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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 Old Wang asked me to be his disciple on the street, I'd only learned the Divine Eye to survive in Zhoujiazhuang. Now the formality made me nervous. I had a girlfriend and wasn't a virgin—what if ordination forbade marriage? I'd fail my ancestors.

"Master, do I have to... be a Taoist? My grandpa wanted me to carry on the Zhang family line—if I don't have kids, I'll disappoint our ancestors!" I pictured abstaining from wine, women, wealth, and anger—it was unbearable.

Old Wang looked puzzled. "Nonsense! There are thousands of Taoist sects. Only Quanzhen Taoists live like monks—I fell for their trick but returned their seal and quit."

"No monk's vows?" I asked, recalling The Return of the Condor Heroes, where Quanzhen had no women. Even Yin Zhiping's transgression was a violation.

He shook his head. "Maoshan and Longhushan are 火居道士 (lay Taoists), like ordinary people. Besides, joining the sect doesn't force you to be a priest." I was confused. "Then what would I be?"

"What was your grandpa?" he countered.

"Right. You'll be a yin-yang master, but you must receive the seal and observe precepts to avoid the Five Flaws and Three Missing. I broke a precept and paid the price—your grandpa feared you'd meet the same fate. Without the patriarch's protection, this trade will destroy you."

I barely followed, relieved I could marry. Asking about Grandpa, Old Wang hesitated, alarming me.

"Master, what's wrong with Grandpa? Don't scare me!" My voice trembled.

"Nothing. He foresaw a great calamity in Changbai Mountain and needed to hide. He'll live past 100. I'll tell you where to find him when the time comes."

I pestered him, but he said too much curiosity harmed me. I worried about Old Wang's lifespan. My losses from Zhoujiazhuang's calamity had been restored, but his Rejuvenation Technique's toll was unknown. He'd mentioned a death tribulation—was this it?

Before parting, he gave a talisman to brew against corpse poison. I took a taxi to Zhao Na's 小区 (compound), wanting to surprise her. It was midnight, but knocking got no answer. Calling went to voicemail—she must be clubbing again.

Zhao Na was perfect except for her love of partying. I preferred quiet; clubs reeked of debauchery. Even without the Divine Eye, I sensed yin energy in corners. I'd warned her, but she wouldn't listen.

Waiting downstairs, a security guard shined a flashlight in my face. "Which unit? Room number?"

"I'm Zhao Na's boyfriend, waiting for her."

"No one named Zhao Na here. Stop skulking—you'll scare residents. This is a gated community—wait outside if you don't have a pass."

As they shoved me out, one guard whispered, "Should we check his bag for stolen goods?"

"Nah—thieves don't stand around. Probably a heartbroken loser."

Chapter 38: Lay Taoists (1/2)