Tales of Folk Feng Shui Mysteries

His second uncle really did go all in with me.In front of everyone, he walked out exactly one hundred steps and dug a hole—sure enough, white ants came crawling out.

Zhou Han instantly puffed up:

"See? I told you Dabao isn't some regular guy. And you still wouldn't believe me!"

"Pure luck," his second uncle muttered stubbornly.

I just shrugged.Believe it or not—it's all the same to me.If I say too much, it'll look like I'm begging for money.Just as Zhou Hai was about to argue with his second uncle, his father's phone rang.It was the housekeeper.

Right after we picked out the burial site, the old man had passed away.

The situation took a sudden tragic turn.And to make things worse, Zhou Han's grandmother suffered a stroke from the shock—and followed him shortly after.

Just like that, the entire Zhou family was thrown into deep mourning.Zhou Han's aunt suggested they hire a proper Yin-Yang master to preside over the burial.But Zhou Han just pointed at me—"Isn't he right here?"

And so, I was dragged back into my old profession.Of course, they gave me an extra 10,000 yuan as a thank-you fee, which I didn't refuse.

Hosting a funeral is fairly straightforward.Why? Because our ancestors laid down traditions generations ago.All the rites are essentially scripted—no different from a wedding ceremony.

You burn what needs burning, gift what needs gifting.But since the Zhou family had power and wealth, the two elders were not cremated, which meant greater ritual complexity, especially with choosing a proper coffin.

For example, the wood selection and board thickness were key.Wealthy families usually choose gold-threaded nanmu.But never willow wood—because it doesn't bear seeds and symbolizes a dead bloodline.Back in the day, vengeful carpenters would sneak willow boards into the coffin base to curse a family's descendants.

Fast forward to the funeral.We were in the countryside.Eight strong men—called the "Eight Vajra" (pallbearers)—each had a full bowl of meat and two taels of liquor before lifting the coffin.We chose an auspicious day and time, and carried the coffins to the selected burial site.The eldest son held the funeral banner; grandchildren held photos of the deceased.

I must say—this family declined in quality with each generation.While the sons and daughters wept bitterly, their grandchildren were taking selfies like it was just another day.If this had happened in the live-streaming era, I bet they'd have gone viral for all the wrong reasons.

At the site, I told the diggers:

"Start digging. Stop when you reach five-colored soil."

The workers got to it while I turned to the family and said:

"There's a taboo you all need to follow:During burial—no one is allowed to cry. You must smile. Understood?"

The second uncle snapped:

"Smile?! My dad just died, and you want me to smile? Are you trying to scam us? Come on, let's talk this out!"

He made a move to grab me, and this time, none of his siblings stepped in.

Zhou Han's words didn't carry much weight either.So yes—I was actually dragged aside by the second uncle.

He looked like he was about to hit me.I took a few steps back and calmly said:

"You're not their biological son."

"WHAT?!"His eyes went wide in shock.

"How do you know that? Not even Dawei knows that!"

"Don't ask. Also… your birth parents died by drowning."The look on his face turned deathly pale.

I knew I was right.Reading these things is easy if you understand face reading and the Book of Changes (Yi Jing).

His Parent Palace on his face had shifted.But now that he'd officially become part of the Zhou ancestral line, the Zhou grave could still bless him.

After that, Zhou's second uncle treated me like royalty.He didn't tell anyone what happened, just quietly changed his attitude.He even started helping me convince the rest of the family to follow my instructions.

Soon after, one of the workers yelled:

"Master! We found it—come look!"

The whole crowd rushed over.There in the pit, red, yellow, green, white, and black soils blended—five-colored earth, with misting vapor rising from it.

Even the uninitiated could tell this was a land of fortune.The Zhou family was thrilled.

But I kept silent.Let me be clear—true dragon veins are extremely rare.This site had heavy dampness and corpse energy (殍气).Otherwise, why would nothing grow for miles?Why would strange rocks litter the area—except this one patch of soft soil?

As the saying goes:

"All blessings come with a cost."

Even good land often carries curses.If it didn't, it'd be a sacred place guarded by spirit beasts, like something from myth.And any Feng Shui master who exposes such a place would suffer divine punishment.

The kind of land we were standing on tends to curse extended family.It might bless the main line while ruining other branches—or lead to wealth but unfilial children.

