Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Shang Muchen blurted out, "Fourth Uncle! That's it!"

The property manager was dumbfounded and waved his hands, saying, "Master Shang, I personally supervised the decoration and furniture of these rooms. I have never seen a black dog painted on the wall in any room."

Fourth Uncle squatted down by the wall with the black dog painted on it, scratched it with his fingernail, and then asked Shang Muchen to find a tool.

Shang Muchen took a kitchen knife, and Fourth Uncle scraped at the drawing of the black dog, removing the putty layer and scraping all the way down to the cement layer. The drawing of the black dog was still visible.

"Damn, that's authentic. This little devil is a professional," Uncle Si muttered.

"What's going on?" the property manager asked in shock. "What kind of paint is this? How did it penetrate so deeply?"

"The ancients said, 'It's seeped in turtle urine,' meaning the paint is mixed with turtle urine that has been refined using sorcery and evil magic," Uncle Si said emphatically.

"Manager Sun, you're just out of luck. Demolish the house; scraping it won't work."

The property manager scratched his head in surprise and pressed, "Master Shang, please tell me what exactly happened? Is this apartment still habitable? Will there be any more problems in the community?"

Fourth Uncle stood up, nodded, and explained, "I haven't fully figured things out yet, but based on the current situation, it seems that the Japanese devil used this auspicious place of yours to cultivate some kind of demon."

Here's the thing:

Look at the map. The location of your building is between two rivers and a ditch. Combined with the "Zhen Palace" position here, which is the position of the Three Jade Star (禄存木星), wood generates fire, and the essence gathers, making it perfect for building a large brazier.

Looking at the layout and orientation of your room, it's a one-bedroom apartment with a large bedroom and a small living room. It's not square; viewed vertically, it looks like a large-bellied medicine pot.

That grandson lives in this house for a very clear purpose: to take advantage of this place, which can gather energy from all sides, to cause trouble through some kind of sorcery or evil magic.

"Oh, if you put it that way, I just remembered something," the property manager said, nodding.

"I remember when that customer first came, the salesperson showed him several apartments, and he specifically chose this one. There were rooms with better layouts upstairs, but he didn't want them."

"Yeah, those damn Japanese devils are professionals."

Ya's purpose was very clear: to use this geographical layout to refine some kind of demon.

I've heard that the Japanese have a kind of evil magic called "Shikigami" that can manipulate spirits; it might be something like that.

That Japanese devil probably extracted the vengeful spirits of dead dogs left behind by the hawk and hound lairs that had been entrenched in the area for hundreds of years, and used them to create that black dog monster.

"Oh my god! Should we...should we call the police?" the property manager asked in shock.

"What's the use of calling the police? They just lost stray cats and dogs, and there aren't even any bodies. You don't have any evidence that the Japanese devil committed the crime."

Even if you catch him, you don't have any solid evidence. Based solely on this mural and a few words of nonsense from this old man, what crime can you convict him of?

"Sigh, so tell me, what should we do now?"

Uncle Si pursed his lips, shook his head and said, "There's no good way. Let's redecorate and completely remove the picture of the black dog. That should solve the problem of stray dogs dying in the middle of the night here."

As for what those Japanese devils do with this concocted monster, that's none of our business.

When I left Tianlu Jiayuan, the property manager thanked me profusely and gave my fourth uncle a large red envelope.

Fourth Uncle took a few bills from the red envelope and gave the rest to Shang Muchen.

Shang Muchen quietly counted them and estimated there were forty or fifty thousand.

"Fourth Uncle, you take the lion's share, I don't need that much..."

"Take it. Dating costs money, don't be stingy."

Shang Muchen raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, "Fourth Uncle, how did you know I'm in a relationship?"

"Nonsense, you exude an aura of romance; anyone can see that. How could I, a master of 'qi observation,' not see it?"

Shang Muchen smiled shyly.

"Xiao Chen, although that girl from the Liu family is a good person, she seems to have some flaws that I haven't figured out yet."

After her father turned himself in, the deathly aura around her dissipated somewhat, but it was far from being completely dispelled.

Pay close attention, observe carefully, and tell me immediately if anything goes wrong.

When his fourth uncle said that, Shang Muchen realized that he hadn't told his fourth uncle that the "Flying Bat Girl" was Liu Qingyang.

The father and son left the neighborhood and strolled down the street. Shang Muchen recounted his entire dream to his fourth uncle in detail.

"Qingming Temple?" Fourth Uncle scratched his head, asking in surprise, "Xiao Chen, you dreamed about Qingming Temple?"

"Yes, I remember it very clearly. The dream was extremely vivid. Why are you asking about it?"

"My master practices at Qingming Temple!" Uncle Si said. "Who did you meet?"

"A middle-aged Taoist priest and a young Taoist nun of thirteen or fourteen years old."

The middle-aged Taoist priest was incredibly timid, while the little girl was remarkably brave.

"Hmm, what a coincidence, what a coincidence..." Fourth Uncle nodded. "Go on, what happened next?"

"I dreamt of a man again, a few years older than me, who claimed to be my older brother..."

Shang Muchen recounted the whole story.

Fourth Uncle listened attentively, lost in thought, and remained silent for a long time.

"Fourth Uncle, I know I have an older brother, but he died before I was born."

Do you remember my brother?

"Hmm, Shang Muming, that kid is exactly like you, so cute..." Uncle Si suddenly changed the subject and said, "Xiao Chen, there's something I need to tell you."

"Please speak."

"In our line of work, we need to use an alias so that it's easy to be addressed when we're out and about."

After all, it's not always convenient to use your real name.

"You should think of a pseudonym yourself, preferably something auspicious, grand, and easy to remember."

"Optimus Prime," Shang Muchen blurted out.

"No, it's too grand for you to handle."

"I'm talking about Transformers."

"The toy name won't work."

"Vegeta."

"Foreign names are not allowed either."

"They're not foreigners, they're aliens."

"Aliens are even less likely to survive!"

"That's quite troublesome. Fourth Uncle, what's your alias?"

"Golden-eyed turtle".

"You bastard, hee hee."

"No manners! The golden-eyed tortoise is a mascot; tortoises always hold their heads high and never look down."

Moreover, the tortoise serves under the True Martial Emperor, enjoying the protection of a powerful figure, allowing it to roam the world without hindrance.

"You're quite good at explaining."

"Think it over carefully yourself, and tell me tomorrow."

"Okay."

After saying goodbye to his fourth uncle, Shang Muchen strolled home.

As soon as I got home, I received a message from Liu Qingyang:

Professor Eileen has taken on a really strange case. Want to come and see what's going on?

Shang Muchen chuckled inwardly. "Liu Qingyang, if you want to hang out with me, just say so. You're so shy, using the work your tutor assigned you as an excuse."

Overjoyed, Shang Muchen changed into clean clothes, stuffed a lot of money in his pocket, and hurried to the place Liu Qingyang had mentioned.

When Shang Muchen arrived at the destination, he was dumbfounded.