Raising little ghosts, inviting fox spirits, changing names to alter fate, and consulting masters to determine one's future.
The entertainment industry is a glamorous world filled with handsome men and beautiful women, but beneath the surface lies a core of feudal superstition.
Why is it like this?
It's because the entertainment industry believes in one saying: "A little fame depends on promotion, great fame depends on destiny."
My name is Feng Shisan, and I am a feng shui agent. My main clients are celebrities in the entertainment industry.
When I first entered the field, the profession of feng shui agent had not yet risen to prominence. Unlike now, where renowned feng shui agents span the fields of metaphysical consulting, resource integration, and crisis management, providing fortune navigation services for celebrities and capital through geomancy and destiny planning.
Nowadays, top-tier feng shui agents in the industry collaborate with artists based on a percentage of the artist's annual income, typically taking a 1.5% cut.
A certain '95 flower' pays over six million annually for this.
Some film projects require at least two million just for location selection.
The reason I got into this line of work is simple: they pay too much.
I come from a family of Daoist doctors, specializing in treating yin conditions.
Here, treating yin doesn't mean exorcising ghosts or demons, but rather helping those who work in the yin sector to adjust their health.
What is the yin sector?
In the metaphysical world, activities like corpse retrieval, spirit walking, and spirit mediumship, which involve cross-disciplinary services in spiritualism and feng shui, are called the yin sector.
Those who work in the yin sector generally have poor health, and my family excels at helping them adjust their health.
Therefore, I have a vast network of contacts, which forms the foundation of my work as a feng shui agent.
The first job I took related to the entertainment industry was introduced by Da Cheng.
Da Cheng is from the Northeast, just like me.
He visited my family's traditional Chinese medicine clinic when he was a child, and since we are of similar age, we have maintained contact.
Da Cheng contacted me at one in the morning, saying that his boss's party had a problem.
Who is Da Cheng's boss?
His boss is Mr. Yang, the first-generation internet godfather.
When Mr. Yang rose to fame, Jack Feng, who would later be known as "Wind Daddy," could only sit in the second row.
When I received the call, I drove my second-hand Santana straight to Jinghu Building.
At that time, Da Cheng had not yet produced the comedy that made him famous across the internet, nor was he jokingly called the "Bathhouse Brother." He was just a producer and host of a program on Jinghu Video.
When I arrived at Jinghu Building, Da Cheng had been waiting for me at the entrance for a while.
"What happened?"
After getting out of the car, I followed Da Cheng inside and asked.
"While the party was in full swing, a model got possessed, seemingly because of a Buddha amulet!"
As we walked, Da Cheng explained the situation.
He said Mr. Yang often organized parties, and he helped to liven up the atmosphere. In simple terms, he was there to serve the event.
Today, a friend of Mr. Yang came over, and Mr. Yang selected a few models from Kongmei Network to entertain them.
What is Kongmei Network?
According to its founder, Kongmei Network is an online platform dedicated to promoting culture and art. In reality, it's an online version of Tianshang Renjian.
A quick look at will leave you more fulfilled.
Many female stars have worked as models on Kongmei, but I won't name them here. You can search online for more information.
Mr. Yang's friend is a boss from He Dong, who said that ordinary entertainment was boring. Recently, unlimited fighting has become popular over there.
Mr. Yang got interested upon hearing this and temporarily set up a ring with money, organizing an unlimited fight among six models. The winner would receive a 200,000 bonus.
The losers would get medical expenses, 50,000 each, and naturally, everyone agreed.
During the fight, a model named Little Ran had her clothes torn, and an accessory she wore around her waist was pulled off and trampled on.
Throughout this, Little Ran kept shouting that it was a Buddha amulet and not to step on it.
Everyone was focused on the 200,000 prize, so no one listened, and then something happened.
"Brother Feng, Mr. Yang is also here. When we go up, can we go along with what Mr. Yang says?"
After briefly explaining the situation, Da Cheng added this.
"Mr. Yang didn't leave?" I was a bit surprised.
Generally, in such sudden situations, the higher-ups would leave first, leaving the matter to their subordinates to handle and take the blame. Why didn't Mr. Yang leave?
"Brother Feng, when the model started acting strange, I immediately told Mr. Yang that it seemed like possession. Mr. Yang wasn't scared; instead, he got interested. He said he'd never seen this before and wanted to study it!"
Da Cheng explained.
"Study it?" I was even more surprised.
Da Cheng hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Feng, let me put it this way: Mr. Yang has experienced night after night of revelry for years. He's seen and done everything. Money and women don't excite him much anymore!"
"I see!"
With that explanation, I understood. It was just that he had indulged in sensory pleasures so much that he had entered a period of boredom.
As we spoke, we reached the top floor. Before the elevator doors opened, Da Cheng clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture.
"Don't worry, Mr. Yang is the money man. I'm not that foolish!"
I said with a smile.
As I stepped out of the elevator, I immediately saw Mr. Yang.
Mr. Yang didn't have the demeanor of a CEO at all. He was half-squatting on the ground, curiously watching a scantily clad woman about four meters away.
The woman was lying face-up, supporting herself with her hands and feet, arching her body into a bridge pose, a move known as the wheel pose in yoga.
What was peculiar was that the woman's waist and abdomen were sunken as if someone were sitting on her.
The woman's expression was also unusual. She wasn't in a trance-like state typical of possession; her expression was one of extreme pain, but her mouth seemed sealed by something, preventing her from speaking.
"Mr. Yang, Mr. Li, this is the Feng Shisan, Mr. Feng, I mentioned!"
As I was observing the woman, Da Cheng scurried around her like a lackey and introduced me.
"Can you handle it?"
Mr. Yang didn't bother with pleasantries. After sizing me up, he gestured towards the woman with his mouth, his eyes filled with skepticism.
"Let's give it a try!"
I replied nonchalantly, pulling out a palm-sized porcelain bottle. I opened it, poured out a drop of transparent liquid, rubbed it on my hands, closed my eyes, and gently massaged my eyelids.
When I removed my hands and looked at the woman again, I saw a "person" shrouded in black mist sitting on her waist and abdomen.
Considering what Da Cheng had said about the Buddha amulet, this "person" was likely the spirit residing in the amulet.
Seeing this, I felt more confident.
Mr. Yang leaned in and curiously asked, "What did you apply?"
"Ghost Eye Paste, used to open the heavenly eyes. Once applied, it allows you to see things that ordinary people can't!" I explained.
Ghost Eye Paste is actually a type of ritual water made by mixing cow tears and dew collected during the early morning hours of Qingming in a specific ratio.
"Want to try some?"
After explaining, I asked with a half-smile.
"Can you really see those things?" Mr. Yang was increasingly curious.
"Try it, and you'll find out!" I replied with a smile.
"Give me some!"
Mr. Yang's eyes were filled with curiosity about new things. Without any hesitation, he nodded and asked the person behind him, "Old Li, do you want to try some too?"
"I'll pass!"
Mr. Li, referred to as Old Li, waved his hand, looking as if he wanted no part of it.
At that moment, I didn't know that this Mr. Li was actually the uncle of the young master Li, who inherited the family business in his twenties and was named the richest man in He Dong.