Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

The next afternoon at four o'clock, Ma Shuai arrived at the clinic.

Winters in Beijing aren't very cold, at least not compared to Northeast China.

In early March, spring had already arrived. Normally, a thin cotton coat would be enough to keep warm, but Ma Shuai was wearing a heavy military overcoat.

His outfit is a bit shocking to me.

Ma Shuai is not short of money. Given his status, it's rare to see him dressed like this except on television.

The key point is that he drove there.

It wasn't cold at all in the car, so he didn't need to dress like that.

"Uncle Ma, what's with your outfit? Are you still thinking about acting in the car?" Fatty Lin teased.

"You're such a chatterbox!"

Ma Shuai pointed at Fatty Lin, then looked at Long Nier beside me and said, "This must be my niece-in-law, right?"

"Uncle Ma!" Long Nier called out shyly.

"Why!"

Ma Shuai's face broke into a wide grin as his assistant handed him a small black box.

"Nizi, I've watched Xiaofeng grow up since he was little. This is just a small token of my appreciation!"

Ma Shuai handed over the small box.

"Thank you, Uncle Ma!"

Long Nier accepted the gift with grace and generosity.

"This niece-in-law is so kind and generous, Xiao Feng, you've found a good wife!" Ma Shuai patted my arm and said.

They chatted and laughed all the way up to the third floor. Ma Shuai waved to his assistant, who turned and went to wait outside.

As soon as his assistant left, Ma Shuai's face darkened, and he said, "Xiao Feng, Fatty, Uncle's in trouble this time!"

"Uncle Ma, you look pretty good!" Fatty Lin said.

That's true. Ma Shuai's complexion wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either.

"It wasn't me who got into trouble, it was my husband!"

Marshal Ma sighed, unbuttoned his military overcoat, and took out a large rat, about the size of a house cat, from inside the coat.

The mouse had messy fur and closed eyes. What was particularly striking were its whiskers, which were nearly ten centimeters long and resembled small toothpicks.

In addition, there was an unpleasant smell, a mixture of blood and stench.

"Uncle Ma, is this your Grey Fairy?"

After staring at the rat for a few moments, a thought struck me. My grandfather had helped Ma Shuai for so many years, and all he knew was that Ma Shuai had inherited his uncle's mantle and had a giant, intelligent rat in his house, but he had never seen it before.

"Yes, this is my husband!"

Ma Shuai nodded.

"Has something happened to the old immortal?"

I asked.

Ma Shuai didn't say anything, but carefully lifted the head of the big rat, turned it over, and exposed its belly.

Its belly was covered with large patches of rotten black spots, and in two places, its internal organs could be faintly seen.

"This is a wound!"

Lin Pangzi's expression changed after just one glance.

Upon hearing those two words, my expression changed.

Dao wounds also have another name: Heavenly Retribution Sores.

Such injuries are caused by one of a few things: casting curses, stealing, or prolonging life.

Judging from the situation of the big shot who was close to Ma Shuai, this gray fairy was most likely helping that person smuggle goods.

"It's a wound!"

Ma Shuai looked at Fatty Lin nervously and asked, "Fatty, can it be cured?"

"It can't be cured!" Fatty Lin said without the slightest hesitation.

Ma Shuai looked at me again.

"Uncle Ma, this kind of injury is beyond human repair. Only certain rare and precious herbs, such as the Eight-Leaf Ginseng, can make up for it!" I said.

"Even with the Eight-Leaf Ginseng, it can't restore the old immortal. It can only replenish the old immortal's vital energy so that it can get through this on its own!" Fatty Lin added.

"Is there really no hope?" Ma Shuai still didn't want to give up.

"Uncle, I have some Turtle and Deer Immortal Glue here. My grandfather left it to me. You can take it to replenish the old immortal's vital energy. Dao injuries can only be overcome by oneself. Outsiders can't help!" I said.

"I see!" Ma Shuai muttered to himself.

Fatty Lin frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Actually, there's another way to save the old immortal!"

"What method?" Ma Shuai asked hurriedly.

"The old immortal suffered divine retribution and was injured because he defied the heavens and changed his fate. Since the injury came from his fate, we must start by addressing his fate!" Fatty Lin said.

"How do we start with luck?" Ma Shuai asked hurriedly.

"Simple!"

Fatty Lin glanced at the old immortal and said, "Where there is divine punishment, there is also divine favor. Let the old immortal do something favored by heaven, and naturally the Dao injury on his body can be healed!"

Upon hearing this, the whiskers of the large rat in Ma Shuai's arms trembled twice, brushing against Ma Shuai's hand.

"What kind of work is considered a blessing from heaven?" General Ma asked hastily.

He didn't refute what Fatty Lin said about his family's ancestral spirit doing something that defied fate and changed destiny, which speaks volumes.

"Uncle, a while ago, a distant relative of Sister Yu lost her soul, and it was my brother and I who helped her!" I briefly explained the discovery of the three sections of the Japanese tomb in Zhuanghu Village, which was used to "nail the dragon vein."

After I finished speaking, I concluded, "Uncle, this is a matter of divine favor!"

The rat's whiskers trembled again, brushing against Ma Shuai's hand.

"Xiao Feng, the Japanese devils wanted to attack our Dragon Vein. It was a stroke of luck that their plans were ruined. But such things are rare and hard to come by. Where can we find them?" Ma Shuai was a little worried.

"Uncle, this isn't difficult for you!" I said.

"How so?" Ma Shuai asked.

"Uncle, back then, the Japanese devils occupied our three northeastern provinces and caused us a lot of trouble. Knowing their nature, how could they not have made arrangements? I've heard many rumors, such as the mystery of the Changbai Mountain dragon vein!"

"Furthermore, the Kwantung Army built numerous underground munitions depots in the Greater and Lesser Khingan Mountains back then, which is also a potential threat to us!"

"Oh, right, my grandpa also told me that back then, the Japanese devils arranged a feng shui layout, changing the Azure Dragon and White Tiger formation of Marshal Zhang's mansion into a Blue-Clad Servant formation!"

"Similar feng shui layouts are incredibly common in Shenyang!"

"If you focus on examining those old houses that are over a hundred years old, you're sure to find something!"

I counted on my fingers, offering suggestions to Ma Shuai one by one.

"The dragon vein and the armory are difficult to deal with, but the old house is easy to handle!" Ma Shuai said.

"Uncle, the armory matter might be difficult for others, but it's not actually that difficult for you!" I said.

"How so?" Ma Shuai asked.

"Find the old immortal!"

I pointed to the large rat in Ma Shuai's arms and said, "Things in the old forest are hard to find out by human effort alone, but what humans can't find, the old immortal can!"

"Oh dear, I completely forgot about that!" Ma Shuai said.

"Uncle, I can provide some clues about the dragon vein!" Fatty Lin spoke up at this moment.

"What clue?" Ma Shuai asked.

"My grandfather told me that back in the day, before the Qing Dynasty fell, the Japanese devils, under the guise of drawing military maps, captured some feng shui masters in Northeast China to help them survey the dragon veins of Korea!"

"According to my grandfather, the Japanese spent several years meticulously identifying and installing dragon-locking nails along Korea's dragon veins!"

"I don't know the exact location, but I know the general area!"

"The dragon vein of Goryeo originates from Changbai Mountain. Following this vein might reveal many clues!"

"That's what Fatty Lin said."