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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

Of course, if child ghosts mend broken marriages or save suicidal bankrupts, it's a virtue. Magic itself is neutral—evil lies in human hearts. Using great dao for harm makes it black magic. Always choose good over evil.

Zhou Jianguo hadn't raised ordinary child ghosts—he'd replaced wooden effigies with yin corpses, creating corpse ghosts with heavier malevolence. Since they were physical remains, my Ghost-Barrier Formation couldn't stop them.

Raising corpse ghosts is the most potent form of spirit cultivation:

Extract a stillborn fetus with yin fate.Bury it under a yin tree, offering white rice, the sorcerer's blood, and incense at midnight for 49 days without pause.Feed monthly with blood and nine incense sticks. Corpse ghosts can ruin enemies but are capricious—neglect leads to catastrophe.

"He's breaking the barrier—stop him!" I yelled.

As the ghost boy lifted a stone, Old Wang charged, Seven-Star Sword in hand, flinging a talisman. "Now!" The triangular paper burned, slowing the ghost, but Old Wang's sword strike missed— the boy touched the coin formation. The gate creaked open. With a sinister grin, he vanished outside.

I noticed characters carved on the ghost's back—like a birth chart. Before I could think, yin wind howled. Old Wang retreated, flinging talismans. The Heavenly Master Talisman he'd given me burned—spirits were coming for our lives.

I laid out nine peach pits in the Heavenly Official Nine Stars Formation:

Tianpeng, Tianrui, Tianchong, Tianfu, Tianqin, Tianxin, Tianzhu, Tianren, Tianying—nine of the 36 Heavenly Gang Stars. The fuller the moon, the stronger the formation.

"Too slow—they're here," Old Wang said, nostrils flaring. Ghostly figures—men, women, children—drifted past our formation to kneel before the spirit tablets, wailing.

Zhou Jianguo appeared at the gate, flanked by a child ghost. Moonlight revealed his icy stare. These were Zhou clan ancestors he'd summoned from the netherworld via the yin road.

A thunderclap split the sky. Black fog swallowed the moon. "Heaven's wrath?" I wondered—did the heavens approve?

Zhou ancestors cowered as Zhou Jianguo rasped: "Karma cycles. You sinners deserve annihilation for my father's sake!"

Chapter 32: Corpse Ghost Fiends (2/2)