I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

He looked at Huang Shouzhou and said calmly, "Now you know fear?"

Huang Shouzhou's face fell: "I was scared a long time ago. I didn't sleep a wink last night. That's why I went to buy tickets this morning. Who would have thought that we would attract their people before we even arrived at the dock?"

Chen Qinghe looked at him and suddenly asked, "When you looked at the Huo family's house, besides removing the screen wall, adding running water, and hanging mirrors, what else did they do?"

Huang Shouzhou was taken aback, then quickly thought for a moment: "I...I also moved the young master's bed once. Originally, the head of the bed was against the north wall, but I thought it was too gloomy there, so I had it turned ninety degrees to face west. Also, I put a wind-suppressing talisman above the door...but I copied that talisman myself from an old book, so it should...shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Qinghe finally shook his head.

Moving the bed from north to west is like lying down directly under the wind coming from the corridor; and then sticking a random wind-suppressing talisman on the door will not only fail to suppress the wind, but will also cause it to tangle in front of the door.

The screen wall was demolished, running water was introduced, the mirror was hung up, and the bed was moved. With all these things put together, the fact that the young master of the Huo family can still stand up whole is already a testament to his resilience.

"Open the door," Chen Qinghe suddenly said.

Huang Shouzhou was stunned: "W-what?"

"Isn't the point to arrest people or question them?" Chen Qinghe raised his hand and slowly smoothed out the cuffs of his sleeve that had been crumpled by him. His voice remained calm. "Keeping your distance isn't a solution."

Huang Shouzhou waved his hands frantically, "We can't open it! They'll really kill me if we do!"

Chen Qinghe glanced at him: "With me here, you won't die."

This sentence, neither loud nor heavy, felt like a stone falling, inexplicably calming the heart.

Huang Shouzhou stared at him blankly, his previously scattered mind actually calming down a bit.

By the time he realized what was happening, Chen Qinghe had already walked towards the door.

Just as the bolt was pulled open, the people outside were about to kick it again when the door suddenly opened inwards. The burly man at the front couldn't stop in time and almost stumbled inside.

There were four or five people standing behind him, all dressed in short clothes. The leader was a man in his early forties, with a fair complexion and no beard. He was dressed in a neat suit and was holding a thin ebony cane. He was clearly not an ordinary thug, but rather looked like a manager of a wealthy family.

He first glanced at Chen Qinghe, who had opened the door, then looked past him and saw Huang Shouzhuo, who was hiding behind him. A cold smile immediately appeared on his lips.

"Master Huang, what an airs you have." He spoke slowly and deliberately, "The Huo family invited you to adjust the house and soothe the spirits, and what you've done is make the young master's house worse with each adjustment. You haven't even cured him yet, and you're already buying a boat ticket. What, are you tired of Hong Kong and want to find another place to continue your swindling?"

Huang Shouzhou's face twitched, and he forced a smile, saying, "Manager Zhou, there's a misunderstanding here..."

"A misunderstanding?" Manager Zhou tapped the threshold lightly with his ebony cane, his eyes cold. "When we came to find Li Zhengfeng of the Sanxuan Temple, you said he wasn't there, so it's the same if you handle this feng shui arrangement!"

"Now that things have turned out like this, you still have the nerve to tell me it's a misunderstanding?"

"My young master didn't sleep a wink again last night, and this morning he smashed up half the room. Mr. Huo has said he'll give you three more days. If the young master still can't sleep well after three days, you won't be able to keep this Sanxuan Temple."

His words were spoken softly, yet they were more intimidating than shouts of violence.

Sweat immediately poured down Huang Shouzhou's forehead, his mouth went dry, and he couldn't even utter a coherent sentence.

When Manager Zhou saw his appearance, his contempt deepened. Just as he was about to make another sarcastic remark, his gaze suddenly fell on Chen Qinghe.

"Who is this?"

Chen Qinghe cupped his hands in greeting: "Chen Qinghe, from the Sanxuan Temple."

Manager Zhou sized him up, seeing he was just a thin boy of eighteen or nineteen, raised an eyebrow, and said in an even more indifferent tone: "Master Huang knows he's useless, so he's temporarily found a helper to save face?"

