I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

Feng Siyan is gone, but the turmoil he stirred up hasn't subsided so quickly.

After all, he was a well-known feng shui master on this street, making a living by choosing auspicious dates, opening business plans, and housewarming plans for people.

Now that he's come to the newly rented shop at Sanxuan Temple to cause trouble, the neighbors are naturally not going to just treat it as a spectacle.

Several families had initially inquired about what business Chen Qinghe and Huang Shouzhou were in, but now they were hesitant to visit them.

It's not that they don't want to watch the excitement; they're just waiting.

We'll wait and see if Chen Qinghe is truly capable or just putting on a show with empty words; we'll also wait and see if Feng Siyan's anger before leaving will resurface later.

The broken wall in the shop was gradually dismantled, and the storefront, interior, and timber were slowly arranged according to Chen Qinghe's wishes. However, passersby would still stop, take a few more glances, whisper a few words, and then pretend to walk away as if nothing had happened.

Huang Shou-chou knew that look in his eyes all too well.

Half-believing, half-doubting, with a scrutinizing look and a hint of waiting for you to make a fool of yourself.

Huang Shouzhou has been feeling uneasy these past few days.

If Chen Qinghe wanted to establish himself in Hong Kong, he wouldn't rely on renting shops or demolishing walls and moving doors; he would rely on his reputation.

In the profession of feng shui master, reputation is the most valuable asset.

If you make a correct prediction today, others will respect you; if you're slightly off tomorrow, they'll say you were just lucky.

That's why he was anxious.

He feared that nothing would happen to Feng Siyan, and that he would walk past the street corner as usual the next day, fanning himself with his fan; he feared that the neighbors would realize that Chen Qinghe was just young and impetuous, making a few harsh words in public to intimidate people; and he was even more afraid that the reputation that Sanxuan Temple was just beginning to earn would crack before it could truly take hold.

But Chen Qinghe seemed completely unconcerned.

During the day, he would either watch the day laborers demolish walls, measure doors, and move timber in the new shop, or stand in the hall, observing inch by inch how the house's energy flowed. At night, he would return to the old temple in Fu'an Lane, guarding the old books and accounts left by Li Zhengfeng, turning page after page, reading them one by one, the lamp often burning until midnight.

What the neighbors thought, whether Feng Siyan would come back to cause trouble—these were all big concerns for Huang Shouzhou, but for Chen Qinghe, they were not worth worrying about at all.

Huang Shou-zuo admired this calmness.

The more he took it, the more insecure he felt.

The following evening, he finally couldn't hold back any longer and, while moving bricks in the shop, asked in a low voice, "Junior brother, are we really just going to wait like this?"

Chen Qinghe squatted on the ground, brushed a piece of broken brick aside, and said without looking up, "What else can we do but wait?"

Huang Shouzhou smiled wryly: "Everyone on this street is watching. What we're lacking now is a real result. If that old man gets away scot-free, people will laugh at us to death, even if they don't say it. It will be much harder to make a name for ourselves here after that."

Chen Qinghe then looked up at him, his expression still indifferent.

That's why we have to wait.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Let's wait for that prophecy to come true," Chen Qinghe said calmly. "They don't disbelieve it now, they just haven't seen it with their own eyes yet. Once they do, their beliefs will naturally change."

Huang Shouzhou was taken aback.

These past few days, there have been quite a few people coming and going outside the shop, but very few have actually dared to come up and talk to the shopkeeper.

Although Sister-in-law Alan and Old Man Zhou greeted each other as usual, there was still a hint of probing in their eyes.

I've seen more cases like Chen Qinghe's.

He can understand why the place is so deserted now.

I had similar experiences when my mentor took me traveling all over Hunan Province.

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Four-eyed Feng Shui Shop.

This shop is at the end of the street. It's not big, but it's decorated with more charm than the shop that Chen Qinghe and his group rented.

