Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Sa Sanqi told Shang Muchen about his experience at the Shanbei Detention Center.

Several years ago, Sa Sanqi got into a fight while drunk and was detained in the Shanbei Detention Center.

Because he was injured, as is customary, injured prisoners are usually kept in the innermost cell, which has a small storage room.

At night, Sa Sanqi saw a constantly changing ouroboros floating in the air in her dream, exactly the same as what Shang Muchen had seen.

Overjoyed, Sa Sanqi memorized the appearance of the ouroboros and began to draw it after returning home.

Unexpectedly, the creation of this painting was extremely difficult.

Sa Sanqi tried his best to draw the ouroboros he saw in his dream, but no matter how he created it, he could not accurately express what he saw in his dream.

In his anguish, he was unable to complete the painting before his suicide.

After his death, Sa Sanqi's soul lingered in his home, unwilling to accept his fate. Suddenly, he realized that he could use fluorescent paint to create changing effects, and that's when he began to continue creating.

It is unknown how long it will take to complete this painting in the future. In any case, the painting of the ouroboros is one of Sa Sanqi's last wishes.

Nothing else really happened, but one thing that really bothered Shang Muchen was how Sa Sanqi continued painting even though he was already dead.

Sa Sanqi shook his head and said, "I know the house itself is strange, but I don't know why."

Inside the house, I can't always 'touch' things.

Sometimes, I'll just walk through walls or doors, and in those situations, I can't pick up a paintbrush.

However, sometimes I feel as if I have gained a physical form, and I can occasionally pick up a paintbrush and continue painting.

I don't know when I'll be able to feel touch, but I'll draw for a while whenever I can touch something, so progress is slow.

But we're really destined to meet.

"You even saw that ouroboros! Could you help me finish this painting?"

Shang Muchen smiled wryly and sighed, "Uncle Sa, I've never studied painting, and I'm clumsy. It would be terrible if I ruined your painting."

Sa Sanqi nodded and said, "That's right. If I can't paint and I start painting rashly, my paintings will be lost."

"Hey, Shang Muchen, would you like to learn to draw? I can teach you."

Shang Muchen thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Learning to paint is fine too. Improving one's artistic cultivation is a good thing."

"Great!" Sa Sanqi clapped her hands happily and said, "First, cover up this painting, then go get a piece of paper. I'll start by teaching you the simplest outlines and lines."

It was a very fulfilling night. Sa Sanqi taught Shang Muchen how to draw, and they drew until late at night. Shang Muchen was so sleepy that he finally went to bed.

In his dream, Sa Sanqi lingered by Shang Muchen's bedside for a long time, trying to pull his mind away from his body so he could continue learning to paint.

Exhausted, Shang Muchen pretended to be dead, ignoring Sa Sanqi, and this time slept soundly.

When I woke up, it was already broad daylight.

Having not slept well the night before, Shang Muchen felt dizzy and washed up. He looked around the room, but Sa Sanqi was nowhere to be found.

During the daytime, Sa Sanqi and Wang Jianshe usually don't come out; only Jilibeng occasionally appears.

By the way, Uncle Si said there are four ghosts in the house, but so far only three have been seen. Who is the fourth ghost?

Too lazy to think about these things, Shang Muchen, as usual, took "An Introduction to Feng Shui" with him, found a coffee shop, and ate breakfast while reading the book.

This textbook is written in a concise and clear manner, and Shang Muchen found it very helpful, gaining some basic understanding of Feng Shui.

In fact, Feng Shui is the ancient people's observation and summary of the energy flow of all things in the world.

The key to Feng Shui is not "form", but the flow, accumulation and application of Qi.

Having understood this, Shang Muchen gained a deeper understanding of the four words his fourth uncle had asked him to "train his mind."

Indeed, as Uncle Si said, as long as one's "mind's eye" is strong enough to see through the flow of Qi, there is no need for any auxiliary tools or reference materials.

Those Feng Shui masters who use compasses, crystal balls, or dowsing rods to determine locations must also go through a series of mathematical calculations.

Sometimes they even have to consult the two "databases" of "Lianshan Yi" and "Guicang Yi" to figure out the state of Qi in a specific location, which seems very clumsy.

This feeling is like a child learning to ride a bicycle. In order to ride, they have to use math to calculate how much force to use with their left foot and how many degrees to pedal with their right foot to get the bike moving.

In fact, riding a bicycle only requires engaging your senses and boldly trusting your instincts; there's no need for calculations.

The same applies to Feng Shui. As long as you can "see" how the Qi flows, there is no need to painstakingly calculate it. The dragon-seeking ruler is just a tool to assist in observation, like a magnifying glass.

I learned a lot from the book, and the morning flew by.

Just as Shang Muchen was pondering where to have lunch, his phone rang.

"Xiao Shang! You've done a great job! I've applied for the annual Good Samaritan Award for you!" Li Weiqiang's excited voice came through the phone.

Shang Muchen scratched his head, not understanding why Li Weiqiang was so excited. Hadn't he already praised him yesterday?

"Uncle Li, thank you." Shang Muchen asked politely, "Regarding Old Man Liu's matter, you..."

"That's easy to talk about! Let's talk about your matter first," Li Weiqiang said. "Do you know what Tang Jianshe is hiding in his car?"

Shang Muchen quickly put on his headphones, glanced around the coffee shop, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, lowered his voice and asked, "Illegal drugs?"

"No! If it were that kind of thing, the police dogs would have caught him long ago!" Li Weiqiang said. "No wonder the traffic police checked the tricycle but couldn't find what he had hidden."

As you instructed, I led a team to thoroughly inspect Tang Jianshe's car, and the result shocked everyone.

The things he hid in the car were so rare that they wouldn't be detected by a normal inspection.

He hid a whole kilogram of element 115, moscalamus, in the gaps of the engine!

The unusual physical properties of molybdenum caused his car engine to malfunction, which is why he couldn't start it.

"Huh? What's that?" Shang Muchen scratched his head.

"Last year, a batch of molybdenum metal was stolen from the 901 Research Institute and has not been recovered. It was a particularly important case," Li Weiqiang explained.

"These metal coins are priceless and cannot be valued."

Element 115, moscalaminium, can provide anti-gravity effects for certain extremely advanced aircraft; that's all I know.

I heard from experts at the 901 Institute that major Western powers have obtained less than 0.1g of moss precursor elements through artificial synthesis, and these elements decay instantly.

They have absolutely no knowledge of the technology for preparing, storing, transporting, and applying metal molybdenum.

The 901 Institute is at least a hundred years ahead of foreign countries in the research and application of element 115.

If this batch of element 115 were shipped abroad, it would not only cause huge losses to the country, but it might also be weaponized, posing a huge threat.

In short, Comrade Shang Muchen! I am hereby formally informing you that you have been jointly nominated by the 901 Research Institute and the Municipal Public Security Bureau and are hereby awarded the 2026 National Good Citizen Award for Acts of Bravery and Righteousness!

The prize money of 50 yuan, along with the certificate, banner, and award certificate, will be delivered to your home in person shortly!