A top star in the Chinese entertainment industry, but also a Taoist priest.

Chen Shouyi took a sip of tea and replied unhurriedly:

"In matters of feng shui, the key is to follow the natural flow. It's like farming. If you choose a good plot of land, you should water it and fertilize it as needed, and your harvest will naturally be better than others. But that land was originally meant to grow crops, and I was merely helping it by moving some stones."

"Oh—" Wu Song nodded as if he suddenly understood.

Guo Hu interrupted, "Master, what do you think of this location for our film crew? Is the studio location suitable? How about the date we chose for the start of filming?"

Chen Shouyi smiled slightly, not answering directly, but saying casually, "After I visit the film set tomorrow, I will naturally give you an explanation."

Li Xianchang, who had been holding a wine glass and hadn't said much until now, suddenly spoke up:

"Master, to be honest, what we art directors fear most is that the set we've set up will violate a taboo, and we'll have to dismantle and rebuild it before filming starts. That would be a real disaster."

"During filming before, there was some kind of statue of a deity placed in the studio, but it wasn't positioned correctly. On the first day of filming, someone fell off the scaffolding. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but ever since then, no one has dared to be careless."

Chen Shouyi glanced at him. From the man's palm and face, he could tell that he was a meticulous and detail-oriented person, the kind of person who would do things in a very methodical way in the crew.

"I've encountered this situation quite a few times, Benefactor Li," Chen Shouyi said slowly.

"When building a set in a studio, the biggest taboo is the clash between form and sound pollution. Many people only pay attention to what they can see and ignore the direction of sound and airflow, which are actually the most dangerous things."

Li Xianchang listened attentively and subconsciously leaned forward: "Daoist Master, what do you mean by this?"

Seeing that he had become interested, Chen Shouyi decided to speak more freely:

"The space inside the shed is enclosed and the airflow is not smooth. If the large scenery, high platforms, and screens you build are located in a way that blocks the airflow, they will create a 'stagnant evil'."

Spending too much time inside can cause dizziness, irritability, and poor decision-making—all due to this reason. Add to that the noise of the film set, with all sorts of equipment running simultaneously, creating a heavy sound pollution effect; the combination of these factors makes it no wonder accidents happen.

Li Xianchang nodded repeatedly, the more he listened, the more he felt that this Taoist priest was not a charlatan, but someone who truly had knowledge.

"Master, how should we set up our shed?" Li Xianchang then asked.

"I'll go check it out tomorrow and then we'll talk about it." Chen Shouyi picked up his teacup, not taking the bait, leaving it at that.

Zhao Mingyuan watched from the side, nodding inwardly.

Among the people at this table, Wu Song and Li Xianchang are notoriously difficult to please. One is a tech enthusiast, and the other is a perfectionist who nitpicks over details. The fact that this Taoist priest can make them listen so obediently shows that he is truly capable.

After a few words, the hot dishes were served one after another—steamed sea bass, Longjing shrimp, Dongpo pork, crab roe tofu, plus several seasonal vegetables. The presentation was exquisite, and the portions were generous, not the kind of banquet that focuses on quantity.

Zhao Mingyuan picked up his wine glass and stood up: "Come, come, let's toast the Taoist priest again. He must remember this kindness after his long journey."

After a few drinks, the atmosphere quickly became lively.

Wu Song leaned closer and said, "Master, I heard from Brother Zhao that you are very accurate at reading faces. Could you take a look at mine? I've been feeling unlucky lately and I'd like to see if there's anything wrong with it."

Chen Shouyi glanced at him, then looked at his palm, and casually said:

"Mr. Wu, your complexion is rather dark, and there's a bluish tinge on your forehead, which is caused by excessive liver fire and long-term sleep deprivation. There's a horizontal line running through the middle of your life line on your palm, indicating that an elder in your family is ill. However, this line isn't deep, suggesting that the problem isn't serious and can improve with proper care."

Wu Song paused for a moment: "I do stay up late every day. The lighting adjustments in the team often go on until two or three in the morning. My mother was just diagnosed with high blood pressure last month..."

"Stop staying up late, drink less alcohol, and drink more water," Chen Shouyi said calmly. "Your wealth palace looks good on your face, so you'll have some income in the next six months. Don't worry too much about work."

Wu Song nodded repeatedly, his expression visibly more relaxed.

Li Xianchang also spoke up: "Taoist Master, could you take a look at me? This is my birth year, and I feel like everything is going wrong."

Chen Shouyi glanced at him, asked for his birth date, and did some mental calculations:

"Mr. Li's birth chart indicates a fire element, and this year is indeed a year of conflict with the Grand Duke Jupiter. However, you have a benefactor in your destiny, who should be in the southeast. The benefactor you will meet this year happens to be in this direction. As long as you follow the right person, not only will you avoid trouble, but you will also have unexpected joys."

