Star Dream Brothel

I was born in a remote mountain village in Northeast China. Legend has it that on the day of my birth, someone saw two weasels standing like people in front of my family's ancestral grave, constantly bowing and worshipping.
My grandfather, Chen Yan, was a feng shui master who believed in fate, so he gave me a very unconventional name: Chen Huangpi (Chen Weasel).
The day after my birth, a large-scale weasel infestation struck the village, stealing all the villagers' chickens and ducks.
Around the same time, two villagers mysteriously fell to their deaths while gathering herbs in the mountains, leaving two widows in the village.
The villagers, superstitious, considered me unlucky and repeatedly suggested sending me away.
If it weren't for my second uncle being the village head and having some prestige, I wouldn't have been able to stay.
But when I was one year old, a severe drought struck the village, resulting in a complete crop failure. Coupled with my weak and sickly health, the villagers turned their anger towards me again, and this time even my second uncle
's intervention was ineffective. Just as the conflict between my family and the villagers reached its peak, something happened that chilled all the villagers to the bone.
That noon, a hundred luxury cars lined up for a kilometer from the village entrance all the way to my doorstep.
The reason was simple: the legendary fortune teller, Qingma Guishou, who had been secluded for five years, decided to return to the divination world and perform one more reading.
It was then that my family learned that my grandfather was actually the renowned Qingma Guishou, and that my family was a family of fortune tellers, with my grandfather being the sixteenth generation descendant. Those
who came to my grandfather for fortune telling that day were almost all political and business tycoons and masters of feng shui.
There were plum blossom fortune tellers, green-robed sorcerers, and geomancers with large snakes coiled around their bodies… It was said that even the richest man in the provincial capital came.
They all wanted to receive my grandfather's last reading, after all, he had performed 3,964 readings in his life, without a single failure.
And performing a reading after being secluded was believed to shorten one's lifespan, and the person who received the reading would also be tainted by my grandfather's diminished fortune, which was why they were scrambling to get it.
My grandfather's request was simple: they had to bring a baby girl of similar age to me. He would choose one to be betrothed to me, and he would give his last reading to that family.
Ultimately, the one who received this divination was not someone from the circle; it was Ye Qingshan from the Ye family, a well-off family in Xijiang City. He had only come to join in the fun, but unexpectedly, he was chosen by my grandfather.
After receiving my grandfather's divination, Ye Qingshan arranged a marriage between my daughter, who was three months younger than me, and me.
From then on, I had a wife in name only; her name was beautiful, Ye Hongyu.
Ye Qingshan and my grandfather agreed that we could only meet on my twenty-first birthday, and he would take me to become the Ye family's son-in-law.
With Ye Qingshan's departure, a major event that had caused a sensation in the national feng shui world came to an end.
Strangely enough, the village enjoyed good weather and abundant harvests afterward.
Coupled with my grandfather's prestige, my family's status in the village also rose, and no one dared to cause me any trouble anymore.
My health improved, but my grandfather's health deteriorated. Although he was only in his sixties, he looked like he was in his seventies or eighties, with gray hair.
When I was ten years old, my grandfather called me to the back mountain.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his face solemn.
I've always revered my grandfather, and sensing something profound was about to happen, I was too frightened to speak.
Grandpa solemnly asked if I was prepared to become the seventeenth generation successor of the Ma Yi family. I was overjoyed; this was something I'd always longed for.
But I couldn't help asking him why, despite my second uncle's lifelong pleas, he refused to teach me, yet insisted on passing on his skills to me, a generation removed from my own.
Grandpa sighed sadly. He said it wasn't a good thing; fortune-telling and physiognomy were about peeking into the secrets of heaven, destined to incur five deficiencies and three shortcomings. Therefore, truly skilled masters were often deaf or blind, and met untimely ends.
But I was born with these five deficiencies and three shortcomings, which led Grandpa, who was preparing to end the lineage, to decide to have me inherit his mantle.
Because this was my fate, destined from the moment I was born.
That day, I knelt on the mountaintop and solemnly kowtowed three times: first to heaven and earth, second to wandering spirits, and third to my ancestors.
From then on, I became the seventeenth generation successor of the Ma Yi family. My family belongs to the Qingma lineage, and my grandfather's nickname was "Qingma Ghost Hand," but he bestowed upon me the title Kunlun.
I asked my grandfather why he called me Kunlun, and he said that our lineage originated from the sacred Kunlun Mountain.
