Notes of a Yin House Feng Shui Master

Many years later, as I drove that second-hand off-road vehicle with a rattling chassis along the winding mountain roads of Yunnan, Guizhou, and Sichuan, I would always think back to the days right after my master left. Back then, I was just a low-level wage earner who hesitated even to order a pig trotter rice bowl just to pay the rent. My master taught me that feng shui is essentially ancient environmental psychology. So-called 'childless land' is just a place where underground rivers contain high concentrations of toxic gases; so-called 'evil spirit possession' is just a trick where someone uses bamboo pipes to blow air and create infrasound. The most poisonous thing in this world is never an unlucky place, but the greed, anger, and ignorance of the living. Until that midnight, when someone held a knife to my throat and forced me to drive in a soul-fixing nail, my girlfriend of three years called to break up with me, and in the crack of a coffin, I touched the jade pendant my master had clutched before he died... My name is Chen Jiu, a folk feng shui master wearing a windbreaker and carrying a voice recorder. I don't believe in ghosts or gods; I only believe in science and the rule of law. Whoever pretends to be a ghost, I'll use modern technology to teach them a lesson and legally send them to jail!