After hearing this, Li Xianchang glanced at Zhao Mingyuan subconsciously and chuckled twice: "Then I'm relieved."

Zhang Mingxuan, who was in charge of publicity, also came over and asked a few questions about the publicity schedule. Chen Shouyi casually picked a date for him, saying it would be good for dissemination and exposure.

Zhang Mingxuan immediately took out his phone and wrote it down, saying that he would arrange the publicity schedule according to this date.

After a few questions, the way the people at the table looked at Chen Shouyi changed visibly. Their initial politeness, which was just to give Zhao Mingyuan face, turned into genuine admiration.

Zhou Zheng, the coordinator, laughed and said, "Brother Zhao, you really invited the right person this time. This Taoist priest's skill level is much more reliable than the ones we've encountered before."

Zhao Mingyuan smiled smugly: "Of course, when have I, Zhao Mingyuan, ever been unreliable?"

The atmosphere was lively when Guo Hu suddenly slammed his wine glass on the table with a thud.

Everyone at the table looked at him.

Guo Hu leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, a half-smile on his face:

"Master, you just showed it to Old Wu and Old Li, and what you said seemed quite plausible. Could you take a look at mine?"

Chen Shouyi put down his chopsticks, his gaze falling on Guo Hu, and he looked him up and down.

With just one glance, he already knew what was going on.

Guo Hu was a burly man with strong muscles, clearly someone who had practiced martial arts for many years.

But now that Chen Shouyi has cultivated the "Yellow Emperor's Inner Landscape Cultivation Technique," his eyes are even more venomous than before.

Although Guo Hu looked strong, there was a hint of fatigue between his brows, and the veins near his temples were slightly bulging. Although he tried to keep his breathing steady, the rhythm of his chest rising and falling was obviously half a beat faster than normal.

These are typical symptoms of overtraining in martial arts and exhaustion of qi and blood. It looks like a mountain, but it's actually riddled with holes inside.

"Mr. Guo, does your right knee hurt more on cloudy days?"

Guo Hu's smile froze.

The table fell silent.

"And another thing," Chen Shouyi continued unhurriedly.

"You have an old injury on your left shoulder blade, it must have been there for at least seven or eight years, right?"

I don't usually feel it, but my arms ache so much I can barely lift them when the seasons change. There's been a lot of rain in Hengdian lately, your shoulders must have been through a lot.

Guo Hu's lips twitched, and he unconsciously sat up straight.

"You also have a problem with your left lower back, either a sprain or a strain. You can only sleep on your side, and your lower back hurts when you lie flat."

Chen Shouyi picked up his teacup and took a sip. "Besides, your stomach isn't good either. It's not a stomach disease, but rather the result of long-term irregular eating habits and holding your breath too hard during martial arts practice, which has damaged your stomach's energy. You tend to experience acid reflux after eating, right?"

Guo Hu's expression shifted from shock to disbelief. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, finally managing to squeeze out a few words:

"How...how did you know?"

Shouzhuo chimed in quietly from the side, "Of course my master could tell."

Just this one sentence, no more, no less.

Chen Shouyi smiled and said nothing more.

Guo Hu was stunned for a long time, then suddenly chuckled, picked up his wine glass, and stood up:

"Master, I was wrong to say that just now, and I apologize. I'm just a talkative person and I don't think before I speak, so please don't take it to heart."

Zhao Mingyuan quickly chimed in, "That's just how Brother Tiger is, straightforward but not a bad person. Daoist Master, please don't take it to heart."

Wu Song also smiled and smoothed things over: "Brother Hu is known for his straightforwardness in our group, but he works really hard and is also very loyal."

Chen Shouyi waved his hand: "It's alright."

Guo Hu was still standing, holding a wine glass, with a fawning smile on his face:

"Master, now that you've figured it out, is there any way to help me? My health is really not good anymore. I feel pain all over my body when it's cloudy or rainy, and the hospital can't find anything wrong with me."

Chen Shouyi glanced at him, but did not answer directly. Instead, he turned to look at Shouzhuo sitting next to him.

"Shou Zhuo."

"Master."

"If Benefactor Guo has time to come to you later, teach him that set of meridian-clearing and guiding techniques to help him improve his blood circulation."

Shouzhuo put down his teacup and nodded: "Yes."

Guo Hu quickly turned to Shou Zhuo, clasping his hands in a fist salute: "Then I'll have to trouble you, young master! I'll come to see you another day!"

Shouzhuo bowed slightly: "You're too kind, benefactor."

Everyone at the table laughed, and the atmosphere immediately relaxed.

Taking the opportunity, Zhao Mingyuan raised his glass again: "Come, come, let's toast the Taoist priest again!"

After several rounds of drinks, the meal was almost finished.

Wu Song checked the time and suggested, "Hey guys, a new place opened nearby, the sound system's pretty good, wanna go check it out? Daoist, wanna come along?"