I was probably the last generation successor. The beginning and end of a lineage are intertwined; Kunlun is the place all Feng Shui masters yearn for. He hoped that one day I could truly stand atop Kunlun, and perhaps then I would have the power to completely change the fate of Feng Shui masters.
I learned Feng Shui secrets very quickly, and even my grandfather couldn't help but praise my talent.
I remember an ancient book called "Hanlong Jing" (Shaking Dragon Classic). My grandfather said he only mastered it at thirty-five, but I mastered the method of finding dragon veins at fourteen.
I frantically absorbed the arts of Feng Shui and Yin-Yang. I don't know if it was because of this, but I was rather withdrawn and didn't have many friends. In addition, the villagers privately spread rumors that I was an unlucky person, and I suffered a lot of disdain from my peers.
These things were already commonplace for me, but what I found most unbearable was my grandfather's strict prohibition against me performing divination before the age of twenty-one. He said that if I broke this rule, all his efforts would be in vain.
This truly frustrated me; I possessed a wealth of skills but couldn't apply them, and that sense of powerlessness and grievance tormented me.
I once saw with my own eyes that the yang lamps on the shoulders of Zhang Sanye, who had treated me well, were flickering dimly—a terrible omen, a sign that
his life was nearing its end. Sure enough, two days later, while plowing the fields,
he was gored to death by his own ox. Another time, I noticed that Zhang Ya, a girl I quite liked, had a bluish glow on her face, and a faint red dot about two centimeters from the corner of her right mouth. This was a sign of being cursed with lust. A day later, on her way home from school, she was dragged into a cornfield by the village idiot.
That day, I was in extreme agony, feeling like an accomplice.
I dared not see Zhang Ya, so I secretly watched her. When I saw the yang lamp on her right shoulder flickering, as if blown against her neck by the wind, I knew she couldn't bear the humiliation and wanted to commit suicide.
I couldn't bear it any longer, so I secretly went to Zhang Ya's father and told him to keep a close eye on his daughter, preferably tying her up with a rope, otherwise the young girl might not be able to handle the shock and might try to commit suicide.
Zhang Ya was saved, but I fell seriously ill as a result.
I was bedridden, suffering from headaches, fever, vomiting, and diarrhea, and eventually even fell into a coma.
I didn't wake up until three days later, and when I did, I learned devastating news:
my grandfather had died. I was only eighteen that year, and I had lost my beloved grandfather forever.
My mother told me that the day after I fell ill, my grandfather went alone to the mass grave in the back mountains.
He chose the worst feng shui spot for himself, dug a pit, and buried himself alive, without even a coffin.
No one knows how my grandfather buried himself alive; if my mother hadn't received a dream from him, she might never have known that my grandfather had passed away.
That day, I knelt before the inconspicuous mound where my grandfather was buried, crying for a whole day and night, and finally fainted.
I knew that my grandfather did this to save me; he gave his last breath to his grandson.
This incident was a huge blow to me; I felt like I had caused my grandfather's death.
From then on, I dropped out of school completely, never leaving home, living in my grandfather's old house, my only companion the feng shui secrets he left me.
Besides these, another belief sustained me:
my wife, Ye Hongyu.
This was my grandfather's greatest wish; he hoped I would marry her, saying only she could avert my fate.
Finally, on my twenty-first birthday, a Mercedes worth millions—something I'd never seen before—drove to my door.
That day, I unusually dressed up, even wearing the new clothes my mother had bought me at the market.
Like a young woman, I hid inside, afraid to come out, only peeking out the window.
I saw a vibrant young woman jump out of the car. She had a high ponytail, a sweet face, and her large, bright eyes looked around with curiosity.
She was my wife, Ye Hongyu. I had imagined her appearance countless times, but I never imagined she would be so beautiful; to me, she was like a fairy.
"Dad, get out of the car quickly! Are you sure this is the place? The master you spoke of actually lives in this kind of mud house?" Ye Hongyu said with a smile.
Her tone wasn't disdainful, just pure curiosity, but after hearing it, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, a feeling I couldn't quite explain.
Later, as I gained more experience, I understood that this feeling was called inferiority; it seemed we were from completely different worlds.
A very wealthy-looking middle-aged man got out of the car. He smiled and said, "That's right, this is the place. Although feng shui isn't popular now, it was all the rage back then. Can you believe that even Master Ma, the richest man in three provinces, once walked this road?"
The pretty girl stuck out her cute tongue, looking incredulous.
