This is a true story from my life.
My master led me to the gates of destiny, helping me shatter the shackles of fate and reclaim my freedom in life—both spiritually and materially.
Now, I will share what my master taught me, holding nothing back.
This is a book that reveals the secrets of the heavens. "The Great Dao is simple; it is nothing more than Yin and Yang." I firmly believe that everyone can grasp its true meaning and live a life of freedom, especially spiritual freedom.
[If you're just here for the practical knowledge, you can skip to Chapter 45 after reading Chapter 1. The first 44 chapters are a bit slow-paced.]
[This is a non-fiction novel about Feng Shui that you can practice and verify. It uses science to explain metaphysics, and records the real-life ups and downs of many people. I've put more knowledge in the extras. Please recommend it to your friends who might like it.]
When I was born, a Taoist priest prophesied that I had a deep connection with the immortal path and was destined to become a respected figure among monks and priests.
"A life of fortune and prosperity is arranged, yet he will be but a wealthy man in the mortal world."
He gave me the name: Sanhe.
Yang qi, Yin qi, and the qi of Heaven, the three combining to form a whole.
And then, it seemed, that was it.
I was no different from anyone else. I followed the conventional path: school, graduation, work.
.........
One day, I was strolling home from work, bored out of my mind. I kicked a small stone on the roadside, my heart filled with doubt and confusion.
I once had grand ambitions, dreaming of leaving my mark on history. But reality had made me wonder if I was destined to live a mediocre life.
If I couldn't even make a beautiful ripple in the waters of life, what was the point of it all?!
"Benefactor, please wait!" a resonant voice interrupted my thoughts. I snapped back to reality.
Although I didn't think he was calling me, curiosity got the better of me. I stopped and looked around.
I saw an old man in a long blue robe, smiling at me.
He was slender and had a kind face, giving off an air that was both friendly and mysterious.
"Me?" I asked, a little unsure.
Looking around, there was indeed no one else nearby, only a few figures hurrying along in the distance.
"Yes. Benefactor, you are deeply blessed. Our meeting is fate. I have a word of advice for you."
"Fortune... telling?" I asked doubtfully.
The old man's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. "The term 'fortune-telling' is a bit crude, but you can think of it that way for now."
I gave a polite smile and said, "Sorry, I don't believe in that stuff."
With that, I lifted my foot, ready to turn and leave.
"Benefactor, wait! It is precisely because you don't believe that I must give you this advice."
"What do you mean?"
Are you trying to convert a straight-laced, STEM-oriented guy like me? Forcing the issue?
That, however, piqued my curiosity. I wanted to see what tricks he had up his sleeve.
"You may be a university graduate, but you're currently unfulfilled and frustrated. The grand path that belongs to you is right before your eyes, yet you fail to see it."
"Tch. The streets are full of university graduates. How many of them are actually successful? Stop with the clichés. Let's see if you can tell me something else," I scoffed.
The old man was unbothered. "You graduated from a C9 League University and are now a teacher. Although you were just named an outstanding employee, I'm afraid you won't be at this job for much longer."
"...!"
That shut me right up! There are thousands of universities, and the probability of him guessing C9 wasn't high.
And he even knew I was just named an outstanding employee?
Although I didn't want to believe he had predicted it, I couldn't help but feel a jolt of shock.
I laughed awkwardly. "You certainly keep up with the times, even knowing about the C9 League. But even if you guessed right, it's useless. I'm a pragmatic materialist. Fortune-telling is just feudal superstition. It's not scientific."
The old man wasn't annoyed. He stroked his smooth chin and said cryptically, "Marx said: The only science is the science of history. Nothing else is scientific."
"...!!"
A fortune-teller was quoting Marx at me?! This was just too surreal!
My brain short-circuited. After a long pause, I asked indignantly, "Setting other things aside, medicine is scientific, right?"
Lao Dao asked coolly, "After a tumor is removed, can a doctor be certain whether it will spread or recur?"
Before I could answer, he continued on his own, "Science requires repeatable verification and definitive results to be called science. In many cases, medicine does not possess these characteristics. Strictly speaking, it is not scientific. Go look it up—how many centenarians are doctors? Doctors don't even live as long as old folks in the countryside. Is that scientific?"
"You...?!!"
I was speechless again.
Deep down, I found it hard to agree with these views. But logically, they felt irrefutable.
He went on, "Medicine isn't even as scientific as Feng Shui.
"Feng Shui is just wind and water. The flow of air creates wind, and wind determines temperature.
"Water is the source of life, and water determines humidity.
"Whether it's the Earth or the human body, water makes up more than 70% of it.
"Suitable temperature and humidity—in other words, wind and water—are the conditions for all life to exist.
"*That* is more scientific!"
Feng Shui could be explained like that?!
I'd heard before that Tsinghua University had a program in architectural Feng Shui, and that Feng Shui was considered a part of geography and landscape architecture.
Feng Shui itself has a certain scientific basis. However, it's easily exploited by people with ill intentions for superstitious activities, turning it into a tool for deception.
When a knife is used to kill, it's not the knife's fault.
I didn't really have any aversion or prejudice against Feng Shui. It has existed for thousands of years, so it must have its value.
But Lao Dao explaining it as temperature and humidity—the conditions for all life—and claiming it was more scientific than medicine was something I had never expected.
And yet, it seemed impossible to refute.
I swallowed hard, stiffened my neck, and said stubbornly, "Well, physics has to be a science, right?"
Lao Dao shot me a disdainful look. "Famous physicists like Newton, Einstein, and China's own Qian Xuesen and Yang Zhenning all studied metaphysics in their later years. Between metaphysics and physics, which would you say is more scientific?"
"..."
I felt like my intelligence was being pinned to the ground and ruthlessly trampled.
Lao Dao paid me no more mind. He just tossed out a cryptic sentence I couldn't make sense of: "You'd best go up before you go down. South Up North Down."
With that, he turned and left. Just like that, he was gone, without taking a single cloud with him.
Leaving me standing there, a complete mess in the wind.
Huh? Why didn't he mention anything about money for the fortune-telling?
Could it be he really just came to give me that one piece of advice?
What did that sentence mean?
I couldn't resist the urge to chase after him and ask, but when I looked up, he was nowhere to be found...
I stood there dazed for a long time, unable to figure out what had just happened.
My mind felt like it was overgrown with weeds.
I was already confused, and this chance encounter with Lao Dao had only muddled things further.
I work as a teacher at a school. Life is stable, but I always feel like something is missing.
There's no dissatisfaction, but there's no passion either.
Being a teacher is a profession many people envy—it's stable, the pay is good, and it's respectable.
But the thought of spending my whole life like a broken record, repeating the same content over and over, filled me with a sense of unwillingness.
Those grand ambitions of my past often echoed in my mind, making me feel even more discontent.
Lao Dao said my grand path was right in front of me, but I failed to see it.
Is there really such a path?
I couldn't be sure, but who could resist the charm of such pleasant words?
I'd rather believe it's true!
I rubbed my palms together, ready for action. I'll ascend to the Nine Heavens to grasp the moon!
I'll roll up my sleeves and plunge into the Five Oceans to catch turtles
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