As night falls, Los Angeles' Chinatown is still bustling with people.
Under the neon lights, the bustling market, the fragrant Chinese restaurants, and the fortune-telling stalls on the street interweave into a unique picture of Chinese people in a foreign land. In the glow of the lights, it seems that even the air is filled with the scent of old incense and hexagram paper.
Lin Fang stood at the main entrance of Chinatown, silent. The four-character plaque with the words "benevolence, righteousness, morality" hung high in the night, with a sense of years of mottled. His eyes fell on the familiar bluestone road under the plaque, and the figure of three years ago emerged in the depths of his mind.
At that time, he was wearing a washed-out Zhongshan suit, setting up a stall at the third corner, with a compass so old that it turned yellow, and he couldn't even get change out of his pocket. He set up the stall on time at six o'clock every morning, and dragged his tired body back to a basement with a monthly rent of sixty US dollars in the evening, living on two biscuits and a bottle of water. It takes him two hours to read a fortune, and he earns less than ten dollars. Sometimes, he is even called a "liar" by young people who don't believe in Feng Shui.
Now, he stands in the old place, and his identity has changed greatly.
The shocking Feng Shui of the House Group was broken in his hands, and the Feng Shui circle in the United States was shocked. The New York "Numerology Times" even called him "the last orthodox of Eastern numerology."
But Lin Fang knew that the surface was prosperous, but in fact, the storm was coming.
He was not escaping or showing off, but: returning to the roots.
The United States not only has enemies from capital, but also enemies from numerology, luck, and Feng Shui.
And these enemies are not on the terrace of Beverly, but in the deepest darkness of this Chinatown.
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Deep in Chinatown, a seemingly inconspicuous old bookstore.
The bookstore is dim, and the wooden bookshelves stand diagonally, exuding the fragrance of old books and a faint smell of wormwood. A bald middle-aged man was lazily brewing tea, holding a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, with smoke curling up.
Hearing the doorbell ring, he looked up and immediately recognized the young man standing at the door.
"Oh, you still remember to come back?" He grinned and said sarcastically, "I thought you were drifting away and went to those white masters to read Feng Shui and be the 'God of Wealth'."
Lin Fang smiled, walked forward, and put a box of Zhonghua cigarettes on the table: "Brother, I'm here to see you."
This man's name is Wang Qiuming, and he is from the same school as Lin Fang. In the early years, the two of them practiced Taoism and learned art at the Baiyun Temple in Beijing. Later, due to different ideas, Wang Qiuming left the mountain angrily, went south to Singapore, and then crossed the ocean to the United States.
On the surface, he sells books in Chinatown, but in fact he is the most secretive number one in the underground Feng Shui circle. He is proficient in setting up situations and breaking evil spirits, and changing souls through fate. There was a rumor that he suppressed a "ghost mine" alone in Brazil, so that the whole village did not have strange dreams for 30 years.
Wang Qiuming looked at Lin Fang, and suddenly his expression was restrained. He asked in a low voice: "Did you offend the 'Blood Bureau'?"
Lin Fang was stunned: "How do you know?"
Wang Qiuming snorted coldly, took out a yellowed manuscript, and threw it on the table: "You broke the 'Western Fighting Seven Killings' of House Manor, and thought that the Western numerology world would let you go? New York has been in an uproar. The great elder of the 'Blood Bureau', 'McGore', personally signed your numerology bone map, saying that you are 'Dragon Bone Chongsha', a man of destiny, born to reverse the Western fortune."
Lin Fang frowned: "I didn't take the initiative to provoke them."
"You are a Feng Shui master. The moment you break their plan, you will avenge your father's death." Wang Qiu Ming took a sip of tea and said in a gloomy voice, "They have been planning in the United States for decades, relying on the plan to control luck and luck to control wealth. Once you make a move, it is equivalent to tearing up their life chart."
Lin Fang asked in a deep voice: "So, they want to kill me?"