This wealthy middle-aged man was Ye Qingshan, the one who received my grandfather's last divination. But now he was a completely different person; he was now the richest man in Xijiang City, with numerous assets under his control.
I habitually looked at Ye Qingshan's face. His nose wasn't high and full; on the contrary, it was very thin and pointed.
This is the "Palace of Wealth" in Chinese astrology, and noses like this often indicate a lack of great wealth and status, making even modest prosperity difficult.
However, his eyebrows clearly showed signs of surgery; he'd not only had eyebrow transplants but also had his temples lifted.
No wonder he could change his fate; I figured he must have received guidance from my grandfather.
Just then, my mother, who was butchering a chicken and cooking, came running over with the lifeless rooster in her arms, exclaiming enthusiastically, "This must be your father-in-law! Wow, your daughter-in-law is so beautiful! Our Huangpi is truly blessed!"
She then called my name loudly, gesturing for me to come out and greet her. I blushed and stepped out.
Seeing me, Ye Hongyu looked me up and down several times.
Suddenly, she asked, "What's your name?"
I scratched my head and whispered, "Chen Huangpi, my grandfather gave me that."
Hearing my name, she chuckled.
"I heard your grandfather is a feng shui master? Can you read faces?" Ye Hongyu asked with a smile.
I nodded.
"Then come and take a look at me, see if our marriage will work out?" Ye Hongyu pouted her cute little lips and continued to ask me.
I shook my head solemnly again.
"I can't just look randomly, we're not officially married yet." I said seriously.
My grandfather once told me that I could start telling fortunes after I turned twenty-one. But not the Ye family. I could only tell fortunes for the Ye family after Ye Hongyu and I were officially married, otherwise it would cause trouble.
I once knelt in front of my grandfather's grave and swore that I would never disobey his orders again in this life.
"Haha, alright, even if you really could, I wouldn't believe it. This isn't popular in our big city anymore. This is feudal superstition." Ye Hongyu said with a smile.
I didn't argue with her, but I suddenly had a feeling that their visit today was probably not so simple.
Soon my mother cooked dinner, and we ate farm-style dishes together.
I was quiet at the dinner table, while Ye Hongyu was like a little elf, constantly telling me how colorful the outside world was and encouraging me to go out and see more of it.
After a hearty meal, Ye Qingshan suddenly said to my mother, "Auntie, look, Grandpa Chen has been gone for several years now. My daughter and your son were engaged when they were children, but times have changed. Now, freedom of marriage is encouraged. Do you think we could annul the engagement?"
Hearing this, my mother's face turned pale instantly. She was stunned and at a loss for words.
I, however, stood up abruptly and said firmly, "No!"
Although I liked Ye Hongyu's appearance, I wasn't shameless. If she didn't like me, I wouldn't force her.
But this was arranged for me by my grandfather's own fortune, and I couldn't ruin his destiny.
Ye Hongyu, however, didn't see it that way. She thought I was trying to take advantage of her.
She hurriedly said to me, "Brother Huangpi, you've received too little education, and your views are too traditional and outdated. You have no idea what the outside world is like. I just graduated from university, while you didn't even finish high school. I don't mean to look down on you, but we really don't have anything in common, and we're not a good match."
Her tone wasn't sarcastic; she was even trying to save face for me.
But my heart was bleeding after hearing that. Although I didn't finish high school, I learned a lot from my grandfather. I dare say I'm more talented than Ye Hongyu, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.
The atmosphere became awkward for a moment, when Ye Qingshan stood up.
He placed a briefcase on the table and said gently, "Back then, I did do my grandfather's favor, although I don't know if my success was related to him. But I, Ye Qingshan, am not a person who breaks promises. Here is one million in cash; consider it compensation for our Ye family's broken engagement."
My mother, a typical rural woman, was stunned when she heard about the million.
As for me, I had no concept of money, and I didn't want the million.
But Grandpa had also said, "Don't force things; a forced marriage won't be happy.
" Coupled with my stubborn nature, I said softly, "Alright then."
Ye Qingshan smiled contentedly, took out a divorce agreement, and asked me to sign it.
Holding the pen, I solemnly asked him, "Uncle Ye, you may not believe in feng shui. But I still want to remind you, my grandfather isn't an ordinary person. Have you thought about the consequences of breaking what he made back then?"
