Tales of Folk Feng Shui Mysteries

This was the first time in my life I saw a god who could speak.

If you asked me whether I believe in ghosts, I'd answer with certainty: Yes.But gods? That... left me speechless.

Why? Because—I'd never actually seen one.

So when a being as tall as a six-story building appeared out of nowhere and said he had summoned my soul for a chat—And claimed someone "up there" sent him with a message for me—Well, I couldn't help but suspect: Was this a "backdoor"?

After all, I'm over twenty years old now. If I still couldn't read between the lines, I'd be hopeless.

I guessed it had something to do with the Taoist temple I helped establish.The one in Zhou Family Village had been sabotaged by Liu Changsheng and turned into a "killing array."Only the one at Zuo Heqi was fully built under my direction, and it sat atop a Hidden Dragon Vein.I even invited a Gray Immortal to guard it.

Could it be... that our ancestral master had actually arrived?

But the Night-Walking Deity didn't intend to stay and chat.He turned around, and the wind that followed nearly knocked me over.He then strode into the distance with heavy steps.

I wanted to ask him—was it true that the Patriarch had descended?I may act indifferent on the surface, but in my heart, the Patriarch is my source of strength—A spiritual ancestor of Taoism.In virtue, power, and legend, he's the one I worship above all.

So I ran after the Night God, trying to catch up and ask—But no matter how hard I chased, I couldn't catch him.

That made me anxious. And let me remind you—The Night-Walking Deity carries the ledger of human lifespans.

Think about it. I once fought Fu Wei and caused his backlash death.Indirectly caused Li Qian's death. Set up a soul-trapping formation. Disturbed a tomb.Caused hauntings. Got involved with Zhou Family Village…

Have I accumulated virtue, or committed sin?

If I'm guilty, how many years of my lifespan will be deducted?

If the Patriarch really opened a backdoor for me, asking for clarity shouldn't be a problem.

As I chased him, I somehow found myself near the grave where we caught the weasel—Less than a hundred meters from the small, dug-up mound.

Suddenly, from afar came the sound of sobbing—soft and trembling.The kind of cry that tears your heart apart.

Since it was right along the path, I ran over.

But as I passed the mound, I was startled.

That small grave, once just a tiny pit, had been fully dug open.The corpse inside had been thrown out, lying beside the mound.

Kneeling in the center was a woman dressed in mourning white, head covered in hemp cloth.

But she was incredibly short—barely a meter tall.

In front of her sat five tiny coffins.And since I was in soul form, I was invisible.Yet when I leaned over to look into the coffins—my blood ran cold.

They were filled with human heads, packed tightly together.

And all of them were familiar—Liu Ruoyi, Jiang Shiyu, Cui Hai...

Their heads were blood-soaked, eyes gouged out, dried blood like they had been dead for a long time.

Then, the woman stood up.

She turned toward me and grinned maliciously—her face glowing with ghostly light.

And that's when I recognized her—The small-footed woman from earlier that evening.

But now she appeared short and hunched, and a thick golden-yellow tail swayed behind her.

She glared at me and growled coldly:

"Who dares spy on this immortal's ritual?!"

Suddenly, the world spun.When I opened my eyes, my body was soaked with sweat.Beads as large as soybeans dripped onto the ground.

I immediately realized—that was no dream.

It was a real out-of-body experience.

Which meant—everything I saw really happened.

And the weeping sound I'd heard in soul-form?I could still hear it—outside, very faint, carried by the wind.Same eerie tone. Same heartbreaking sorrow.

I crawled to the edge of my tent and pressed my ear to the fabric.

When I peeked through the mesh window, I froze.About fifty meters away, candles were burning.In the flickering light, a woman knelt, wailing in mourning.

My hair stood on end.

In the moonlight's silver glow, she wore a white mourning robe.She sobbed while tossing paper money into the wind.

It was exactly like the scene I had witnessed out-of-body.

She was clearly the same woman from earlier—the one looking for her children.

My heart clenched.It was over. She had come for revenge.

Her face looked ghostly pale under the moon, like it was pasted with white clay.

She mourned and chanted:

"My children… how could you die so horribly?All I did was attend a sermon, just for one day…Heaven turned a blind eye.I delayed my ascension just to see you grow up.And now you've been slaughtered by these monsters.Tonight I will have my revenge.I'll skin them alive, tear off their heads, and burn their souls—So that they will never reincarnate!"

Suddenly—a woman screamed.

Clearly, someone else had seen it.

Her scream pierced the silence like a blade.

Then the entire campsite erupted.

Within seconds, all the students gathered.

Cui Hai stomped out of his tent, shouting:

"Who the hell's wailing at night? A funeral or something?!"

I snorted.

"You're not wrong. This is a funeral. A real one."

Everyone gathered, whispering anxiously.After all, who wouldn't be freaked out seeing a woman mourning in the wilderness?

"Damn… is this real or a prank? That woman looks familiar," Cui Hai muttered, clearly shaken.

"Yeah," Liu Ruoyi frowned, "Isn't that the same woman from earlier? The one who lost her kids?What's she doing here now? Trying to scare us?"

I was furious.

"Look closely. She's not human.She's a yellow weasel spirit!I warned you not to eat her children. I begged you. Told stories.You mocked me.And now—she's here for revenge."

Jiang Shiyu shrieked, grabbing my arm:

"Is that true, Zhang Dabao?! She's a weasel?She… she didn't look like one…"

Others were terrified. Some of the girls broke down crying.

I glanced at Liu Ruoyi—she still looked defiant.

"What nonsense. That's just a woman.Stop spreading lies. Maybe you're the one who planned this with her.Why else would she show up here looking for her kids?"

Others echoed her.

"Yeah, Dabao must be behind this!"

Unbelievable.Still in denial.I asked Cui Hai for his flashlight.

He handed it over.I switched it on, directing the beam straight at the woman.

And in that beam—we all saw it:

Kneeling by the candle was a giant yellow weasel,wearing the exact same clothes as the woman from earlier.

Screams erupted.

Even Cui Hai and Liu Ruoyi were trembling.

Then I switched off the light—And she was back in her human form.

Everyone suddenly rushed to surround me, desperate.

Cui Hai and Liu Ruoyi were shaking like leaves.

"Dabao, please," they begged."You're a spirit master. You must have a way. Right?"

"Please," Cui Hai wept."I'll burn all the paper money you want. I'll pay anything.Just beg that Immortal to spare us!"

Looking at them now, I wanted to kick them.

Back then, I warned them again and again.Told stories. Reasoned. Pleaded.

They mocked me. Rolled their eyes.Even threatened to punch me if I kept going.

And now they're begging for their lives?

People like this—no matter how rich—are still worthless at heart.

I glanced at Liu Ruoyi.Once a proud phoenix, now she looked like a drenched chicken, feathers drooping.

She dared not meet my gaze.When she did, she immediately turned away, embarrassed.

Jiang Shiyu tugged my arm gently.

She had seen my abilities at Shisheng Temple. She understood a little of the spirit world.

"Zhang Dabao, they know they were wrong now," she said."Please… help them. Beg for their lives."

All around me, everyone knelt.

Some clung to my clothes.Some hugged my legs.

They sobbed, begged, pleaded.

"We don't want to die…"

Looking at them, I sighed.

We were classmates, after all.

I'd do my best—whatever I could.