Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

After a night's rest, Shang Muchen, dressed neatly, left "White Crow Studio" early the next morning and headed to the place his fourth uncle had arranged to meet.

Before closing the door, Shang Muchen called out into the empty room, "Uncle Sa, Uncle Wang, chickens popping, I'm going out!"

There was a loud rustling sound from upstairs. Shang Muchen guessed that someone—no, a ghost—had heard his farewell, so he closed the door.

The summer sun shone on his face, and even the ultra-thin fine wool suit was a bit hot. Shang Muchen, with his coat slung over his shoulder, confidently embarked on his journey, feeling as if he were the biggest piece of rotten meat in a dog poop bowl.

The place Uncle Si arranged to meet was a park on the edge of the CBD, at the intersection of the Xiaoqing River and the Qingfeng River.

As soon as his fourth uncle saw him, he clapped and laughed, praising him repeatedly: "Little Chen! You're just like a man with clothes, a horse with a saddle, and a dog with a bell running happily!"

Your outfit wasn't cheap; it has a really old-money vibe. Good taste, though! Which shop did you get it custom-made? It must have cost a fortune, right?

Shang Muchen smiled wryly and said, "I don't know if you'll believe me, but this outfit was put together for me by Sa Sanqi."

"Sa Sanqi?" Fourth Uncle was surprised at first, then revealed the kind of overjoyed expression one would have when "you're waiting for a Red Dragon in a Thirteen Orphans hand, and your most hated opponent plays a Red Dragon." He exclaimed in surprise.

"Xiao Chen, you and Sa Sanqi get along very well!"

"It's not exactly great, but at least he doesn't cause me any trouble," Shang Muchen said with a wry smile. "Getting along well with a hanged man isn't exactly a skill, sigh..."

"That's not it! Little Chen, living beings roam freely between the Yin and Yang realms, never deceiving Heaven above, nor ghosts below, nor others outside, nor their own hearts inside. They are always responsive and always tranquil, always pure and serene. This is the Great Dao."

"At such a young age, you can already converse with spirits and deities on equal terms; sooner or later you'll ascend to the heavens."

"You're just flattering me, aren't you the one who forced me to live in the haunted house?"

"But not every cultivator can attain the Great Dao," Uncle Si said with a smile. "It also depends on talent."

How many people want to learn some supernatural principles, only to be terrified to death by their own delusions at the very first step?

You're doing well. Keep it up, and you'll achieve great things.

Besides Sa Sanqi, how did she get along with the other three ghosts?

"I've also seen Wang Jianshe and Jilibeng, but I haven't seen the fourth one."

"Chicken jumping? Which one is 'chicken jumping'?"

"The Little Greys, huh?"

"Oh! That guy even has a name!" Uncle Si exclaimed in surprise. "I didn't know that. Can he even talk?"

"Of course, he's not only good at talking, but he's also very witty."

He learned Mandarin by listening to crosstalk and storytelling, so his speech is full of slang and sounds vulgar and unsophisticated.

"Haha! I really want to see it." Uncle Si laughed until his face was covered in wrinkles.

Shang Muchen also wanted to ask which of the several books on feng shui he had bought should he read first.

My fourth uncle, however, was not interested in reading. He waved his hand repeatedly and told him that memorizing two or three books would be enough. He didn't need to pay too much attention to those diagrams, tables, algorithms, and data deductions. The most important thing was to pursue the feeling itself.

As the two were chatting, three men in suits walked towards them.

The leader was an old man with gray hair, a sallow complexion, and a sickly appearance. He exuded the lifeless aura of a middle-aged spinster who had just overheard gossip about her boyfriend's infidelity while experiencing irregular periods.

Shang Muchen didn't need any special abilities or divine eyes to see that the old man was in a state of utter misfortune.

As the old saying goes, bad luck leads to fortune-telling. Shang Muchen was already thinking about what kind of words he should use to fool the old man, just like his fourth uncle.

"Master Shang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!" The old man warmly extended his hand.

Fourth Uncle stepped forward, took the old man's hand with a concerned expression, and said earnestly, "Mr. Fang, judging from your face, have you run into trouble again recently?"

"It's a long story. Come on, let me show you." The old man waved towards the depths of the park.

Fourth Uncle pulled Shang Muchen forward and greeted him, "Little Chen, come and say hello to General Manager Fang of Qiancheng Real Estate."

"Hello, Mr. Fang." Shang Muchen shook hands with him in a grand manner.

"Oh? This young man is..." The old man, referred to as Boss Fang, looked Shang Muchen up and down in surprise. When he saw his clothes, he showed a look of not daring to underestimate him, and his eyes lingered on the Harry Winston Tourbillon watch on Shang Muchen's wrist.

"He is my nephew, and also my disciple. He is known in the martial arts world as 'White Crow' Shang Muchen. He is a rising star in the Feng Shui world of the capital, a rising star in the Northern School of Feng Shui!"

Uncle Si's earnest introduction made Shang Muchen feel a little guilty and blush.

In the world of martial arts, one's identity is self-defined. A thick skin brings plenty of opportunities, while a thin skin leaves you with nothing. If you look presentable and capable, you've already achieved seventy percent of your goal.

Shang Muchen understood these principles, but he couldn't lie to himself about the feeling of his legs going weak.

Shang Muchen tried his best to appear confident, imagining himself as the biggest and most conspicuous electronic signboard in the subway station, welcoming millions of people every day. He confidently clasped his hands in a fist and smiled at Boss Fang:

"My fourth uncle is too kind. I am still young and will need your guidance in the future."

"Oh, young man, you're quite the talker, you have a bright future ahead of you!" President Fang nodded repeatedly.

Uncle Si deliberately lowered his voice mysteriously and whispered, "President Fang, Xiao Chen is a rising star who has been recognized by Director Wu."

Director Wu personally selected him, arranged a meditation retreat for him, and even invited him to take the exam for a position within the bureau.

"Really? Goodness, what an outstanding young man!" Mr. Fang nodded repeatedly, like a razor with a new blade, smoothly switching from the air of an elder to the state of an outsider admiring an expert, saying repeatedly,

"You really can't underestimate today's young people!"

"Great times produce outstanding talents; our magnificent land will depend on you, the younger generation, to protect and build it in the future!"

"Yes! Yes!" Shang Muchen tried his best to put on a mysterious and humble air, like that of a top student who, to please his girlfriend, only managed to get second place in the grade but then helped her get first place.

"Life's journey is long and arduous. Though I have lofty ambitions, I still need the support and assistance of you elders. Thank you for your recognition."

This humility clearly infected the old man named Boss Fang, who patted Shang Muchen's arm affectionately and pulled him along.

The group walked along the path in the park, climbed up the small hill, and stood on the high ground to look out at the confluence of the Xiaoqing River and the Qingfeng River in the distance.

"Master Shang, the dragon head, python, and tiger tail formation you designed for me has been completely suppressed by Tianlu Group's new real estate project!" General Manager Fang said with a worried look.

"Now my businesses at Tingyunxie, Qianchenggang Mall and Wufang Club have all declined!"

"Look, I heard that the Feng Shui master hired by Tianlu Group is from Japan. He not only understands Feng Shui, but also incorporates Yin-Yang techniques such as talismans and incantations!"

Shang Muchen stood on the viewing platform atop the hill, leaning on the railing, gazing across the river to the other side of the park. The scene before him was indeed breathtaking.