Los Angeles, east of Beverly Hills, a rooftop terrace of a private club.
The sunset dyed the whole city golden red, and the clouds rolled like flames. Lin Fang sat alone at the edge of the terrace, with a cup of tea in front of him and a yellowed "Dragon Shaking Sutra" spread out on his knees. The sun shone on his slightly tired but calm face, reflecting a bit of pride after forbearance.
Three days ago, he used the "Eight Formations of Feng Hou" and "Double Dragon Breaking Evil" techniques to break the deadlock of the Feng Shui of the House Manor, saving a family on the verge of collapse, and forcing those upper-class dignitaries who originally rejected and ridiculed him to re-examine this young Oriental man in his early thirties, who actually possessed a "power" that they could not understand at all.
But behind the overnight fame, there is an overwhelming undercurrent.
The phone screen suddenly lit up, and one after another news pop-up appeared like a screen:
"Los Angeles Feng Shui Association statement: Lin Fang has not registered for local certification qualifications, and his behavior does not represent the position of our association"
""The city's Architectural Society and the Environmental Agency jointly questioned whether the so-called "feng shui adjustment" disrupts the terrain structure and is suspected of illegal soil transformation"
"An anonymous insider revealed: Chinese Feng Shui masters are "suspected of metaphysical fraud"?
""The White House Urban Governance Advisory Group publicly recommended that the role of non-certified foreigners in urban transformation projects should be strengthened."
Lin Fang slowly put down the teacup, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth.
"A typical case of praise and banning at the same time. "He murmured, but his eyes were like a sharp blade cutting through the twilight.
He knew this routine too well. Since he became famous, behind the applause was a hammer, and behind the praise was a sharp blade. In the Western world, no matter how many halos he had, he could not hide the label of "heretic". The media, institutions, and associations are all part of the Western discourse system, and he is the oriental anomaly that crawled out of the eight-person basement in Chinatown.
But he is not afraid.
Back then, he lived on the dozens of dollars he earned from reading Feng Shui for the casino owner, and he survived being spit on the street and called a "liar". Today, standing in this private club worth tens of millions of dollars, he relies not on his face or luck, but on the orthodox Xuanmen Feng Shui technique passed down to him by his grandfather Lin Zhendong, and on the "records" accumulated with his life.
"Master Lin." A low voice came from behind.
It was Jack House, the security chief of the House Group, with gloomy eyes and anxious expression.
Lin Fang did not even turn his head, and his tone was flat: "Something happened in New York? "
"Yes." Jack nodded, his tone solemn, "Just half an hour ago, the foundation construction area of our new district in Manhattan suddenly collapsed, and two nearby office buildings also showed structural tilt... The architect couldn't find the reason, but I checked your report, and that area is exactly what you marked - 'Yin Sha flaw'."
Lin Fang closed the ancient book, and a flash of sharpness in his eyes was like a knife.
"That was not a natural disaster, but someone violated the Feng Shui taboo. It was a provocation." He stood up, his clothes fluttering, like an old Taoist god descending to the earth.
He looked at the sunset in the west in the distance and murmured:
"In that case, I will accept the challenge. "
Manhattan's East Side, the core area of the construction site.
Lin Fang, wearing a simple Taoist robe, was particularly eye-catching among the many executives in suits. He held a compass in one hand and put one hand behind his back, and walked lightly around the deep construction pit, like a dragon patrolling a pond, stepping on virtual and real nodes step by step.
A group of American engineers, developers, and news media reporters around him stared at him with different expressions.
He suddenly stopped, stroked the compass with his fingertips, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Here, it's not natural settlement, but backflow of Yin soil."
"What?" A structural engineer frowned, "Mr. Lin, please don't scare people with this Chinese "folk saying". We have AI pressure modeling system support here, and no abnormalities were found."
"AI?" Lin Fang smiled, his voice was calm but with a certain certainty from the East.