Ye Qingshan said dismissively, "It's alright. I dare to come and break off the engagement, what am I afraid of? Huang Pi, don't worry, even if there's trouble, it's the Ye family's problem, it has nothing to do with you."
I reluctantly signed, and as soon as I finished, I clearly saw a dark aura flash across Ye Qingshan's forehead—a very bad omen.
I couldn't say anything; it wasn't that I was malicious, but I simply couldn't break Grandpa's rules.
Soon, the Ye family father and daughter left. Before leaving, Ye Hongyu left me her contact information, telling me to visit her sometime, saying she wanted to broaden my horizons.
I followed them quietly, and as their car was about to leave the village, I saw a weasel, a full foot long, suddenly crawl under the car.
It lay prone beneath the chassis, its two eerie eyes darting towards me.
This wasn't an ordinary weasel; it was a true weasel spirit, its fur almost bluish. Seeing this, I knew something was wrong. 　　Fox, weasel, white hedgehog, willow snake, and gray rat—
the Ye family was in for a major disaster! These five spirits, representing the five most unpredictable creatures in rural areas, 　　were said to be the most malevolent. Once someone was tainted by it, even those seeking revenge or repaying a debt of gratitude would often cause chaos and unrest. 　　I secretly worried for the Ye family and Ye Hongyu. Although she had broken off our engagement today, 　　I didn't find her repulsive. She was just a simple, ambitious girl who simply felt I wasn't right for her, and she hadn't said anything to hurt my pride. 　　But I was powerless to help and could only watch them leave. 　　Back in the house alone, I felt incredibly depressed, as if I couldn't breathe, suffocating. 　　The belief that had sustained me for almost ten years collapsed just like that, and I couldn't process it for a while. 　　Finally, I took some copper coins and went to my grandfather's grave. I decided to cast a divination for myself in front of him. 　　I had never cast a divination for myself before, so this time I used the most traditional 64 hexagrams of the I Ching. For someone like me, a beginner in divination, it was the simplest and also the most accurate. 　　The trees were still, the wind had stopped, and I directly scattered the copper coins to cast the hexagram. 　　When I saw the image of the main hexagram, I was completely stunned, even doubting whether this was really my hexagram. 　　It was a very unfavorable hexagram, the Gui Mei hexagram, a very ominous one. 　　The hexagram reads: "Thunder over Lake, Gui Mei. Marriage is met with Thunder over Lake, like water and fire clashing. The future is perilous and ultimately unprofitable; stop immediately without hesitation." 　　Looking at the hexagram alone, it did seem somewhat similar to my situation, but the Gui Mei hexagram is Zhen above Dui below, signifying a woman following a man, which doesn't quite fit my circumstances. 　　I wasn't frightened by the hexagram and continued interpreting it, because there were two changing hexagrams hidden within the main hexagram. 　　The first hexagram was Thunder over Water (解), with Zhen above and Kan below, a moderately auspicious hexagram. It meant I should let go of my previous marriage worries, head southwest to ensure peace and a chance for survival. 　　The second hexagram was Water over Lake (节), an extremely auspicious one, free from all taboos, even suggesting great success. However, according to the hexagram, I must be trustworthy to achieve fame. It meant I must not forget my original intentions, see things through to the end, and proactively resolve the crisis. 　　Looking at this unpredictable hexagram, I smiled inexplicably; I had already made my decision. 　　Any other feng shui master would recommend the first hexagram—going southwest for peace and a worry-free life. 　　But I insisted on the second hexagram, not for success, but to avoid disappointing my grandfather. I wanted to accept what he had arranged for me! If it tried to slip away, I would take it back! 　　After bowing deeply to my grandfather three times, I went straight home, packed my bags, and headed to Xijiang City to find Ye Hongyu. 　　I had just finished packing up the ritual implements and clothes when my mother suddenly rushed over excitedly. 　　"Huangpi, what are you doing? What are you packing for? Are you going to run away from home?" she exclaimed loudly. 　　Before I could explain, she suddenly said to me excitedly, "Look at you, so pathetic! A city girl breaking off an engagement and you're going to run away from home? There's an old saying, 'Good fortune may be a harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune may be a harbinger of good fortune.' Huangpi, come and see who's here!" 　　I was surprised that my mother could use a few literary phrases; I chuckled, figuring she must have heard it from my grandfather. 　　I looked towards the main room with a puzzled expression and saw a beautiful young woman standing there. 　　