Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ah? The Feng Shui master stopped outside the clinic. He walked around it three times with interest.
“Fantastic. It is really fantastic,” he sighed.
“What do you say?” the villager asked.
“The house is really good,” the Feng Shui master said.
“Good? How do you know?” the villager asked.
“The location is very good since it is nestled under a mountain and near a river, embellishing the boundless plain in front of the door,” the Feng Shui master said. “It’s construction is also very good. It is the style of garden architecture in the south harmonized with Qi.”
The Feng Shui master was quite impressed. “May I go in to have a look?”
“Hm… I need to ask that.” The villager following him knocked and went into the clinic.
Wang Yao was reading a medical book. When seeing Zhang Beijing come in, he hurriedly stood up. “Uncle.”
“Are you busy, Xiao Yao?” Zhang Beijing asked.
“Not really,” Wang Yao replied. “What’s up?”
“An, the thing is that…” He told him about the visitor outside.
“A Feng Shui master wants to come in to have a look?” Wang Yao was amazed. He never thought such thing would happen to him.
“Yeah, but it is not necessary if it is not convenient,” Zhang Beijing said.
“It’s fine. Nothing is inconvenient,” Wang Yao said. “Please sent him in.”
When the Feng Shui master came in, his eyes lit up. He took a good look at everything inside. “It’s marvelous, so marvelous!”
Ah? As he looked around, he was shocked to see Wang Yao. He whispered to himself, “How is that?” He stared at Wang Yao as if he was bewitched. “How, how old are you?”
“I’m 27 in nominal age,” Wang Yao said.
“It’s so odd,” the Feng Shui master replied.
“What’s odd?” Wang Yao asked.
“I have never, to my knowledge, set eyes on the physiognomy like you,” the Feng Shui master said.
“Is it not good?” Wang Yao asked with a smile.
“Yes, it’s very good. Your physiognomy is comely and peculiar, like a god,” the Feng Shui master said.
“What kind of god do you mean?” Wang Yao asked.
“A god is a supernatural being living in the sky.” The explanation from the Feng Shui master was comprehensible
“I’m flattered,” Wang Yao said.
“Sorry to have disturbed you,” the Feng Shui master said.
“Not at all,” Wang Yao said.
The Feng Shui master left after having a look at the yard and asking some questions. He came, looked, spoke something, and went away.
Zhang Beijing, who was accompanying the Feng Shui master, was confused. He had no idea what the master was saying. “Master, do you know anthroposophy?”
“Just a little,” the Feng Shui master said with a laugh. He seemed to be really happy.
“Then, what do you think about my physiognomy?” Zhang Beijing asked.
“You. It’s not bad,” the Feng Shui master replied.
“Is that all?” Zhang Beijing asked
“What else do you want to know?” the Feng Shui master asked.
“To be more specific, And, I will pay for that.” Zhang Beijing hurriedly took out money from his pocket.
“What do you want to know?” The Feng Shui master did not hurry to take the money.
“Please tell me all,” Zhang Beijing said.
“I cannot do that. You can choose one from marriage, wealth, health, and family. What’s more, fortune telling is not a good thing,” the Feng Shui master said. “The more frequently you seek fortune telling, the poorer your fate will be.”
“Then, what do you think about my wealth?” Zhang Beijing asked.
“You will not be wealthy for your whole life.” The Feng Shui master was direct.
“What?” His one sentence struck Zhang Beijing seriously.
“What’s what? It is not necessarily good to be wealthy or bad to have no money,” the Feng Shui master said. “You look very happy now in my view. Hasn’t your son passed the entry examination of a university?”
“Yeah, you even guessed that,” Zhang Beijing replied.
The Feng Shui master laughed.
“Come on, let’s go onto the mountain,” Zhang Beijing said.
They quickly went onto the east of the mountain. The Feng Shui master became serious. A graveyard was a very particular part in Feng Shui theory. It was related to the destiny of the offspring of the person buried inside. Choosing the right place for a cemetery was not easy.
The Feng Shui master wandered around the mountain. He told Zhang Beijing the places he picked up something.
Huh? On the mountain, he saw Nanshan Hill. It was a patch of dark green and appeared to be very distinct in the bleak wild.
“The woods?” he asked.
“They were planted by the young man you just met,” Zhang Beijing said.
“Ah, no wonder,” the Feng Shui master replied.
After choosing the location of the cemetery, he was invited to have a meal and given part of the remuneration.
“Master, do you mean that the village is not proper to live in?” The villagers had been scared by his words at the entry of the village. There would be more people dying in the village? How many? And, who? Would it be themselves?
“Yes, it is not proper for you to live in,” the Feng Shui master said.
“Can you resolve it?” a villager asked.
