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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

When the hell messengers appeared, I held my breath. Even Zhou Jianguo's corpse ghosts and cowering spirits showed utter fear.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face, soul-reapers of the netherworld—capture meant certain death. The bull - headed one approached me; the horse - faced one stalked Old Wang.

My heart sank. Mortal as I was, I couldn't fight netherworld emissaries, especially with my yang fires extinguished. The living funeral had reported my "death," summoning them.

Old Wang's shout jolted me from terror. "Heaven and earth, pure and clear—

Troops move with the seal, generals follow orders.

I, Wang Yi, command in the name of Maoshan Patriarchs!

I am the 107th Patriarch of Maoshan under the Three Mao Lords. Why arrest me, Ox-Head and Horse-Face?"

The messengers halted, pondering. Old Wang, who'd seemed lifeless, now glowed with 旺盛 (vigorous) yang fires, appearing like a strapping youth. "You dare arrest me without cause! Are there no rules in the netherworld? I'll demand an explanation from Yama himself!"

"Forgive us, Elder," Ox-Head bowed, respectful. Even Liu Changsheng looked confused. These netherworld dignitaries, feared by all fiends, were being scolded like subordinates—a shock.

Liu cowered, likely pinning the child ghost beneath him. I prostrated myself, cold wind frosting my back.

"If not for the Patriarch's protection, you'd have my soul! Explain yourselves—now!" Old Wang thundered.

The truth dawned later: he'd bluffed. The Heavenly Master Talisman's aura and his acting convinced them he was a Maoshan great able to traverse yin and yang.

Horse-Face explained, "We answered a spirit's call. Ordinary ghosts need lesser messengers, but the 戾气 (malice) here drew us. Zhoujiazhuang's aura marked you two as lifeless—we came to collect."

Old Wang snorted, pointing to Liu. "This wretch curses others, dragging us into his fate. Will you do nothing?"

"Misunderstanding, Elder," Ox-Head groveled. "Zhoujiazhuang is a valley of evil. Heaven ordained two - thirds of its people to die, but your interference changed fate, worsening the punishment to total annihilation. Liu Changsheng is heaven's instrument—we turn a blind eye."

My heart sank—helping the village had defied heaven? My lifespan shortened as I saved them, and Liu was heaven's agent to punish me. I faced certain death.

Old Wang pressed, "What about my apprentice's lifespan? He meant well."

After coercion, Horse-Face offered, "Invent a substitute. Once he's ordained and takes vows, his name will be recorded—he can die a natural death if he avoids heavenly wrath."

Touched, I watched Old Wang yank grass from a flower bed. "This substitute suffices?" he asked.

"Trust us, Elder." Old Wang wove the straw, chanting:

Once grass, now man by my command.

Twigs for your body, leaves for your face.

You bear his calamities, descend to hell without pause.

By divine edict, go!" He turned to me. "Spit blood—now!"

Chapter 33: The Life-Substitute Straw Doll (2/2)