Truly safe and peaceful tombs don't make you rich—but they keep your family whole.

When I first consulted with the old man, he chose:

A flourishing family

Great wealth

He chose wealth.So I didn't say more.To speak too much would be to divulge Heaven's secrets.

Back to the burial.

When the coffin was lowered—not a single tear was shed.

After sealing the tomb, I told Zhou Han's father:

"After burning the paper, leave. Don't look back—no matter what."

His second uncle practically leapt over to pass on my words—like a loyal follower.

They all burned paper, got in the car, and left.On the way, Zhou Han kept asking about Feng Shui tales.

I sighed.Some things—I wasn't sure if I should say.

Back in the village, Zhou Han offered to give me a ride home.On the way, I finally said:

"I have a suggestion."

"What is it, Dabao? Did I do something wrong?"

That's one of my problems—I get emotionally attached too easily.Even if we didn't interact much, anyone who shows me kindness—I want to repay them.

If a philosopher analyzed me, they'd probably call me "lonely."

"Zhou Han, you're not a kid anymore.Stop fooling around.Go home and find someone to marry.You know what I mean."

I smiled.As a Feng Shui master, it's my principle to reveal without overexplaining.If he gets it, that's his fate.If not, then so be it.

"Wait, what?"Zhou Han looked at me like I was an alien.

I turned to look out the window.Don't know if he got it or not—but he didn't say another word.

We returned to Shenyang around midnight.Before getting out of the car, I reminded him about the class reunion.Then I left on my own.Of course—I had no intention of attending.

Zhou Han, to be honest, is a show-off, but not a bad guy.Smart, too.

Not long after returning home, he actually followed my advice.And within a month—he was married.

Among his cousins, he was the first to get married.

By the time he held his wedding, I had already left on my quest for the Nine Dragon Gates, so I couldn't attend.

A year later, he called me.

"Dabao, did you tell me to marry early… because of Feng Shui?"

I didn't answer.

But he said this:

On the day his son was born, two of his brothers died in a drunk-driving crash, crushed by a truck.Within a month, his other brother and sister also died tragically—One in a crime of passion,The other killed by a falling flowerpot.

The once flourishing Zhou family was completely wiped out,Only Zhou Han's branch remained.

And it didn't stop there.

He called again.This time, he said:His father was arrested in a nationwide anti-corruption campaign.As a high-profile "big tiger," he was taken down.All their relatives were investigated and arrested.

The once-powerful clan was gone.Only Zhou Han and his little family survived.With nowhere left to go, they moved to Australia with help from friends.

What kind of person his son will grow up to be, I don't know.He's still just six or seven years old.Even if he's destined for greatness, we'll have to wait and see.

So you see—Feng Shui is always a double-edged sword.To elevate one person, it may cost the lives of many.

Is it worth it?

Only Heaven knows.

Back home, I was just about to pull out my SIM card when my phone rang.It was an unknown number.

Curious, I answered.

The voice was low and raspy:

"Hello? First time using this thing… not used to it."

"…Old Taoist?"

He chuckled.And to be honest—his laugh was creepier than his voice.

"I have a name now," he said."Call me Shu Huachun, or Master Shu."

I laughed.When a gray immortal (a fox or other spirit who gains form) stabilizes its cultivation, it often gives itself a name.If their power isn't solid, they dare not name themselves—because once they do, the underworld registers them, and their location becomes traceable.

They are, after all, supervised earthbound immortals.

"Congratulations, Daoist friend. May you ascend to immortality soon!" I joked.

Master Shu let out a strange cackle.

"You're my benefactor!I received those two talismans—worked great! Got more?These things rack up merit super fast!"

I was thrilled.I'd picked the right method.Could this mean I might even regain my lost lifespan?

"With my blessing added, those talismans have already saved several lives!Word's getting around. Too many people coming—I can't handle it!Hurry and send me more.Also… you short on money?If so, I'll transfer some. You know me—money's useless for someone like me.Heaven won't let me buy stuff or wear nice clothes.Might as well give it to you."

"Just give me your account. I've got 70–80k left after repairing the temple three times!"

He sounded ecstatic.

I was… a little stunned.What had started as a casual idea had turned into something that might just change everything.