A Bagua mirror hangs at the entrance, a copper coin sword and an incense burner are placed on the table, and two red papers with the inscription "Avoiding Misfortune and Seeking Good Fortune" are pasted on the wall.

Normally at this time, he would be sitting and waiting for neighbors to come to him to ask about auspicious times and dates, but these past few days, fewer people have been coming in. It's mostly a few regular customers who have come to ask Feng Siyan for a few consecrated talismans, and he hasn't been getting any big business.

When neighbors occasionally came over to chat, they didn't say it outright, but their eyes were full of scrutiny. For no reason, Feng Siyan couldn't help but want to spit out something.

There are also those nosy types who peek in as they pass by the door and say, "Master Feng, I heard someone predicted you'd have a bloody disaster a couple of days ago, and you still dare to open the door as usual today? Don't you take it seriously at all?"

Feng Siyan's face immediately darkened.

However, since they were all acquaintances, it was difficult to make a scene.

After arguing with Chen Qinghe that day, he went home and comforted himself, telling himself not to take it seriously.

But when he woke up, everyone in the street was talking about that sentence, and it seemed to have become a nail, stuck in his heart.

So he really didn't go out yesterday.

Then it dawned on me that if I really didn't leave the house for three days, wouldn't that confirm what they said?

If this is confirmed, since we're both feng shui masters, wouldn't it mean I'm inferior to them?

By then, who will come to me for fortune telling?

But when he was about to leave, he heard those light words again, which made him cast two divinations for himself at home, but when he looked at them, he couldn't see any bloodshed or disaster.

"Damn it, if we really fall for his bluff, how are we supposed to face the world?"

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So this morning, he opened his shop even earlier than usual, and even changed into a new set of clothes, just so that the neighbors could see clearly that he, Feng Siyan, was perfectly fine.

A tea table was set up outside a rice shop not far from the entrance. The rice seller, Fatty Zheng, greeted Feng Siyan with a smile, "Master Feng!"

Good morning!

"Why is Master Feng out today?"

Feng Si's eyes darkened again.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fatty Zheng was about to laugh a couple more times when Four-Eyes Feng slammed his fan on the table: "You young people just spout nonsense, and you take it all seriously? If that were the case, how many people in Sham Shui Po would be scared to death every day?"

Several idlers sitting nearby drinking tea quickly smiled obsequiously: "That's right, that's right. Master Feng makes his living this way, how could he be silenced by a mere young upstart's words?"

Feng Siyan felt a little better after hearing the flattery.

He sneered, "Not only will I open my shop as usual today, but I'll also go out as usual. You all open your eyes and see what bloodshed and disaster really mean, what it means to be courting death. Once that brat surnamed Chen has completely lost face, he'll know that Sham Shui Po isn't a place where just anyone can make a name for themselves."

Even though he said that, he still subconsciously touched his right sleeve.

Last night, he had an argument with a boatman at the dock. The boatman made some harsh remarks before leaving. Others may not know about this, but he knows it in his heart.

But then I thought, that was just street thugs talking nonsense, how could it really apply to today?

Thinking of this, he suppressed his slight unease.

Around noon, Fatty Zheng's family was moving the stove for his mother and asked Feng Siyan to choose an auspicious time.

Normally, he would hesitate for a long time before getting up, but today he seemed to be doing it on purpose, packing up his fan on the spot and walking out.

"Let's go." He stood at the door, his tone quite loud. "I want to see who dares to block my way."

The street wasn't long to begin with, and as soon as he stepped out, the eyes of several shops across the street all turned to him.

Feng Siyan walked forward with his back straight, and as he turned the corner, he deliberately glanced at the Sanxuan Temple.

The new shop at Sanxuan Temple was still being set up. Chen Qinghe was standing inside the door, watching two day laborers move timber.

Huang Shouzhou was squatting at the door eating a steamed bun when he looked up and saw Feng Siyan's "I'm going out, what can you do about it?" look on his face. He immediately snorted.

"He's really not afraid of death," he muttered.