“I have no way,” the Feng Shui master said as he lowered his head to take a sip of wine. “In fact, it’s not bad to move out. I wandered around nearby and saw there were only few youngsters in the village, right?”
“Yes, the youngsters are all unwilling to come back,” a villager said.
“It’s not good to be lethargic with no vigor and vitality,” the Feng Shui master said.
Youngsters represented lively vigor and vitality, like the rising sun. The old naturally represented lethargy, like the setting sun. It was the natural rule to be born, turn old, suffer from diseases, and die.
“What can I do when I go out?” They really took the master’s words into consideration.
They asked the Feng Shui master to tell their children’s fortunes, as well as about the elders and their wealth. It was very accurate, which amazed them. Generally, a fortune teller could guess a past accurately. As for your future, it was not very precise. Were there truly any masters? Yes, but only a few.
The Feng Shui master left after the meal, but he did not leave the village. Instead he went to Wang Yao’s clinic and approached the door to knock.
“Please come in.” A clear voice came out from inside.
The Feng Shui master’s hand stopped when it was raised up in the air before it fell onto the door. Then, he pushed in the door. “Hello, Dr. Wang.”
“Hello, what’s up?” Wang Yao asked.
“Please let me introduce myself. My name is Miao Sanding.”
“Hello, Mr. Miao. I’m Wang Yao.”
“Can you tell me who your teacher is?” Miao Sanding asked.
“My teacher?” Wang Yao stopped for a minute. “It is from the sky.” He laughed and pointed to the top of the head.
Miao Sanding was confounded a moment and then laughed. “Can you tell me is there a Feng Shui tactic deployed in the yard?”
“Maybe,” Wang Yao said. “Do you know it?”
“Yes, it seemed simple. But, in fact, it’s peculiar and marvelous,” Miao Sanding said with praise.
He had talked about it more than once, but he never thought he would see it here, in a small yard. “Is there the subtle and marvelous tactic on the Nanshan Hill?”
“You also saw that.” Wang Yao squinted.
“Certainly, the nimbus there is rich and strong, almost beyond the imagination,” Miao Sanding said with a sigh.
People like him were not really into money or beauty. They knew the rules of what they could own and what they could not in their destiny. So, they were often fond of Feng Shui or something like that.
“There is tactic,” Wang Yao said.
“May I have a look?” Miao Sanding asked
“Sure!” Wang Yao laughed hearing his words. “Go ahead.”
“Thanks!” Miao Sanding solemnly expressed his appreciation to Wang Yao.
They closed the door and went toward Nanshan Hill along the mountainous roads.
“Mr. Miao, May I asked you a question?” Wang Yao asked.
“Yes, please go ahead,” Miao Sanding replied.
“How do you know the Qi activity in the yard and the nimbus on Nanshan just by watching? Is it real what they say that there is watching Qi in Feng Shui theory?”
“Yes, there is. It’s fundamental and pivotal. It is also the secret kept in schools,” Miao Sanding said.
“Which school are you from?” Wang Yao asked.
“I learned from many, like Yang Gong school and San He school,” Miao Sanding replied.
“Ah, what does the nimbus look like in your eyes?” Wang Yao asked.
Miao Sanding stopped his steps and looked at Wang Yao. “Couldn’t you see that?”
“To be frank, I feel it. I don’t see it,” Wang Yao said.
He could feel the subtle changes of Qi between the heaven and earth.
“How can I describe that?” Miao Sanding thought awhile. “Qi is colorful in my view.”
“Colorful? Can you ensure it’s not your illusion?” Wang Yao asked.
“Of course I can,” Miao Sanding said. “Have you read the Feast at Hong Gate?”
“Yes,” Wang Yao said.
“Fan Zeng asked others to watch Liu Bang’s Qi. It was like a dragon and tiger, which was owned by emperor,” Miao Sanding said.
Wang Yao laughed hearing his words. “It was partly overstated.”
“You naturally would not trust me because you never saw it,” Miao Sanding said.
“Have you seen it, the dragon or tiger shaped Qi?” Wang Yao asked.
“Not really, but I saw colorful Qi,” Miao Sanding replied.
“Really?” Wang Yao was surprised.
“Yes, it’s in this village,” Miao Sanding said.
“Where?” Wang Yao asked.
“In the west of the mountain, there is black and gray Qi, which is the death Qi!” Miao Sanding pointed to the western slope. “On Nanshan Hill there seems to be colorful Qi, but it’s mainly based on green Qi.”
“Ah, colorful Qi. Is it owned by the emperor?” Wang Yao asked.
“Not really,” Miao Sanding said with a smile. “Green Qi shows vigor and vitality. It’s also nimbus.”
“It sounds fantastic, like in the novels or films,” Wang Yao said.