"Can your AI understand the wailing of the earth veins? Can it calculate the reverberation effect after the "dragon veins stop breathing"? What you dug out is not ordinary soil, but the stone eye of the bureau. "
Before he finished speaking, he pulled out a long black copper needle, dipped it in cinnabar and deer blood, and slowly inserted it into the crack in the ground. In less than three seconds, a yellow-brown airflow with a bloody smell spurted out, and a hideous and strange human face appeared in the air, with blood dripping from the corners of the eyes, as if it was a roar from the abyss underground!
There was a commotion in the whole venue, and several executives retreated in fear. Some even exclaimed: "This is not something that science can explain!"
Lin Fang's eyes were cold: "This is the remnant eye of the blood bureau left over a hundred years ago. What you pierced was not soil, but the domain of corpse qi. You say it doesn't hurt, but it has to fester for you to see. "
Just as the House executives were about to order the suspension of the project, a high-decibel loudspeaker voice sounded from outside the venue:
"Stop! Don't be fooled by this oriental magician! "
Everyone turned around-
Michael Lawrence, the "first person to fight against fakes" in the American Feng Shui industry, a Harvard architectural anthropology doctor, and a frequent guest on national TV shows, was wearing a white scholar's robe, standing behind the camera array, holding a megaphone, with strong contempt and hostility in his eyes.
"He is not certified! All the techniques he uses have not been confirmed! We cannot allow an unregistered foreign wizard to interfere with American land laws and building permits!"
Reporters pointed their microphones and cameras at Lin Fang, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Lin Fang, however, remained calm, standing at the edge of the dark crack in the ground, and spoke quietly:
"I only have one thing to say."
"If I can't seal the Yin flow today and can't calm this situation - I will cut off one arm and quit the Feng Shui industry from now on!"
When the voice fell, the whole audience was silent.
Lawrence's face turned pale, and he never expected that Lin Fang would dare to make such a promise that could be called a "blood oath".
The next second, Lin Fang took out three Five Emperors copper coins from his sleeve, bit his fingertips and wrote three ancient characters on them: "Heaven, Duan, Sha!"
He changed his steps into a formation, chanted a spell, and leaped with both hands. The copper coins fell to the ground like flying stars, and divided the three sides of the universe.
"Break the situation · Three Duan Soul Locks!"
Boom——
The cracks in the ground burst, yellow air rolled, and the hideous faces seemed to be burned by flames, wailing everywhere. A golden pattern barrier suddenly appeared where the copper coins were, the airflow was stopped, the Yin Sha was locked, and all the negative energy instantly turned into green smoke, rising and dispersing.
The whole audience was shocked, the camera recorded this scene, and the TV station broadcast it live.
Tens of millions of viewers across the country witnessed how a young Feng Shui master from the East used blood curses to seal the evil and calm the underground ghost eyes.
Lin Fang put away the magic weapon and looked at the live camera calmly.
"This is not witchcraft, it's geography."
That night
Lin Fang lay on the sofa at the Metropolitan Hotel in Manhattan, exhausted. Outside the window, neon lights flickered and traffic was heavy, but he still seemed to hear the cold wind and howling during the day.
The phone rang, and it was the vice chairman of the House Group headquarters:
"Master Lin, we have decided to set up an 'Oriental Feng Shui Advisory Group' to serve high-end projects. You will serve as the chief consultant with an annual salary starting from seven figures. You decide the conditions."
Lin Fang held a cigarette in his mouth and said coldly:
"I'm not in this business for money. If you dare to mess with the Feng Shui layout, I will charge you ten times more and demolish your entire building."
The other party was stunned at first, and then burst into a hearty laugh: "Understood!"
Lin Fang hung up the phone, stood up and walked to the French window.
On the wall, the old photo was hanging prominently.
In the photo, a white-haired old man sitting on a small bench in a Beijing alley smiled and said to the young Lin Fang:
"Xiao Fang, if you can gain a foothold in the West one day, let them see that Feng Shui is not superstition, but the backbone of China."
Lin Fang gently clasped his hands and whispered:
"Grandpa, I did it."