Tales of Folk Feng Shui Mysteries

I told Yicheng not to scream—he must keep his mouth shut.Because the phoenix is pure yang by nature, and I had sealed off his four yin meridians. That forced his body's yang energy to surge, and if we compare childbirth pain as level 10, then what he was enduring now was easily level 20.The explosion of yang energy caused his body to swell and tremble, as if every bone was being shattered.

He gritted his teeth, sweat the size of beans seeped from every pore.I kept my eyes on the phoenix tattoo on his back.Once blood finally emerged from the inked phoenix, I pulled a silver needle from the Corpse Dog Acupoint at his neck and said:"Now scream!"

Yicheng had been suppressing it too long.The roar that burst from his throat was like a phoenix's cry, shrill and powerful, echoing in the still air.It lasted unusually long—endlessly loud and forceful without the slightest break.

One by one, I withdrew seven silver needles.When the final one was out, Yicheng collapsed, completely drained and limp.

This method uses the principle of yin and yang balance within the human body:Seal off the yin meridians, allow yang to flood and build up—then, at the critical point, release the energy with a phoenix roar to shock nearby ghosts.

Sure enough, the moment the phoenix cry echoed through the air, two ghost guards with long braids and curved sabers passed through the red walls of the Forbidden City.

They pointed at us and scolded,

"What are you shouting for?! You're giving Her Highness a headache! Can you afford that?!"

Looking closely—They were almost indistinguishable from living people, only slightly transparent.Both wore Imperial Guard uniforms, with darkened faces and cold stares.

I said flatly:

"Where is Jiang Shiyu? Release her!"

"Release someone?"The two guards exchanged glances and actually laughed.

"This is the land of the dead. We have no 'people' here—what are you even talking about?"

I took a deep breath.As a Daoist, one must be compassionate, always mindful of karma—not wantonly taking lives.But this so-called 'gege' had crossed the line.

I narrowed my eyes, raised the Seven-Star Sword, left hand forming the Thunder Mudra, and declared:

"You know what I mean.I am Zhang Dabao, 108th-generation head of Maoshan Sect.I'll give you three breaths to bring her out—If not, don't blame me for what happens next!"

The guards stared at me, unimpressed.

"Little Taoist, go back to wherever you came from.You should be thankful Her Highness forbade us from harming people. Otherwise…"

It was clear—this would end in a fight.

I turned to Yicheng:

"Can you hold on?"

"Just need a moment to rest."He sat cross-legged, breathing hard.

"Alright, recover first."

Meanwhile, the ghost guards were turning to leave.

But I couldn't wait.

I stepped forward and shouted:

"Five Thunders, Five Thunders—gather at Huangning!Take form from mist—roar with lightning and thunder!By divine law, I command!"

A bolt of lightning shot from my fingertip—But one guard casually swatted it away and scoffed:

"Hah! I've seen a hundred like you in my ghost years.You're not even worth the effort."

I lost it.

"F* your ancestors!**"

I lunged, wielding the Seven-Star Sword, stepping into the Tiangang Footwork, and struck.

Clang!

The ghost's curved blade met my sword with terrifying force.These guys weren't just ghosts—they were once Imperial bodyguards.Now, undead for centuries, they were far from ordinary.

The taller one kicked me square in the chest—I flew back, hit the ground, and spat black blood.

"Get lost!" they barked."You think you can shout and scream here without consequences?"

Still on one knee, I wiped my mouth.

"Give her back."

They ignored me.

But I had prepared.

During our first exchange, I'd quietly tossed out two copper coins strung with red thread.Even though my chicken blood thread had burned away in Zhoujia Village, I could still make use of basic ghost-binding arrays.

I quickly jerked the red thread, activating the trap formation.As the coins leapt from the ground, the red string twisted in a crisscross pattern—Ghost Binding Web.

These ghosts were different from ordinary spirits.They were Imperial, tied to dragon qi, hard to deal with.

I hurled three thunder talismans.They ignited mid-air, burning with golden fire—The ghosts howled in pain, their forms flaring and flickering.

But the red threads also began to burn rapidly.