Chen Qinghe didn't reply, but just glanced at the street corner.

The midday sun was shining obliquely, and there were quite a few people on the street. Fish ball vendors, ice deliverymen, and people pushing carts were all crowded together on this section of the road.

As Feng Siyan approached the intersection, Fatty Zheng was still calling out from behind, "Master Feng, I'm in a hurry over there, let's hurry—"

Before he finished speaking, an ice delivery truck suddenly rushed out from the alley on the right.

The cart was already fully loaded, and when it went uphill, it couldn't be pushed properly. The ice blocks pressed against the cart, causing it to slide to the side. The man pushing the cart turned pale with fright, and while pulling hard on the rope, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

But unfortunately, Feng Siyan stepped right in the middle of the intersection.

Hearing the sound, he turned around abruptly, his first reaction being to duck forward.

But the cart didn't come from the front; it cut diagonally from his right side. The ice was heavy, and the wooden wheel tilted, causing the entire front of the cart to slam into his side.

Feng Siyan was sent flying sideways by the impact, his right shoulder hitting the ground first, followed by his forehead slamming heavily against the curb.

It snapped with a startlingly crisp sound.

All sounds on the street seemed to be cut off for a moment.

By the time everyone reacted, Feng Siyan was already lying on the ground, his glasses flying far away, a gash on his forehead, and blood streaming down his cheek.

To make matters worse, his right hand was firmly braced on the ground, his wrist twisted into an unnatural arc, and he was in so much pain that his face turned deathly pale, and he couldn't even utter a proper curse.

"Ouch!"

"They really crashed!"

"Blood...there's blood!"

The street corner suddenly descended into chaos.

The ice delivery guy was terrified and knelt down beside the ice, repeatedly saying he didn't do it on purpose.

Fatty Zheng rushed over to help him up, but as soon as his hand touched Feng Siyan, he heard him gasp, and cold sweat poured down his forehead faster than blood.

Old Zhou stood on the side of the street, leaning on his cane, his mouth open for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Sister-in-law Alan instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise.

Because this was exactly what Chen Qinghe had said yesterday.

Instead of coming from the front, come from the side.

At best, it causes bleeding; at worst, it causes broken bones.

His forehead was cut open and bleeding; his wrist was hanging limply, and it was most likely broken as well.

Liang Zhongren stood on the street, feeling a chill run down his spine. He had initially been somewhat interested in watching the spectacle, but now even the soles of his feet felt cold.

There are many fortune tellers on the street who can predict good or bad fortune, but this is the first time he has ever encountered a case where a single sentence was uttered and then witnessed by everyone the next day.

Huang Shouzhou stopped eating the steamed buns, holding them in his hand for a long time without moving them. Finally, he slowly turned his head to look at Chen Qinghe, his eyes filled with barely suppressed shock and excitement.

"Junior brother..." His throat was dry, "It really came true."

Chen Qinghe merely glanced at the street corner, his tone calm: "I told him yesterday, but he didn't believe me."

The words weren't spoken loudly, but several people standing nearby heard them.

For a moment, almost all eyes on the street were on the entrance of the Sanxuan Temple.

Yesterday they were just watching the show, seeing a young man bickering with Feng Siyan; today's collision is truly chilling.

Nobody's a fool. The profession of a feng shui master is all about accurate predictions and interpretations. Whether something is true or not, one reading is enough to tell.

When Feng Siyan was helped up by several people, blood was still flowing from his forehead. He was shocked and in pain, and the shrewdness and arrogance that usually shone in his eyes had been shattered. He seemed to remember something, and looked up at the Sanxuan Temple, his gaze meeting Chen Qinghe's.

At that moment, the expression on his face was very complex, like shame, anger, and fear.

But he didn't say anything in the end, and was helped to the clinic, limping along.

Now, when people on the street looked back at the shops that didn't yet have signs, their expressions changed.