She was dressed in fine silks and satins, clearly from a wealthy family, but like Ye Hongyu, she was from the countryside and lacked Ye Hongyu's fashionable and glamorous air. 　　I knew this woman; her name was Song Miaomiao, the daughter of a wealthy family in the neighboring village. 　　Her father grew Chinese medicinal herbs; the family was quite wealthy, a well-known prosperous family in the surrounding villages. 　　I had no connection with Song Miaomiao. Looking at the rustic wooden box she held in her arms, I asked, somewhat puzzled, "Mom, what's going on?" 　　My mother winked at me and said happily, "You're in luck, you little rascal. Song Miaomiao has come to propose marriage; she wants to marry you." 　　I gaped, speechless. 　　I was known as an unlucky person in the village, and no one except my grandfather knew that I had studied feng shui with him and become the seventeenth generation successor of the Ma Yi family. Logically speaking, a rich girl like Song Miaomiao wouldn't be interested in me. 　　"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and accept the betrothal gifts! What, still thinking about that swan in the city? Wake up! I think Miaomiao is much better than that city girl." My mother was a little unhappy when she saw that I didn't react. 　　It wasn't that I disliked Song Miaomiao; she was quite beautiful and pretty. 　　I was just thinking about the divination I did at my grandfather's grave earlier, that extremely unlucky hexagram, the Returning Maiden hexagram. 　　At the time, I didn't understand the concept of a woman pursuing a man, but now it seemed to have come true. 　　Because it was such an inauspicious hexagram, I was cautious and slowly approached Song Miaomiao. 　　Taking the mahogany box from her, my body stiffened the moment I touched it. 　　Good heavens, it was really heavy, not in the traditional sense. It was because I had secretly circulated my Xuan Yang Qi, and the Xuan Qi encountered malevolent energy, making the box feel so heavy. 　　Without hesitation, I opened the box, and I was shocked by what I saw inside. 　　A longevity lock, a luminous pearl, a Noble Concubine Pill… 　　the box contained treasures almost lost to the market, all with a strong sense of antiquity, at least several hundred years old. 　　The Song family might be wealthy, but they couldn't possibly be this rich! 　　I sniffed lightly and immediately detected a stench of decay. 　　These things were clearly just stolen from a tomb. There were indeed several large tombs in the back mountain, but no one ever returned from there. This puzzled me; where did Song Miaomiao get these things? 　　"Huangpi, what are you standing there for? Take Miaomiao inside and sit down. I'll go get her a glass of water," my mother reminded me, increasingly annoyed that I was lost in thought. 　　I suddenly shouted angrily, "Mom, are you confused?!" 　　My mother glared at me and said unhappily, "I think you're the one who's confused!" 　　"Mom, open your eyes wide and take a good look at who she is!" 　　I shouted coldly, suddenly grabbing Song Miaomiao's wrist and pulling her out of the house. 　　The moment I grasped her wrist, I felt a chilling aura wash over me, and I quickly suppressed it with my yang energy. 　　We stood outside the house. My mother glanced at us, puzzled, and said, "Huangpi, what's wrong with you? What are you trying to say? She's Song Changgen's daughter, Song Miaomiao, soon to be your wife, my daughter-in-law." 　　I sneered and said, "Mom, look again! Take a good look at her shadow!" 　　My mother looked at the ground suspiciously. It was around 11 a.m., not the hottest time of day, but the gloomiest. 　　There were two shadows on the ground. My shadow was normal, but Song Miaomiao's shadow was extremely eerie.

It wasn't a human figure at all; it was only a little over a foot long, swaying back and forth like a cat.
But I knew in my heart that it was clearly the shadow of a weasel spirit.
"Ah, what is that?" My mother screamed as she realized what was happening.
With her cry, Song Miaomiao suddenly froze and took off running.
Her running posture was extremely eerie; she ran on her toes, making her incredibly agile and fast.
Of course, I wouldn't let her get away like that. Song Miaomiao wasn't dead; she was just being controlled.
This whole thing started because of me, and I couldn't stand idly by.
I quickly chased after Song Miaomiao, and when I reached her, I immediately placed a demon-suppressing talisman on the back of her neck. I
gently shook the copper bell in my left hand and silently chanted, "Within the six directions and four seas, where demons lurk, a single talisman can find their tracks!"
This was the Six Directions Demon-Seeking Technique, from the *Record of Ghostly Names: Household Immortals*, which I learned when I was fourteen, but this was my first time using it in practice.
As soon as the incantation was finished, Song Miaomiao's body stiffened abruptly, then she collapsed to the ground like a log.