The square in front of the Forbidden City was eerily empty.All the streetlamps had gone out.And the ghostly wails echoed like wind across the ancient road.

I bit my finger and drew a symbol on the stone tiles.Back when Master Wang Yi was alive, he could trace runes in air—I wasn't there yet, but I could anchor this one.

I chanted:

"By Heaven's decree, rise to the Nine Palaces.Align the gods, anchor the soul.Harmonize the essence, energize the spirit.Ignite the sacred fire—dispel evil, banish death.Grant me divine favor—may life flourish eternal!Swift as thunder—SEIZE!"

A phantom green tiger emerged from the ground, roaring as it lunged toward the two ghosts.

At that moment, the red thread snapped.The tiger slammed into them with a thunderous snarl.

They fought back—two sabers slicing at the spectral beast.These ghosts were furious, desperate, their expressions twisted.

"Bastards! No one can save you today!"

While the tiger engaged them, I set up the Arrow Rain Formation—Nine peach pits arranged like arrows on a drawn bow.Peach wood is sacred, and peach pits are the essence—deadly to spirits.

I bit my tongue, spat blood on the peach pits.Then, with a vermillion brush, I wrote arrow sigils on each one.

The moment I finished, I looked up—The tiger was fading, its power nearly spent.

I clasped my hands into a spell seal:

"Pure spirit of Heaven and Earth—Sun and Moon aligned!I offer blood as sacrifice—let the divine strike!Fire!"

A storm of blazing red light erupted from the pits—Countless arrows rained down like meteors.

The green tiger burst into light.The ghost guards were engulfed in fire and screamed in agony.

I exhaled deeply and looked at Yicheng.

He slowly opened his sharp eyes.With his muscular frame and fierce gaze, he looked like a Vajra Guardian.

"I'm fine now. What do you need me to do?"

"There's still a tough fight ahead.Conserve your strength.We'll draw them out—then we talk."

I turned back to the ghost guards.They were pinned down by the red light, their bodies flickering.

Yicheng and I approached.Even in this state, the ghosts threatened me with cruel words.

I didn't waste time.I took out five ancient coins, threaded with blood-stained red string,and slung it around one of their necks like a noose.

Green smoke rose—the ghost screamed, writhing in torment.

I nailed him down with bronze nails—to his ankles, elbows, and forehead.Each nail drove a new wave of agony into him.

The other ghost got a Fire Talisman slapped on his face.

Right in front of the Forbidden City,I carried out ghost torture for all to see.

Even that didn't quench my rage.

Who gave them the right to capture human souls at will?

For ten minutes, the screams echoed—

Then we heard it.Gongs and flutes, drifting eerily down the street.

A full procession emerged from the gates.At the front, two Imperial guards.Behind them: eunuchs, palace maids, and a sedan chair carried by four ghostly eunuchs.

The red bridal chair looked just like an ancient wedding chariot.

"Save me, Gege… save me!" one ghost guard cried.

A stern-looking old woman in Qing Dynasty dress approached.Her voice raspy, her eyes red—unmistakably formidable.

"Why are you causing trouble here? Tired of living?"

The red sedan shimmered.According to Yicheng, this gege had never married.Even in death, she still longed for her wedding day.

"Let her go! I don't care why you're doing this—But you think dragon qi makes you invincible?Let her go, or I'll burn this ghost den to the ground!"

Yicheng looked solemn.

"She's the one who wounded me."

I could see it now—Her red pupils marked her as a true-bodied ghost, the highest tier in Maoshan classification.Strong, solid, resistant to yang energy, and nourished by dragon qi—No wonder the ghosts in the palace thrived.

I was prepared.

If push came to shove, I'd use the Dragon Fragrance Snake Skin—A sacred item shed by a horned white snake, one step away from becoming a jiao dragon.

Its presence carried true dragon qi—a ghost's worst nightmare.

I pulled it out from the green satchel.At once, sun-like yang energy surged into the heavens.

The ghostly sedan trembled.The bearers stumbled.And the chair slammed to the ground.

Its curtain…began to rise.