Old Zhou was the first to recover. Leaning on his cane, he slowly walked to the front of the Sanxuan Temple, looked at Chen Qinghe, and suddenly put down the bundle of paper ingots that he hadn't finished tying, and solemnly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Master Chen." He called out earnestly, "I thought you were young and spoke too confidently. Today I realize I'm old and my eyes are failing me. From now on, whatever my incense and candle shop or the Sanxuan Temple needs, just come and get it. We'll settle everything at the end of the month."

That's attitude.

Old Zhou has been selling incense and candles in this area for over a decade. He may be a chatterbox, but he's quite proud.

His single "Master Chen" is more effective than anyone else watching ten spectacle performances.

Sister-in-law Alan also came over, carrying her cloth. The slight doubt on her face had long since disappeared. "Master Chen," she said, "my brother-in-law is thinking of opening a small food stall next month. He was originally going to ask Feng Siyan to choose an auspicious date. But now it seems he'll have to find someone else. If you're free, I can bring him over tomorrow night?"

As soon as he finished speaking, even Old Liu, the watch repairman, leaned forward and whispered, "The back wall of my shop has been damp lately. I initially thought it was just a rainwater issue. Should I ask Master Chen to take a look another day? Business hasn't been good lately; could it also be a feng shui problem?"

The others chimed in, "What kind of feng shui can your mobile stall possibly have?"

Clockmaker Liu retorted, his neck stiff with arrogance: "What do you know? Let the young master take a look and he'll know!"

Suddenly, there were even more people at the entrance than when they had come to watch the excitement that morning.

Huang Shouzhou stood to the side, feeling a burning sensation in his chest.

That's reputation.

People who were initially skeptical, doubtful, and indifferent have now taken the initiative to come to my door, address me as "master," and offer their help.

Chen Qinghe remained calm, not becoming arrogant despite the praise. He simply nodded and said, "One at a time. The shop isn't ready yet, so remember that for today."

A shrewd fellow nearby immediately pulled out an old ledger and handed it to Huang Shouzhou: "Master Huang, quickly write this down, quickly write this down. It wouldn't be good if we forgot anyone when things get really busy."

Huang Shouzhou took the account book, his hands trembling slightly.

He never used to act like this. When people came to him, they would either ask for a good luck charm or just ask him to make up a couple of auspicious phrases. Nobody ever bothered to arrange things like this so seriously.

But things are different now. This writing is not just about work, but also a record of the Sanxuan Temple's resurgence in Sham Shui Po.

As he picked up his pen, he couldn't help but glance again in the direction where Feng Siyan had been helped away at the street corner. He felt that this old man had been stepping on him for so many years, and today's fall really seemed to have opened up a new chapter for the Sanxuan Temple.

The wind blew through the empty door of the new shop, and the broken bricks in the hall had not yet been cleaned up, but the atmosphere at the doorway had already gathered.

Sister-in-law Alan, Old Man Zhou, Liang Zhongren, Old Liu, and the other half of the neighborhood who originally just wanted to watch the excitement, all turned their attention to the Sanxuan Temple and Chen Qinghe for the first time after this bloodshed.

From today onwards, when people in Sham Shui Po mention the Sam Mystery Temple, they will no longer just think of Wong Shou-chou, that half-baked nominal senior brother.

They would think of that young man standing amidst the broken bricks, calmly saying, "Don't go out, or there will be bloodshed."

After the crowd dispersed, Huang Shouzhou exclaimed excitedly, "Junior brother! Your prediction was absolutely accurate!"

"Now we've secured our shop and made a name for ourselves; we'll never lack customers again!"

Chen Qinghe smiled and said, "Let's talk about it after the official opening in a couple of days."

This matter came to an end, and at the corner of the street, two or three people were staring intently at the shop that Chen Qinghe had rented.

"Has everything been arranged for Second Master?"

"This kid seems to have some skills. We need to clean things up and not involve us."

"Hehe, you can rest assured about my handling of things!"