"Killing you is too easy for you." Wang Qiu Ming's eyes flashed, "'Blood Bureau Sect' has a kind of magic that kills without blood - 'Qiluo Life Barrier', sending a beautiful evil star to entangle you, draining your luck, skills, and natal star soul for three years, and turning you into an empty shell while alive."
Lin Fang's heart trembled.
In his mind, the woman he met in Beverly Hills a few days ago flashed - red clothes, long hair, cold tone, deep eyes, as if she could see through people's hearts.
"I have started to dream about her." He murmured.
Wang Qiuming stood up suddenly: "You've been tricked! That woman is not an ordinary witch, she is one of the manipulators of the 'Qiluo Fate Barrier'. If you drag it on, you will lose your fighting spirit, memory, and consciousness within a year."
"I must break the situation."
Lin Fang lowered his head in thought, and suddenly looked up at Wang Qiuming: "I want to borrow your 'Life Mirror'."
Wang Qiuming was stunned, and said in a deep voice for a long time: "You dare to look at your own life?"
Lin Fang said nothing, just nodded.
Wang Qiuming sighed and took out an ancient copper mirror from the cabinet. The eight trigrams in the mirror were coiled, and dragons and snakes were engraved. The luster was dim but with a soul-stirring power.
"This mirror is called the 'Life Mirror', which can peek into the other party's fate, but it can only be used once. Once you use it to look at her, she will also sense your peeping - at that time, she will take action herself."
Lin Fang took the mirror, and his resolute eyes were reflected in the mirror.
"If she wants to kill me, I will kill her. Let her know that Chinese Xuanmen is immortal!"
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Three days later, in a high-end apartment in downtown Los Angeles.
Lin Fang, wearing casual clothes and holding a life-seeing mirror in his hand, walked slowly into the house. As soon as he opened the door, a faint smell of sandalwood and ambergris hit him.
The living room was minimalist but full of oriental charm: mahogany tables and chairs, a calligraphy screen, and a painting of "Lotus Fairy" on the wall. The air was so quiet that it seemed to be frozen.
His eyes moved slightly, and he noticed the unusual Feng Shui layout: the ceiling hid a Yin mirror, there was a crane-shaped jade pendulum behind the sofa, and his feet were actually on a "soul-guiding line".
A typical "soul-catching array" layout!
The woman walked out of the bedroom slowly, her red cheongsam outlined her exquisite figure, her red lips slightly curled, and she was as beautiful as a ball of fire.
"Mr. Lin, we meet again." She smiled, her voice gentle, but with a frightening sharpness.
Lin Fang smiled: "I broke the Feng Shui Bureau, how many more scenes do you want to play?"
The woman laughed instead of getting angry: "My name is 'Su Li', the sixth-generation disciple of the Blood Bureau Sect, and I have been ordered to take you to join the game."
She suddenly raised her hand, and a gust of wind surged!
The Bagua formation diagram appeared in the house, and the sky and the earth changed color. Under the floor was a blood bureau that imitated the "Red Peach Blossom Fate Plate", with interlaced lights and a murderous aura!
Lin Fang suddenly threw out the life-seeking mirror, and the light flashed!
Su Li's true destiny was reflected in the mirror - "Above the fire, the Yin snake entangles the moon."
Lin Fang's face changed drastically: "The star of destiny changes the fate into a peach blossom! Are you the most difficult to solve the fate of the 'disaster-inducing female destiny'?"
Su Li walked forward slowly, with a seductive tone: "You peeked into my destiny, and you are destined to die. If you are willing to hand over the dragon bone destiny map, I can let you live."
Lin Fang sneered: "You can break my Feng Shui, and I can also cut off the root of your destiny."
He drew the Seven-Star Copper Sword from his sleeve and slashed at the center of the formation!
Su Li narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are indeed not an ordinary sorcerer... In this case - let's see who can break whose destiny!"
The wind swept away the clouds, and the battle of destiny began!