Immediately afterward, a large weasel darted out of the nearby bushes.
It bared its teeth and hissed a few times at me before darting away.
This weasel was different from the one that had gotten under Ye Hongyu's car; its fur was white.
Clearly, it was a female, and I figured it was probably a pair with the previous one.
Its fur had changed color, and it was so large; it was obviously intelligent and had likely cultivated for hundreds of years.
I didn't kill it completely, not because I was afraid, but because weasels are extremely vengeful. Even if I killed one, it would have countless offspring.
And I was about to leave; I didn't want to bring further disaster to my mother and the village.
I brought her a bowl of water, burned the demon-suppressing talisman, and poured the ashes into the bowl. I gave it to Song Miaomiao to drink, and she woke up shortly after.
She was a little confused, not knowing what had happened. I didn't tell her about being possessed by the weasel spirit, afraid of frightening her.
After Song Miaomiao left, I found a place to bury the betrothal gifts that the weasel spirit had stolen from the grave. I couldn't touch that thing; once I did, my fate would be unpredictable.
Back home, my mother sat in the room in a daze. She realized then that I was the same kind of person as my grandfather.
"Mom, I won't say much more. Grandpa has already paved my way. I'm leaving the village, and I will definitely come back to repay you if I have the chance." I knelt before my mother, my eyes slightly red.
I had to leave as soon as possible; there wasn't time to say much more.
My fate was intertwined with Ye Hongyu's. This weasel spirit in the village had arranged my betrothal, and Ye Hongyu might have suffered as well. I had to go and see.
My mother, who had lived a simple life and had little education, suddenly seemed to transform into a person of profound wisdom and righteousness at this moment.
"Huangpi, go on, don't embarrass your grandfather." My mother's eyes were firm as she gazed into the distance.
I grabbed my luggage and left.
I didn't dare look back, afraid I would burst into tears.
Just as I stepped out of my yard, my mother's voice suddenly rang out: "If possible, once things are settled, bring that girl from the city back for your mother to see. Actually, I quite like her; she's so pretty."
At this moment, my mother finally spoke her mind; she hadn't admitted it before because she wanted to make her son proud.
I didn't say a word and strode out.
As I walked out of the village, tears finally streamed down my face.
Twenty-one years had passed; this was the first time I had left the mountains, all alone, unsure of the hardships ahead, unsure if my mother would live a long and healthy life.
After a five-hour train ride, I arrived in Xijiang City.
Arriving in the big city, I discovered I was very adaptable, perhaps because I had learned from my grandfather what the outside world was like. I quickly found an old street.
This street is called Xiaofeng Street, a funeral street with shops for funeral arrangements and fortune tellers.
It seems big cities aren't like Ye Qingshan described; there are people in the city who believe in feng shui.
However, after wandering around, I found most of the fortune tellers were charlatans; I didn't encounter any real masters.
Luckily, there was a shop for sale deep in Xiaofeng Street, so I contacted the landlord and bought it—I needed a place to stay first.
It cost a little over 110,000 yuan. I had brought 200,000 yuan with me when I left, but I didn't touch the million yuan from the broken engagement with the Ye family; that money was left to me by my grandfather.
After settling in, I went to the Ye family home according to the address Ye Hongyu had given me.
When I saw the Ye family mansion, even though I was mentally prepared, I was still stunned.
My first reaction was, "It's huge!" My second reaction was, "It's truly huge!"
This couldn't be called a villa; it was practically an estate.
After thoroughly surveying the surroundings, I shook my head helplessly.
I'd been deceived. Ye Qingshan lied to me; he couldn't possibly not believe in feng shui.
He wouldn't have built his house here without consulting a highly skilled feng shui master.
The estate is situated at the foot of a mountain, backed by a majestic peak, Qinglong Mountain.
Qinglong Mountain is famous in feng shui circles; legend has it that during the Song Dynasty, a strange phenomenon occurred here: a green dragon pulling a coffin.
The then-Grand Master Zhang Zhaoran considered it an auspicious feng shui site, possessing the characteristics of a dragon vein, and chose it as his burial place after his death, hoping an emperor would emerge from his descendants.
However, the outcome was disappointing; his grandson committed a crime and his entire family was executed. It's said that the dragon's power couldn't be suppressed here, and if ordinary people were buried here, their descendants would not have a good end.
Generation after generation, Qinglong Mountain became a notoriously inauspicious place, absolutely forbidden for building a house or residence.
