Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

"A wound to the Dao?"

The White Dragon King's expression changed slightly, but he didn't speak. Huang Dacheng, however, was uneasy. He turned his head and quickly looked at the White Dragon King.

"It's alright!"

The White Dragon King smiled faintly, patted Huang Dacheng's hand, and said, "Over the years, I have revealed too many heavenly secrets; this injury to my Dao is Heaven's punishment for me!"

"Master Feng, name your price as long as you can cure my master!" Huang Dacheng said to me.

"A Dao injury can't be healed in a short time. We'll discuss it in detail when we get to the villa!" Fatty Lin chimed in.

Huang Dacheng glanced at the White Dragon King, who nodded slightly. He then said, "Alright, let's talk about it when we get home!"

At 2:20, we arrived at Huang Dacheng's villa.

Because the White Dragon King prefers quiet, apart from the three of us, only Mr. and Mrs. Huang Dacheng were present at the welcoming banquet.

At the dinner table, we didn't say much. Perhaps because Xiao Ba had exposed the matter of the Dao injury, the White Dragon King only ate a little and didn't say much.

Compared to the White Dragon King, Huang Dacheng talked a lot. From beginning to end, he kept subtly probing into Xiao Ba's origins. In order to get information out of him, he even arranged a position for Xiao Ba.

Xiao Ba didn't stand on ceremony and brazenly took up a spot all by herself, chirping every now and then to ask Long Nier to serve her food.

Xiao Ba's background is no secret, and there's no need to hide it.

Lin the Fat and I exchanged a single glance and decided to go on and on about Xiao Ba's origins.

Lin the Fatty is good at bragging.

So he played the trumpet, and I played along.

Fatty Lin started by talking about Grandma Bai, emphasizing how Grandma Bai had protected Aunt Kong's family for three generations.

This statement made Huang Dacheng's eyes light up, and he kept asking us how he could worship such a deity.

When he pressed for an answer, the White Dragon King could no longer remain silent. He then offered a brief explanation, saying that such things are rare and require both opportunity and fate.

After listening, Huang Dacheng glanced at Xiao Ba with envy, then listened to us continue our boasting.

Fatty Lin didn't stand on ceremony and recounted how Xiao Ba had given him medicine in a dream.

However, he exaggerated a little, saying that one-tenth of the credit was ten-tenths, which made Xiao Ba feel embarrassed.

"Mr. Huang, I'd like to discuss my injury with these young friends privately!"

After the meal, Huang Dacheng originally wanted me to examine the White Dragon King's pulse and see how to treat him, but the White Dragon King said this.

"Okay, no problem!"

Huang Dacheng hesitated for a moment, then quickly agreed.

Fatty Lin showed no surprise at the White Dragon King's request, as if he had expected him to say so.

Soon, Huang Dacheng led us to the study on the third floor.

After entering the study, Huang Dacheng glanced at us and said, "Master, I'll be right outside. Just call me if you need anything!"

"good!"

The White Dragon King nodded.

Although Huang Dacheng was a little unwilling, he still closed the door.

"Uncle Nan, you've broken your vow!"

After Huang Dacheng left, Fatty Lin looked at the White Dragon King and said, word by word.

"Young friend, your cultivation is profound. You could tell at first glance, couldn't you?" the White Dragon King said with a wry smile.

"Uncle Nan, your face has dark lines, your pupils have turned red, and your hair is greasy. These are signs of backlash. It's not that my cultivation is profound, it's just that your symptoms are too obvious!" Fatty Lin said meaningfully.

"Why!"

The White Dragon King sighed deeply.

"Uncle Nan, judging from your appearance, you only started to suffer the backlash in the last two years. You've been famous for nearly thirty years, why did you break your vow in your old age?" Fatty Lin asked, puzzled.

Whether it's the major religions like Buddhism and Taoism, or some folk traditions, they all have their own precepts, such as abstaining from killing, refraining from sexual misconduct, and abstaining from alcohol.

Once the precepts are broken, at best one will suffer a backlash, at worst the magic will lose its effectiveness.

For disciples of the lineage, suffering backlash is acceptable, but the ineffectiveness of the Dharma is absolutely unacceptable.

Fatty Lin also has rules, but his lineage is rather unique.

His lineage, to some extent, can also be considered a lineage of Dharma. In addition to the Taoist deities enshrined in the hall, there are the ancestral immortals of the Lin family, also known as the ancestral immortal spirits.

Therefore, his lineage does not abstain from smoking, drinking, or womanizing. As long as they are worthy of their ancestors and their conscience, there is no problem.

To put it bluntly, it means having no taboos.

As long as he's not too bad, the ancestor won't do anything to him, after all, he's the only son of the Lin family now.

What I'm more curious about is what rule the White Dragon King broke that both Fatty Lin and Xiao Ba could see at the same time.

"People find it difficult to overcome greed, anger, and ignorance; as they grow old, their integrity is often compromised!"

The White Dragon King shook his head and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"Uncle Nan, we can heal your injuries, but if you continue to break your vows, there's nothing we can do!" Fatty Lin said.

"Master Lin, I am several decades older than you. May I call you Little Lin?" the White Dragon King asked tentatively.

"Uncle Nan, this is only right!"

Fatty Lin chuckled, pointed at me and Long Nier, and said, "You call this one Thirteen, and this one Nier!"

"Uncle Nan, the three of us don't need to argue like that!"

Upon hearing this, the White Dragon King nodded and exclaimed, "You are all good children!"

After speaking, he thought for a moment and said, "In the past thirty years, I believe I have made contributions to Hong Kong. In the early years, Wang Sanmu and I did a lot for Hong Kong!"

"Wang Sanmu?"

Upon hearing this name, Fatty Lin interrupted Bai Wanglong.

"Yes, that's him!"

The White Dragon King nodded and said, "Wang Sanmu was sent from the mainland to keep an eye on Hong Kong!"

"In the 1980s and 90s, with Hong Kong's return to China imminent, John Bull did a lot of things to create problems for the mainland!"

"I can't fill the economic and policy holes, nor can I control them, but I can still meddle in matters of feng shui and metaphysics!"

"Back then, Wang Sanmu and I worked together to dismantle many of their hidden schemes, which can be considered a contribution to the mainland!"

"Later, Wang Sanmu was corrupted by a group of wealthy people led by Li Guagua and lived a life of extravagance and debauchery. As for me, although I told myself to refrain from greed, anger, and ignorance, the older I got, the stronger my anger became!"

At this point, the White Dragon King paused, his eyes somewhat lost. "I often wonder, what have I been working so hard for all my life?"

"For your children?"

"My daughter is alright, but my good-for-nothing son has been implicated by me and died in a car accident!"

"For myself?"

"Over the years, in order to maintain my image and uphold the precepts, my life, while not exactly simple, is worlds apart from that of the wealthy!"

"The more I think about it, the stronger the fire in my heart becomes!"

As he spoke, the White Dragon King pointed to his heart.

"So, you broke your vow?" Fatty Lin asked after a long silence.

"yes!"

The White Dragon King nodded and said, "Especially that bastard Wang Sanmu, he's always bragging to me that he blessed this actress today, and that actress tomorrow, and there are even college students eager to have his babies!"

"In the end, I couldn't control myself and ended up on the same path as Wang Sanmu!"

Hearing this, I understood that he had broken the precept against lust and had also blessed those female stars in Hong Kong.