Tales of Folk Feng Shui Mysteries

I truly hadn't expected that, even as an immortal, she would still be so hot-tempered—attacking me without hesitation. Her sharp claws dug into my chest, and I could see death looming over me. I knew, if my patriarch didn't intervene, then today... would be the end of me.

Thankfully, the spirit strike technique that Master Wang had taught me activated in that instant. Her claws were blocked by an invisible barrier. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pierce my skin.

I was so scared I felt like half of my soul had already left my body. Tell me—who wouldn't be terrified in such a life-or-death situation? My heart was pounding like a drum, and it took me several deep breaths to calm down before I shouted back:

"What kind of earth-bound immortal are you anyway? I spoke to you politely, tried to reason with you—and I didn't even kill your children! And yet you go straight for my life? Is there no justice left in this world?"

But the woman just let out a cold snort and said:

"My children were slaughtered alive, and you come to me talking about justice? Laughable! Your Sanqing Patriarch may have saved you once, but he won't save you a second time.I've already shown my cause to Heaven. Even the Jade Emperor has no right to interfere in my vengeance.You brat—spare me your lectures. You're lucky to have survived this time. Back off while you still can, or I'll make you die alongside them!"

I glanced again at the five small coffins behind her—each holding the gruesome remains of her children. It made even me shiver. If they had been my children... how would I feel?

My patriarch's protective charm had saved my life once, but the Night-Walking Deity had warned me clearly—if I insisted on interfering, even the patriarch might no longer protect me.

The woman knelt down again, crying and burning paper money. But then I suddenly realized—she was afraid of fate.

At that moment, over twenty of my classmates were gathered together. In feng shui, this is called "concentrated yang." In Maoshan teachings, yang energy is the enemy of all evil.

And these students were all in their twenties—young, healthy, and filled with life force.If she rushed in recklessly to take revenge, she might just get burned by yang fire, ruining her cultivation or even costing her life.

So instead, the yellow weasel was using the mourning ritual to invoke death. She summoned fierce resentment from the spirits of her five dead children to create a deadly aura. And at midnight—the "zi hour" when yin is strongest—that force was aimed like cannons toward the crowd. Her goal was to weaken their life force through fear.

Once their yang energy weakened, she could strike.

There's an old saying:

"In a dark wilderness, the traveler carries his own lamp.If the lamp stays lit, walk on without fear.But if it goes out—do not take another step."

This refers to the three spiritual flames on a person's body: one on each shoulder, one above the head. When you suddenly turn your head, one flame may go out. After midnight, when yin dominates, this makes you even more vulnerable.If a flame is extinguished, even a child is at risk of possession.

That yellow weasel was trying to extinguish their flames—through fear.

So I said coldly:

"Granny Huang, I didn't plan to interfere.I even tried to persuade you, knowing how hard your cultivation must've been.But you came for my life.Since that's how you want it, don't blame me for fighting back."

I snorted and turned to walk back toward the camp.

She dared to attack me first. I was furious.Debts have names. Vengeance has targets.To kill indiscriminately makes her no different than a beast.

Fueled by anger, I thought: Fine. If that's how it is—then I'll slay demons tonight.

Back at camp, Cui Hai and the others immediately rushed over, asking if the yellow weasel would spare them.

I sighed.

"Do you think it's that easy?You didn't listen when I warned you.You ate her children in front of her.If it were your kids, could you forgive it?"

A timid girl—probably Zhang Wenwen—chimed in:

"Dabao, I know you can save us, right?"

One after another, they all joined in, suddenly treating me like I was some celestial savior. Their survival instincts had overridden all previous arrogance and blame.

I sighed again. So be it. Since I'd already gotten involved, I might as well do it properly.

But just as I was thinking things through, Liu Ruoyi piped up:

"Zhang Dabao, this is your responsibility. You were there when we ate the meat.If you'd told us sooner that woman was a weasel spirit, we wouldn't have eaten it!"

Another added:

"Yeah, Dabao. You should've warned us earlier. This whole mess could've been avoided."

Their words made me tremble with rage.I had risked my life, even disobeyed my patriarch's warning to save them—And now they had the gall to blame me?

I had no obligation to help anyone.I was acting from conscience.But still… it hurt.

Before I could say anything, Jiang Shiyu spoke up in anger:

"How can you people talk like that?! I was right there.Dabao warned you again and again, and you just ignored him.Now that karma's come for you, you blame him instead?Do you even have a conscience?!Listen—if any of you speak like this again, get out!"

Her words warmed my heart.With some classmates echoing her support, my cold resolve softened once more.I couldn't let anger cloud my judgment—not when lives were on the line.

While she scolded the others, I stood between two large stones and began preparing.

I took out the Qilin Wind Bell, hanging it from a branch above.Then I pulled out yellow talisman paper, and in front of everyone, I drew eight talismans to form a seal—representing the eight trigrams:Earth, Thunder, Wind, Fire, Mountain, Water, Lake, Heaven.

The Qilin Wind Bell's chime echoed crisply in the silent night.When the wind blew, its sound overpowered even the weasel's wails.

She had used killing aura like cannon fire.So I countered it with disruptive talismans, bells to ward curses, and stones to block the path.

I told Cui Hai:

"Get a few guys. Move those big stones near the tents."

Someone asked:

"Why?"

"If you don't want to die—just move them."I didn't bother explaining.

People split into groups.Most of the girls were crying, some shouting into phones that couldn't connect.

I just sneered.Of course they couldn't connect. No signal would reach this cursed place now.

When the stones were finally moved into place, I had them place one in the center of the bagua formation.Then, using a cinnabar brush, I painted a large red 'Tai' character onto the stone.

If you've ever noticed large stones on the roadside in the countryside with the word "泰" (Tai) carved on them—There's a story behind it.

Legend says Shigan Dang, a heroic man from Mount Tai, was a demon-slayer.Wherever he went, demons howled and ghosts cried.But he couldn't be everywhere.So he carved his surname "石" and the word "泰" onto sacred stones and spread them across the land.Villagers worshiped them, and in time, the stones absorbed spiritual power.Eventually, Shigan Dang ascended and became a celestial star deity.

These Tai Stones are the strongest natural wards against evil.

And now, no one was calling me superstitious anymore.Everyone looked at me with hopeful eyes.

Once the Tai Stone was in place, the cold wind vanished, and the air warmed noticeably.

I turned to the group:

"That yellow weasel won't give up.Her mourning is a curse—she wants your three flames extinguished.I've activated the Bagua Formation, used Shigan Dang to block evil, and Wind Bells to cut her spell.Soon, I'll set up a Coin Lock formation.As long as you stay within the marked boundary and wait until sunrise, there might be a way out."

Everyone listened closely, fear etching their faces.

After repeating my instructions a few more times, I sent them back into the tents.I laid out coins in a six-point star, arranged with alternating yin and yang, then settled behind the Tai Stone to rest.

I noticed Jiang Shiyu nearby, chanting scriptures.I smiled.

She had received Buddhist blessings. Her spiritual merit was strong.Unless the yellow weasel had lost her mind, she would never dare touch her.

I thought I could finally rest.But just as I began to doze off—A sudden commotion jolted me awake.

A few classmates came running in panic:

"It's bad! Something happened!"