Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Upon hearing that the deceased's name was Wang Ruolin, Shang Muchen nearly dropped his teacup.

Fortunately, Manager Liang didn't see it, but Fourth Uncle was not one to tolerate any flaws and saw through Shang Muchen's problem at a glance.

He didn't ask Shang Muchen, but instead asked the property manager, "Manager Liang, so you're saying the company invited Wu Biao, the young master of Tongcheng Security, to come here to resolve the ghost story?"

"Yes, I think that's the case," Manager Liang said. "Outsiders will inevitably say that Lao Pang and I are competing against each other."

I invited a feng shui master, and he invited the young master of a famous martial arts sect. It seems like we're having a competition to see who can solve the series of strange things that have been happening to the company recently.

But actually, I have no intention of arguing with Lao Pang. I genuinely hope that the company's employees can be at peace, and I also genuinely hope that the Pengpai Building can recover.

Master Shang, as you know, I personally witnessed the construction of this building.

Back when you were explaining the feng shui layout of the Pengpai Building to the former chairman, I was just a young man, standing behind you listening to your explanation.

I love this building so much, I'm afraid it'll collapse!

"Yes, I understand what you're thinking." Fourth Uncle nodded and said, "Manager Liang, I understand the situation. I'll go and think of a solution."

What you can do right now is to keep the old locust tree in the east alive, get the water flowing into the pond in the north, and try to make the restaurant in the south popular. I'll figure out the rest.

"I'll tell you when I figure it out."

"Thank you so much! I'm counting on you!"

Manager Liang thanked them profusely and saw Fourth Uncle and Shang Muchen out of the building.

As Shang Muchen left the Pengpai Building, he caught a glimpse of Wu Biao giving a speech to the security team in the open space of the parking lot on the side of the building.

The company's security guards were all young men, each one energetic and upright. They were either veterans or athletes, and they looked like they could fight.

Shang Muchen had no interest in arguing with Wu Biao, so he ignored them and left with his fourth uncle.

As we walked out of the Pengpai Building, Uncle Si asked as expected, "Xiao Chen, why did you react so strongly when Manager Liang mentioned Wang Ruolin? Do you even know Wang Ruolin?"

"Oh dear, that's a long story... how can I explain it to you?"

Wang Ruolin's situation is too strange; it's really not easy to explain it clearly to Uncle Si.

After racking his brains for a long time, Shang Muchen could only explain in the simplest terms that Wang Ruolin was a classmate of his that he hadn't seen for many years and had once thought she had disappeared, but then he found her again and then she disappeared again...

Fourth Uncle looked unconvinced, but didn't ask any further questions.

"I'm going to find some friends to discuss what's a good way to handle today's case. You go back and rest."

"If anything happens, I'll contact you." Fourth Uncle smiled and patted Shang Muchen on the shoulder, intending to say goodbye.

"Fourth Uncle, I have something I'd like to ask you," Shang Muchen asked. "Where can I buy Guiren Cai?"

"Why did you buy that?" Uncle Si first widened his eyes in surprise, then nodded and asked, "Did Sa Sanqi ask you to buy it?"

"right."

"Ha, you get along quite well with him, buddy," Uncle Si nodded approvingly and said.

"Go find my sworn brother, Ding Zhongyu, also known as 'Six-Legged Snake.' His shop is in Shenjiayuan Antique Market; he can find these kinds of strange items."

"Okay, thank you."

After parting ways with his fourth uncle, Shang Muchen went straight to Shenjiayuan Antique City and found the shop of his sworn brother, his second uncle.

Ding Zhongyu, the second uncle, whose old face was as purple as a braised duck, was drinking tea in the shop. When he saw Shang Muchen arrive, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth, and gave an ugly smile.

"Nephew, what brings you here to visit this old man?"

Shang Muchen handed over the cigarettes and alcohol he had bought in advance, and said with a smile, "Second Uncle, I have something to trouble you with."

