Ghosts Formation Eye, turning the village into absolute dead land. The gravel path was a yin road for ancestors' spirits, trapped by gold coffins.

"At midnight, when ghosts pass, I'll seal the coffins. You handle the spirits."

Old Wang unsheathed his Talisman. "With the Heavenly Master's order, no ghost can prevail." As I placed the coffin on the ground, I arranged Five Emperors Coins in a pentagram, chanting from Feng Shui Zhai Zhi:

"Five Emperors' might, shaking heaven and earth,

Dominating yin and yang, all lands are mine.

Yin and yang realms, my subjects all—

Shunzhi, Yongzheng, Qianlong, Jiaqing, Tongzhi:

Lend your imperial power to subdue demons,

Commanding seas and skies, banishing evil!"

Chapter 30: The Seven-Death Gold Coffins (2/2)