Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

"A haunted house?" Shang Muchen was almost furious.

Uncle Si laughed and said, "Not many, just four ghosts."

"Ah! Four ghosts aren't enough? Fourth Uncle, please don't use me as a scapegoat. No matter how poor I am, I can't live in a haunted house."

"So what if we live in a haunted house?" Uncle Si said with a straight face, feigning seriousness. "We feng shui masters may not know how to do much else, but we can certainly fix the feng shui of a haunted house, can't we?"

"Fourth Uncle," Shang Muchen said softly to his fourth uncle, "I haven't learned anything yet, have I? What do I know about feng shui?"

"That's right, precisely because you don't know anything, that's why we put you here. It's a good way to cultivate yourself," Uncle Si explained with a smile.

"The key to our 'Qi Observation' technique is mastering the skill of 'Qi observation'."

As for those layouts and positioning techniques based on books and diagrams, those are just tricks; you can learn them by memorizing the books, they're easy to learn.

Observing qi is the most difficult skill to master; even the most talented person needs to undergo rigorous training.

Living here every day, with ghosts appearing day and night, forces you to constantly use your "mind's eye" supernatural power, which is the best training for your ability to observe auras.

Don't worry, I've investigated. These four ghosts aren't dangerous; they just scare people, they won't harm them.

"Fourth Uncle! Is this feasible?" Shang Muchen was having second thoughts.

"What's there to be afraid of? A real man, born between heaven and earth, should do righteous deeds. What is there to fear from ghosts and gods? Didn't you say that yourself?"

"Hey, good, Fourth Uncle, you have a good memory!"

Mr. Wang walked over with a wicked grin and said, "Brother Xiao Shang, let me give you a real look."

This house is indeed haunted. I can't rent it out, and I don't want to rent it out either, for fear of causing more trouble.

I've had monks perform rituals to help the spirits pass on, and I've also had priests perform exorcisms, but nothing worked.

Fourth Uncle interjected, "It's not that those monks and priests aren't skilled enough, it's just that the feng shui of this house is too strange."

This house is located in an extremely yang place, and the extreme of yang gives rise to yin.

In addition, to the north of this building is the liquid nitrogen pipeline of Factory 157, to the east is the seed bank of the Institute of Botany, to the west is a huge five-story-high sculpture of scrap metal equipment, and to the south is the boiler room of the Hongqi Thermal Power Plant.

A large protective barrier composed of the elements of water, wood, metal, and fire surrounded the house.

It's like the surrounding environment forms a giant, smooth glass bowl, and the four unlucky people who fell into it are four glass balls.

Those monks and priests who come over to chant sutras will at most push the glass ball towards the edge of the glass bowl. Once they leave, the glass ball will slide back down to the bottom of the bowl.

So, the four unlucky guys couldn't leave and were trapped in this house.

"What am I supposed to do? Fourth Uncle, you can't expect me to sleep with four dead men every day, can you? How can I survive?"

"So, this is also a task I've left for you. Figure it out yourself: how to help those four pass on to the afterlife."

Now that you've put your mind to it, you're motivated to cultivate yourself, aren't you?

"Oh, Fourth Uncle, you're just making fun of me!"

"Haha, I'm your own fourth uncle, would I harm you?"

"Fourth Uncle, what the hell is this? Tell me so I can be mentally prepared..." Shang Muchen was about to cry.

Mr. Wang walked over and said with a smile, "Brother Shang, what Master Shang said is true. It's called a haunted house, but it's not actually that scary."

Master Shang said there were four ghosts, but I've only seen two of them.

One of them was the original owner of this house, whom I knew. He was a rich second-generation, an artist, and loved painting. He was a homebody, but later he suffered a breakup and his paintings didn't become famous, which led to depression and suicide. He hanged himself from the roof beam.

I drank with him when he was alive; he was a nice guy. Even after he died, I've seen him hanging around this house.

I even tried to talk to him after he became a ghost, but he ignored me, haha.

The other ghost is a worker from decades ago when this building was still a workshop. He was an honest and kind man who died here in an accident. He never knew he was dead and was still busy trying to work.

I haven't seen the other two ghosts.

Uncle Si laughed and said, "The rest is just a research project, Xiao Chen. Figure it out for yourself, haha."

Shang Muchen was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

I walked around the building for a while and actually fell in love with it.

First of all, this place is really big, really luxurious, and really fun.

The original owner of the house was indeed a playboy. There were three bedrooms on the second floor, a study with bookshelves full of old books, and an art studio filled with paintings.

The first floor is even bigger. In addition to the basketballs, billiard balls, game consoles, TVs, computers, bicycles, and fishing gear I just saw, there are also wine cabinets, Chinese and Western kitchens, and wardrobes and shoe cabinets spanning hundreds of square meters.

In short, the original owner of this house crammed all the sources of male pleasure into it.

Shang Muchen even saw an entire room full of exquisite life-size figurines in a storage room in the basement.

After wandering around, Shang Muchen found a watch cabinet filled with dozens of high-end watches in the study on the second floor, and even saw the same Harry Winston tourbillon as Lu Mingdi.

With a determined heart, Shang Muchen took off the Harry Winston Tourbillon, put it on his wrist, played with it for a while, and then put it back.

With gritted teeth, Shang Muchen said to his fourth uncle, "Fourth Uncle, I'll take the plunge and stay for a few days to see how it goes."

"Great job, my nephew! You're so generous! I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Uncle Si said with a smile. "Xiao Chen, you should be secretly happy about this."

When my master was training me, he always forced me to sleep in graveyards.

You're incredibly lucky to have managed to stay in this haunted house, haha.

The old folks often say, "You young people of your generation are really living the good life." I think that's absolutely true, don't you think?

"A haunted house and a cemetery, I think they're pretty much the same," Shang Muchen muttered.

"Nonsense! You have no idea how cold the cemetery is." Fourth Uncle laughed and punched Shang Muchen, who nodded obediently.

After chatting with Mr. Wang for a while, he agreed to provide Shang Muchen with various services such as power, gas, internet, and landline. He also said that he would send a cleaner to clean the room the next morning. Afterward, he gave Shang Muchen the room's password.

As dusk fell, Shang Muchen left with mixed feelings and went home to pack his things.

My mother asked with concern, "Son, are you really moving out? Where will you live? I'll tidy up your room."

"No need, don't worry, there's cleaning service."

"Where do you live? How did you find this place?"

"My fourth uncle found it for me. It's in the 157 Art District. There's an old painter's studio there. The painter moved out, and it's now empty."

Shang Muchen gave his mother the address and landline number, but didn't dare say it was a haunted house.

When Dad heard this, he was about to yell again: "You're just following in your fourth brother's footsteps! You've all been corrupted! What feng shui? It's all a bunch of damn shams! Sooner or later you'll end up in jail too!"

Shang Muchen took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said to his father, "As long as I find a decent job, I'll go to work. Don't worry."

After saying all that, he grabbed a large bag of clothes and various other items, said goodbye to his mother, left home, and moved into the haunted house.

After securing the door, Shang Muchen chose the largest suite bedroom, didn't clean it, changed the sheets and duvet cover, and went to sleep.

At first, I slept quite soundly.

In the middle of the night, Shang Muchen felt someone shaking him.

"Hey buddy, wake up!" came a thick Beijing accent.

Shang Muchen was still half asleep when he turned around and sat up. In his dazed state, he suddenly saw a small hand with three slender fingers resting on his thigh.