Huang Shouzhou opened his mouth to reply, but Chen Qinghe stopped him first.

"The problem with your young master Huo's room isn't that the 'calm-inducing' ritual wasn't properly performed," Chen Qinghe said. "It was originally a problem with the wind path being obstructed and the airflow being blocked. Huang Shouzhou then removed the screen wall, introduced running water, and hung a mirror facing the bed, which turned the hidden problem into a visible one. If this drags on for another three days, he might not suffer any major harm, but his temperament will definitely become more and more irritable. At that point, it won't just be a matter of not being able to sleep."

There was a moment of silence outside the courtyard gate.

Manager Zhou initially thought he was just putting on an act because of his youth, but upon hearing this, his expression changed slightly.

He looked the boy up and down, his mind racing.

Huang Shouzhou, standing next to him, stared wide-eyed.

He only mentioned what he had changed, but Chen Qinghe described even the smallest details, such as the screen wall, the flowing water, and the suspended mirror, as if he had personally seen the Huo family's house.

"That's right! Master Li used to be just as confident when he was bluffing people with his feng shui."

Huang Shouzhou felt that the person in front of him looked and acted familiar.

Manager Zhou stared at Chen Qinghe for a moment, then slowly said, "You've never been to the Huo family, how do you know all this?"

Chen Qinghe remained unmoved: "His skills are shallow; it's not hard to guess what he's capable of."

As soon as he said this, Huang Shouzhou felt a burning sensation on his face, but he didn't dare to utter a single word in rebuttal.

Manager Zhou gripped his ebony cane, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered: "That sounds plausible. But the Huo family hired someone who can get things done, not a smooth talker at the door."

Chen Qinghe looked up at him and said, "If I go to check, we can stabilize the situation tonight."

"Tonight?" Manager Zhou stared at him.

"Tonight," Chen Qinghe answered decisively. "As for the root of the problem, we'll have to see the house first."

This caused not only Steward Zhou to exchange glances, but also the few short-sleeved men behind him.

The young master of the Huo family has been getting increasingly irritable these past few days. He's moved everything that can be moved around in the house, and we've even called in several doctors, but nothing has helped.

Mr. Huo was furious, and no one dared to approach him.

The young man in front of me said he could stabilize the situation tonight. It sounded arrogant, but his words just now did hit the nail on the head regarding the arrangement of the room.

Manager Zhou's expression finally changed from its previous dismissive tone.

As the steward of a prestigious family like the Huo family, he would never harbor any condescending thoughts. Especially since Mr. Huo had hired many feng shui masters over the years, each with their own quirks, Steward Zhou had seen plenty of them.

The boy in front of me looks normal, but what he says is quite interesting.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside to make way for Chen Qinghe: "In that case, please make the trip, Mr. Chen."

The phrase "Mr. Chen" carries a completely different weight than before.

Huang Shouzhou stood at the back, completely stunned by what he heard. He had thought he was doomed to fail today, but Chen Qinghe's words not only saved his life but also suppressed the Huo family's momentum by half.

Chen Qinghe did not move immediately, but turned his head to look at Huang Shouzhuo.

"You should go too."

Huang Shouzhou was startled: "Me...me too?"

"You should naturally go back to your place after causing this trouble," Chen Qinghe said calmly. "But once you get to the Huo family, you are not allowed to say anything out of line or touch anything without permission."

Huang Shouzhou nodded hurriedly, as if pounding garlic: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to whatever you say."

The night wind blew through the alley, causing the tattered paper lamp by the door to sway gently.

Inside the Sanxuan Temple, the three incense sticks in front of the ancestral tablet of the master had not yet burned out; outside the Sanxuan Temple, the Huo family's car had already stopped at the alley entrance, and Chen Qinghe saw five or six young men holding knives.

If Huang Shouzhou dares to resist if they come today, there might really be bloodshed.

Chen Qinghe glanced back at the dim light in the hall, his gaze lingering for a moment on the slightly tilted memorial tablet before he looked away and stepped out the threshold.