I didn't go up the mountain for a thorough investigation, but after a brief exploration at the foot, I confirmed that it was indeed unsuitable for building a house. It wasn't that the place lacked any vein or power; on the contrary, the mountain did indeed faintly resemble a dragon vein.
However, this place is also shrouded in yin energy, making it extremely difficult to find auspicious feng shui veins. Nine times out of ten, a house built
here would be considered an unlucky dwelling. But Ye Qingshan's courtyard is different. He must have received guidance from a master. He took a different approach, not searching for the dragon vein, not insisting on building the house on it, but instead choosing a less ideal location that avoided the yin-heavy area, yet still managed to absorb some auspicious feng shui energy.
Furthermore, an artificial lake was dug to the southeast of Ye Qingshan's courtyard, effectively blocking and absorbing the yin energy from Qinglong Mountain.
This is remarkable; his feng shui skills are probably no less than mine. This has made me quite impressed. Indeed, as my grandfather said, there are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people; I must always maintain a sense of awe.
But if Ye Qingshan believes in feng shui, why did he lie and say he didn't?
If he does believe, he should know my grandfather's abilities; isn't he afraid?
Just as I was wondering, I saw Ye Qingshan and an elderly man in his sixties walk out of the manor.
"Teacher Shen, I've already called off the engagement with the Chen family. To be honest, I've been feeling uneasy these past few days, a bad premonition. If anything goes wrong, you have to help me out. You know, the name 'Green Hemp Ghost Hand' is not to be underestimated; I'm afraid he has a backup plan," Ye Qingshan said politely to the elderly man. The
elderly man, addressed as Teacher Shen, raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly disdainful, "If Chen Yan were still alive, I would never have let you do this. But he's already passed away, and his descendants have no talent for feng shui. That kid Chen Huangpi is weak and sickly, utterly useless; his Green Hemp lineage is essentially over. Qingshan, don't worry, arranging for Hongyu to be engaged to my grandson will benefit both our families. If anything goes wrong, I'll take care of it!"
Hearing the elderly man's words, Ye Qingshan's expression softened considerably.
He immediately said, "It's definitely better for Hongyu to marry Baisui than for her to be with Chen Huangpi. Our two families are well-matched. But you know Hongyu's personality; she's very stubborn. Whether it works out depends on whether the younger generation has the right affinity."
The elderly man laughed heartily a few times, revealing a confident air, and got into his car and left.
I have excellent hearing, and I heard their conversation clearly. At that moment, I felt a tightness in my chest, an unusual discomfort.
Later, I learned that this old man was named Shen Chujiu, considered one of the most prominent feng shui masters in Xijiang City.
His specialty was finding auspicious burial sites; he had a keen eye for them. While this might not sound as prestigious as exorcising ghosts and demons, it was actually better for cultivating relationships with the powerful and wealthy and building a reputation. After all, evil spirits are rare in the world, but most people desire great wealth and status, and who wouldn't want to live in a place with excellent feng shui?
Shen Chu Jiu has a grandson named Shen Bai Sui, who is somewhat talented in feng shui and is Shen Chu Jiu's successor. Many women pursue him, but he is infatuated with Ye Hong Yu.
This is quite normal. Although I cannot consult the Ye family's fortunes, nor have I read Ye Hong Yu's fortune or cast a divination for her, the fact that my
grandfather chose her out of thousands to be betroth me to resolve my fate indicates that this woman's destiny is definitely extraordinary.
I really want to rush over and tell Ye Qing Shan that I can do everything others can, and that I cannot let Ye Hong Yu marry someone else.
But I cannot do that. Regardless of whether he believes it or not, even if he does, I would be breaking a rule, which would greatly affect my marriage with Hong Yu.
I need to find a way to make her willingly marry me so that things can proceed naturally and without violating the rules my grandfather set.
However, I am not in a hurry. Although the Ye family has not yet suffered any misfortune, I believe in my grandfather's abilities. Shen Chu Jiu thinks he can break my grandfather's rules? He underestimates the power of the Green Hemp Ghost Hand.
As long as the Ye family's troubles become so intractable that no one can solve them, they will definitely think of having me marry into the Ye family to resolve the situation.
What I fear most is that if Ye Hongyu and Shen Baisui get together before the Ye family's retribution arrives, that would be a disaster.
Because what Grandpa calls a "final marriage" isn't just about holding a wedding ceremony and getting a certificate; it involves actually consummating the marriage.
