Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Watching Wang Ruolin gradually fade away before his eyes, eventually disappearing frame by frame under the streetlights at the corner like a projector being turned off, a sudden, inexplicable sadness welled up in Shang Muchen's chest.

He didn't know why he was sad, because Shang Muchen didn't really have any impression of Wang Ruolin, let alone any feelings for her.

Perhaps it was out of a sense of shared sorrow, or perhaps it was a biological instinct. Even gorillas would cover their faces in sadness when they see a human with a prosthetic leg, let alone Shang Muchen.

There was nothing more to say. Shang Muchen sighed softly, turned around, and left.

He deliberately took a detour, turning onto the pedestrian overpass from which he could see the Pengpai Building, and looked towards it.

You can vaguely see many security guards running around inside and outside the building, like cockroaches scurrying around in a restaurant kitchen, probably still searching for Shang Muchen.

Shang Muchen wanted to show off a bit, so he ran to the entrance of the Pengpai Building to flaunt that he had escaped.

But on second thought, wouldn't it be more fun to make "Shorty" Wu Biao run around all night?

So, Shang Muchen ignored them and went home by car.

On the way, he called his fourth uncle and tried to explain what had happened that evening.

"You mean you're stuck in some kind of unusual space and you encountered Wang Ruolin, whom Manager Liang mentioned;"

"Then, based on your observation of the 'Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation,' you found a way out and escaped?" Uncle Si sounded very surprised on the phone.

"That's roughly it," Shang Muchen said in a low voice, afraid the taxi driver would think he was a drunkard, as he put the earphone to his mouth.

"That place is quite interesting. It's transparent all around, so you can see the way out, but the scenery changes depending on where you're standing."

Uncle Si was silent for several seconds on the other end of the phone, then said quietly, "I envy you so much, Xiao Chen!"

I, Shang Laosi, have been a feng shui master my whole life, and I have never strayed from the principles of humanity.

I have heard of and even witnessed countless miraculous events, stories of humans, gods, ghosts, and the six realms of existence. I have come into contact with many of them, but I have never experienced them firsthand.

Xiao Chen, it seems you were born to be a feng shui master!

"Fourth Uncle, what do you mean by that? Have you left humanity? You haven't gone to the underworld, have you?! Oh my god!"

"From your description, I'm afraid the place you went to wasn't the underworld, but rather a place similar to the intermediate state between death and rebirth," Uncle Four explained.

According to some traditional religious beliefs, a person who has just died does not immediately go to the underworld or be reincarnated, but goes through a transitional phase called "bardo".

People who die suddenly are often unable to accept the fact that they are dead immediately and need a transition period to gradually adapt to and accept death.

Therefore, the state they are in is the intermediate state (bardo).

At this point, if a benevolent force were to pull them out of this state, help them accept the fact that they are dead, and send them to be reincarnated, then they could be saved.

Otherwise, they will linger at the place of their sudden death for a long time in the form of "earthbound spirits".

In both the Eastern and Western worlds, there are forces that specialize in performing such good deeds. In the East, they are called "Bodhisattvas Who Guide" or "Guides of the Way," while in the West, they are called "Angels of Death" or "Reapers of the Dead."

Of course, this kind of knowledge is not my area of ​​expertise, so I don't really understand it.

If you're interested, I can introduce you to a master who can perform spirit mediumship, or a Living Buddha who specializes in the "Book of the Dead," and he can explain it to you in detail.

"Oh, what you're saying is quite interesting. I'd really like to learn more about it if I have the chance."

Fourth Uncle continued, "Although the matter has been somewhat resolved, doubts still remain."

Why did Joanna Wang commit suicide? Why did the "intermediate state" appear in the Pengpai Building? Why were you able to perform a ritual to help Joanna Wang pass on to the afterlife? And what was the initial question? Why did the bronze bull shed tears?

All of this requires careful consideration and long-term planning.

However, I can assure you that successfully performing a ritual to help the deceased find peace is a great act of merit and brings great blessings.

I can predict, Xiao Chen, you're about to have a stroke of great luck; you'd better seize it!

"Really? Thank you for your kind words." Shang Muchen replied calmly, "I'm not asking for any stroke of luck, I just want to live a few peaceful days. I've been through too much lately, I'm a bit tired."

The uncle and nephew then agreed to go to the Pengpai Building the next day to collect some of the bronze bull's tears for analysis and research.

It was very late when I got home.

As soon as Shang Muchen opened the door, before he could even turn on the light, Ji Libeng jumped out.

Without a second thought, Shang Muchen kicked Ji Libeng in the face, sending him flying a long way.

"Hey! Boss! It's me! Don't do anything!" Chicken Jump cried out aggrievedly.

"Oops! Sorry! I didn't turn on the light, I didn't see it! I'm so sorry!" Shang Muchen symbolically patted the chicken's bouncy head and said with a smile.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but you shouldn't always show up out of the blue and scare people like that."

I really didn't mean to kick you, but you're always so easily startled. Anyone would instinctively defend themselves if they saw that!

What's up now?

"Boss, I've discovered a miracle!" Chicken Jump pulled out his phone, tapping the screen with his long fingers, and said, "Look! There's a real person on the screen!"

"Nonsense! This is a live stream, of course it's real people. Wait, where did you pull that phone out from?"

Shang Muchen looked the chicken up and down; it was gray and rubbery. He couldn't see any pockets on it.

"The live stream was so interesting!" Chicken-bouncing fawned over Shang Muchen, "Boss, just at the crucial moment, they're going to start charging, so I can't watch it..."

"If you can't watch something, just watch something else. What's wrong?"

The chicken, with its huge, black, alien-like eyes blinking, tried its best to adopt a fawning, cat-like expression, and weakly spoke, word by word.

"Hey boss, could you... top up some reward coins for me? Okay?"

"roll!"

Shang Muchen shook off the chicken and changed his clothes and washed up on his own.

"Boss! Don't be so heartless! I know you're not short of money!" Chicken pleaded. "Just top up a thousand, okay? A thousand isn't much, is it?"

"roll."

"Nine hundred and ninety? Nine hundred and ninety is an auspicious number. Eight hundred and eighty is also fine, it's a number for getting rich!"

Chicken Jump pitifully grabbed the hem of Shang Muchen's clothes with both hands, pleading incessantly.

Shang Muchen turned around and said seriously, "It's still what I told you before—do something valuable, do something good, and I'll repay you."

You do nothing but scroll through your phone all day, and you expect me to top up your account?

"Boss! What do you want me to do for you? Just tell me! I'll clean up!"

"I hired a cleaning lady to clean the house. She paid 500 yuan a day and cleaned the more than 1,000 square meters of house upstairs and downstairs. She kept it spotless."

Are you as capable as a cleaning lady? You're asking for 880 yuan right off the bat?

"You're not my son, why should I give you money!"

"Then tell me, what do I need to do for you in order to top up my account?" Chicken Jump asked earnestly, looking very devout.

"What can you do?" Shang Muchen asked seriously.

"What can I do... I'll build you a weapon, and in return, you'll top up my account, okay?"

I know you Earthlings are warlike, and I happen to know how to make weapons.

"Hey, okay!"

Shang Muchen's words were meant as a sarcastic remark, but unexpectedly, Jili Beng took them to heart.

"It's a deal! It's a promise!" Chicken Jump turned around happily and hopped off towards the basement.