Tales of Folk Feng Shui Mysteries

If he was merely a monk, he would choose to save.If he was truly enlightened, he might stay and stop me.

But he was not a god—he was a man.

And I knew that Yi Cheng was like a son to him.

If he didn't save him now, Yi Cheng would certainly die.

This was a nasty move on my part—but I had no other choice.

Miaoyin hesitated, sighed, and said nothing.He turned and ran after Yi Cheng's scattered souls—his large frame fading into the darkened streets.

Facing the main gate of the Forbidden City, I placed the rolling pin vertically, aligning it with Qingning Palace inside.I stood on the meridian line, and drew a circle around me on the ground.

The ancients used the sun's shadow cast by trees to determine the time, forming the basis of the Ten Heavenly Stems and Twelve Earthly Branches.This reflected the principles of Yin-Yang and the Eight Trigrams.

As moonlight fell on the vertical pin, its shadow began to shift—turning into a dragon's silhouette.

I cupped my hands and bowed.

"Disciple, under the command of the Primordial Heavenly Lord, seeks to capture this demon.I beseech the Dragon Spirit for assistance!"

A faint dragon's roar echoed.The shadow dragon circled me three times, then stretched toward the Forbidden City.

Moments later, the shadow returned—dragging along the ghostly figure of the Qing dynasty princess.She looked panicked, frantically begging me to let her go.

I didn't want to harm civilians or ghosts.So I decided to deceive her.

I sternly declared:

"I am a Celestial Star Marshal, sent by the Jade Emperor.Your plan to harm the living has been discovered. Do you admit your guilt?"

The ghostly princess turned pale and dropped to her knees.

"I'm innocent! I just lost my mind! I've been a ghost too long and couldn't resist hurting people…"

Her entourage—maidservants, guards—rushed over.Seeing her frightened, they too fell to their knees.

I added solemnly:

"If you surrender now, I may plead mercy for you in Heaven.But take another step, and you'll face eternal destruction."

"Thank you, Exalted Immortal!" They kowtowed desperately.

Since the palace was still sealed, the princess ordered her ghostly maid to retrieve a red sedan chair.

In the blink of an eye, a bright red ghost sedan emerged—carried by ghostly eunuchs.

"Please, Celestial Lord, ride the sedan. Let us carry you into the palace," she said respectfully.

Having achieved my goal, I turned to my Sanbao Jade Ruyi (rolling pin) and asked it to release the princess's soul.

It cooperated—retracting the dragon shadow.

I entered the ghost sedan.

Surprisingly, there was no bumpiness. In the blink of an eye, the princess outside told me we had arrived.

Lifting the curtain, I found myself inside Qingning Palace.

In one corner was a metal cage, and Shi Yu, in white robes, crouched inside—expression blank and eyes unfocused.

My lungs nearly burst with rage.

"You steal souls and imprison the innocent—you deserve to die!"I raised the rolling pin—but held it still midair.

I couldn't strike her.

If I did… it wouldn't just be her that died.

So instead, I drew a circle around her with the rolling pin.

"This place is now your prison—for one thousand years.Step outside, and be annihilated!"

Then I turned to the rest of the ghostly court.

"None of you are to leave Qingning Palace.Disobey—and face divine lightning."

The Jade Ruyi radiated divine energy.No ghost dared question it.

I tore off the princess's jade pendant and extracted Shi Yu's soul, storing it safely within.

Then I pointed outside.

"Guards, escort me in the sedan—I'm going after the evil sorcerer Azan Baden."

"Yes, yes, yes!"The ghostly eunuchs prostrated themselves in fear.

Seated in the ghost sedan once more, I closed my eyes and reached out with my Heavenly Master Talisman—sensing that Azan Baden was fleeing south.

The sedan accelerated.

In folklore, powerful yin-yang masters could summon ghosts to carry sedan chairs—so-called "ghost sedans", capable of traveling thousands of miles by night and even crossing realms.

Of course, I wasn't that powerful.I was merely borrowing my ancestral master's reputation to scare these ghosts into helping.

Within moments, we'd overtaken Baden.

When I stepped out, I realized—I was now far past Liaoyang, standing on a deserted rural highway.

Anyone who's driven through the countryside at night knows how pitch-black it gets.No streetlights, dense trees on either side.

The six ghostly sedan bearers stood silently behind me.

I waited in the darkness.

Ten minutes later, headlights appeared in the distance.

Time was running out.Shi Yu's parents were already beyond saving—so I would take vengeance on her behalf.

"Go stop that car," I ordered.

The ghostly guards nodded frantically—like bobbleheads—and vanished.

A few moments later, screeching brakes echoed as the car swerved wildly—it was clearly under supernatural attack.

Azan Baden may be a powerful Thai necromancer, but I didn't believe he had a ghost king who'd survived a thousand years.

But my sedan bearers?Every one of them was a resentful spirit from before the Qing dynasty entered the Central Plains.By ghost hierarchy—they were living ancestors.

CRASH!The car slammed into a poplar tree.

I approached calmly, hands behind my back.The car was totaled, flames licking its hood.Inside, I saw Baden, dazed.

"Pull him out," I said.

The ghostly guards opened the door.

Just then, Baden hurled two amulets—glowing Buddhist talismans.

Silver light surged. Sanskrit spells filled the air.

I recognized them immediately:

One was a Theravāda Buddhist incantation: the Upasenna Sutra.

The other: the Nine-Headed Naga King Curse.

Thai Buddhism traces its roots to ancient Indian Theravāda practice, focused more on ritual and technique.Before the Tang Dynasty, Chinese monks practiced it too—until Xuanzang brought Mahayana back from India, replacing it.

Theravāda emphasizes sorcery; Mahayana emphasizes doctrine.

So yes, most Thai monks... aren't exactly holy.(They have concubines, enslaved girls, and claim it's all "for the sake of Buddha.")

Those two incantations startled the ghosts.They faltered, hesitant to move forward.

But I didn't care.I strode up—smashed both amulets with my rolling pin. Crack! Crack!

Staring Baden down, I grinned coldly:

"We meet again."