If Ye Hongyu has a relationship with another man first, our marriage is destined to be broken, which would be a disaster for both of us.
Thinking of this, I shook my head helplessly. Everything has its own laws of operation, and whether we can ultimately be together is up to fate.
Composing myself, I returned to Xiaofeng Street, intending to tidy up my shop and go to sleep, thinking of a plan for tomorrow.
Fate really is predetermined. As I walked towards my shop, I saw two people get out of a very flashy sports car not far away.
The woman was wearing a white t-shirt and light blue jeans, looking youthful and beautiful—it was Ye Hongyu.
The man, dressed like a young master, though not particularly handsome, possessed an air of nobility and could be considered dashing; he was undoubtedly Shen Baisui.
In the dead of night, a sports car parked on Xiaofeng Street seemed somewhat out of place.
I suspected Shen Baisui had ulterior motives for bringing Ye Hongyu here, so I quietly followed him.
"Shen Baisui, why did you bring me here so late at night? Trying to scare me? Let me tell you, I don't believe in that stuff," Ye Hongyu said, somewhat displeased.
Shen Baisui smiled and said, "Hongyu, my grandfather and uncle are discussing some matters. They asked us to come out for a stroll. I figured we'd get married sooner or later, and you know what I do for a living, so letting you experience the atmosphere of the feng shui world beforehand is good for you." I
sneered inwardly. A funeral parlor was being called the feng shui world in his mouth? This feng shui world was far too cheap.
Ye Hongyu frowned, displeased, and said, "I don't care about feeling anything, Shen Baisui. Don't talk nonsense about our relationship anymore, okay? I have a fiancé, you know that."
Hearing this, my heart warmed.
Although I knew she mentioned me probably just because she didn't want to be associated with Shen Baisui, it at least showed that I wasn't so bad in her eyes, and she didn't dislike me.
"Fiancé? Follow the WeChat public account [Manyu Literature] and reply with the number "40" to continue reading the exciting story! You mean that sickly Chen Huangpi? Hongyu, you're kidding me. I heard from my grandfather that he's a good-for-nothing, he's never studied feng shui, and you two have already broken off your engagement." Shen Baisui's face was full of sarcasm, completely disregarding me.
Ye Hongyu immediately pouted, a little annoyed, and said, "Watch your mouth! Just because he can't read feng shui doesn't mean he's useless! In my eyes, he's better than you; at least he's honest and upright."
Shen Baisui, however, remained calm and didn't get angry. He simply said, "Fine, say whatever you want. Hongyu, look, there's a paper-crafting shop that's still open. I'll take you there. I can bring paper figures to life, you believe me?"
Ye Hongyu scoffed, clearly not believing him, and followed Shen Baisui towards the paper-crafting shop.
Even a fool could guess what Shen Baisui was up to.
He was probably going to show off some special skill to Ye Hongyu, using some clumsy tricks to change her opinion of him, even make her fall in love with him.
I couldn't let him succeed, so I quickly followed.
This was a paper-crafting shop called 'Songcai Pavilion,' which, as the name suggests, made its living by crafting paper figures.
The art of paper crafting has a long history. Essentially, it involves making paper offerings for the dead. Red-clad boys and green-clad girls, mountains of gold and silver, cattle and horses' clothing—anything you can imagine can be crafted.
However, this profession is far from simple. While most paper craftsmen don't possess great skills, they simply make a living.
But truly skilled paper craftsmen have supernatural powers, able to bring wandering spirits to life on paper figures—this is a minor supernatural ability. (Follow the WeChat public account [漫玉文学] and reply with the number "40" to continue reading the exciting story!) My grandfather told me a story about a truly powerful paper craftsman. He traveled to a small town in the south and asked for a drink of water. After taking the cup, he left without a word, never looking back.
Because the entire town wasn't inhabited by living people; they were all paper figures created by this powerful craftsman.
When I was a child, hearing this story from my grandfather gave me nightmares all night. Thinking about it now, it's quite funny, because I might one day possess such supernatural powers.
Pulling myself out of my reverie, I peered into the paper-crafting shop from the doorway.
I saw Shen Baisui pick up a brush dipped in ink and begin drawing on the face of a green paper figure—he was drawing eyes.
As he drew, he said, "Red Fish, watch closely, I'll bring this paper figure to life in no time!"
Drawing eyes and adding pupils to a paper figure is a major taboo!

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