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FengShui Ghost Story


FengShui Ghost Story

FengShui Ghost Story

Let me tell a story. It is a short story about feng shui, ghosts and gods.
Feng Shui has always been associated some way or other with the supernatural and strange wise beings. We have the legend of Fu Xi who gave us the River Map. We also have Huang Shi Gong who taught, among other things, the Green Satchels to Zhang Liang. Huang Shi Gong was also said to have used Feng Shui to bury Liu Bang’s parents (it wasn’t called Fengshui then but Kan Yu). Liu Bang went on to found the Han Dynasty.
Huang Shi Gong was a sorcerer, a magician, a man who knows the Dao. Some say he is divine, a god. Nonetheless, such is the mystical side of Feng Shui. It is a zone where no science can reach nor decipher. At least not yet.
Our story now begins. It is a story I heard.
Old Master Wang was getting on in age and had taken a reprieve from all the Feng Shui requests. Looking for auspicious sites requires the energy of youth. Though still fit for his age, steep slopes are becoming a challenge. Three steps one stop, five steps one rest – that’s how it is. But this morning’s phone call had a certain urgency about it.
Madam Li had somehow found him out and wanted him urgently. Tried as he could, she would not be dissuaded. Old Master Wang is a gentleman and it would be unchivalrous to turn a request down, especially one that seemed urgent. So he agreed. Madam Li would be over within the hour to fetch him. “There goes my lazy morning,” he thought to himself.
Madam was five minutes early. In the car, she told him exactly what had happened. Apparently her father had passed on three months ago. Shortly after the funeral, her father appeared in her dream and said that he was not buried right. His grave had bad fengshui. He was uneasy and asked that she looked for another site. “The site is at Moon Village,” he told her. Moon Village is a neigbouring village about eighty kilometers away.
She had brush it aside then as she had not much faith in Feng Shui, being educated in the new ways. But strangely, her brother had the same dream too. The dead man told him that it had to be urgently carried out. Right away, if not, the family will suffer.
Now, it is not normal Chinese practice to re-entomb the dead so shortly after. A good time would be three years so the brother thought nothing more of it. That was until he suddenly suffered a huge loss in his export-import business. There was some war or something in the Middle East and his shipment was somehow hijacked or lost without trace. This poor man suffered a huge loss. Insurance would not pay.
The dead father had reappeared to him just a few days ago. By chance Madam Li had heard that Old Master Wang was familiar with Moon Village. That was why she identified him, believing he would be the right man for the job. They needed a reliable FengShui master good with identifying Xue, the dragon’s lair.
Now Old Master Wang was scratching his head. He had scoured quite a fair bit of the hills and plains of the Moon Village. There were potential plots with possibilities of good feng shui but how on earth (or the otherworld) did the dead man know that there is a good plot in Moon Village. Madam Li had received quite specified instructions on location and features and they were headed there now.
Now, at his point the story got a little technical, talking about Feng Shui formations and what not. To cut a long story short (I promised a short story) Old Master Wang eventually found the site. Hopefully that would please the dead man, ghost whatever. At one point he did have to go down on all fours though. It was not the perfect site but okay okay.
The story gets stranger. The old ghost came back to Madam Li and said that was the site he meant. Excitedly, she called Old Master Wang and told him the good news. In the course of the conversation, she mentioned that her third brother, who lived in another town, knew of a local temple where the resident god is famous for giving Feng Shui advice. Old Master Wang was amused. “Why not ask your third brother to check with the ‘Three Yellow God’ there?” he suggested in jest.
Old Master Wang thought that was the end of the matter. On the day of the re-entombment, the third brother had this story to tell. He had indeed gone to the temple for a second opinion. Without asking for further details other than the locality, the ‘Three Yellow God’ gave the exact description (that’s what the third brother said) of the site. Fortunately, the god also mentioned that the site was a super fantastic one but it had good fengshui. Said it was a ‘green dragon lair’.
Strange isn’t it that gods and ghosts know feng shui too? But there is still one interesting part to our story. On digging up the first grave, the undertakers discovered that there were other bone fragments under the coffin. Ah, the poor man had been buried over another dead soul. Now, that is terribly inauspicious. No wonder the dead father was so agitated and wanted to be moved out immediately.
-the end, for now-

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