I wanted to get some rare stuff, and my fourth uncle said, "Just come to you."

Upon hearing this, Ding Zhongyu's beady eyes widened instantly. Startled, he quickly stood up, closed the shop door, pulled down the roller shutter, and listened intently through the door for a long time. Finding no one was watching, he then asked in a serious, mysterious low voice:

"Medicine, or a gun?"

"What would I need those things for!" Shang Muchen laughed. "I never do anything illegal or disorderly."

"Then what do you want?" Ding Zhongyu raised an eyebrow.

"Returning Home"

"Oh—" Ding Zhongyu stretched his neck, nodded repeatedly, and let out a long breath, just like a goose that had just been choked by fate and then let go, surviving in front of the iron pot.

Uncle Ding scratched his head, reopened the shop's roller shutter door, and explained as he opened it: "Hey, 'Returning People's Lottery' is a rare thing, but thankfully, it's not illegal."

In the past, if you wanted "Returning Home Lottery", you could only dig it out of ancient tombs, which was expensive, dangerous, and you couldn't get much.

Later, a master from Yemaoshan invented a formula that uses cow tears, grave soil, and pigments to create "Returning Home Colors," which are incredibly effective.

Nephew, give me a few days, and I'll find someone knowledgeable to handle this for you. It won't cost much.

How much do you want?

"How much? Well..." Shang Muchen thought, Sa Sanqi hadn't told him how much he wanted, but considering he wanted to paint that ouroboros, which was quite a large piece, he gestured to indicate his name.

"Shouldn't it at least be a box the size of a 24-color watercolor set used in elementary school art classes?"

"Wow! Good heavens, nephew, what do you need so many 'Returning Scholar' coins for? Are you planning a rebellion?"

"Rebellion? What do you mean?"

"Nephew, may I ask one more thing? What do you need the 'Returning Person's Blessing' for?"

"What else can I do? Draw, of course."

"Huh? Painting?" Uncle Ding looked Shang Muchen up and down as if he had seen a ghost, and asked with a face full of suspicion, "Nephew, have you run into a ghost?"

You should know that some schools of puppetry can use a tiny piece of "Gui Ren Cai" (a type of colored talisman) about the size of a fingernail tip to add eyes to a paper figure, making it come alive and become just like a real person.

"You need so many 'Returning Person's Colors,' enough to command an army of paper dolls. What kind of big business are you planning to do?!"

"Second Uncle, I really did it for the sake of painting."

To be honest, I have a sugar daddy, a rich second-generation with a weird quirk. He loves using "Gui Ren Cai" (a type of colored lacquer) for his paintings, and he asked me to help him get some. I can't find any other way, so I'm asking you for help.

"Oh, if you put it that way, I can understand," said Uncle Ding Er, nodding.

"There is a story in 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' about a scholar who was reluctant to let his deceased wife pass away. He kept using 'returning-to-life coloring' to dot her eyes, so that his deceased wife could stay with him for many years in a state of 'death but not death'."

It seems your sugar daddy thinks about the same thing.

"Hmm, more or less." Shang Muchen nodded. "Second Uncle, I'm entrusting this matter to you."

How much do you think is a suitable deposit for me?

"We're family, so let's not talk about a deposit."

The quantity you requested is indeed large, so I'll have to ask a friend to make it for me. It will probably take a week or two to get it ready.

As for the price, you should prepare 100,000 yuan first, and we'll adjust the amount accordingly later.

"Okay, thank you!" Shang Muchen bowed repeatedly in gratitude. Just as he was about to leave, Uncle Ding called him back and handed him a small package.

"Nephew, since you're here, just bring this to your fourth uncle."

He asked me to buy this little gadget; he paid for it a long time ago, but I only recently managed to find it online.

"no problem."

Shang Muchen thanked Uncle Ding, took his small package, and left the shop in Shenjiayuan Antique City.