My name is Chen Shan. I live in Hongqi Village, Liaoning, in Northeast China, where I help people find burial sites.
It sounds mysterious, but really, I just help people find places where the living can feel at ease and the dead can rest in peace. I have a little genuine skill; the rest comes down to sizing people up and telling them what they want to hear. I thought I'd spend my whole life in the village, growing old there. I'd find a grave for Old Wang's mother, pay to move a fiber-optic cable, help Liu the Mute deal with a weasel spirit demanding a title, and find the red handkerchief for a girl who'd been dead in a well for thirty years. Life went on like that, day by day, peaceful enough.
But in the fifth year after my grandfather died, he appeared in my dream, standing in the courtyard and pointing northeast. The next day, half a sheet of charred yellow paper appeared on the windowsill, bearing a single character: Shen.
There was something waiting for me in Shenyang.
On that trip, I met Constable Chang Yue, stumbled upon the haunted building on Yanfen Street, uncovered the dragon-subduing stakes the Japanese had left behind, and dug up an old debt from the Republican era. The Chen family has a twelve-character secret. My grandfather taught me the first five. The sixth, “prolong life,” has to be bought with a life.
Some things can't be avoided just because you want to. Some people are born to this line of work.
This book "The Weird Things in Northeast Feng Shui, During My Years as a Teacher" writes about the local folk customs and Feng Shui in Northeast China in an authentic and flavorful way. Scenes such as Huang Pizi's fight for a title, the grudge between the fox fairies, the feng shui of the cemetery, and the rules of the horse fairies, etc., Have the roughness and fireworks of the black earth. They do not deliberately show off their skills, but everything is like what the elders say is true. The protagonist walks through the streets and solves problems from the perspective of a gentleman. Taoist practices are intertwined with human calculations. Human emotions are hidden in the horror, and a sense of fate and causality are present throughout. The language is down-to-earth, the rhythm is steady, and it is full of suspense and local feeling. It is a very flavorful piece of Northeastern supernatural feng shui literature. The more you read, the more immersive it becomes. The deep mountains of the Northeast, the haunted houses of Laotun, the secrets of deserted villages, the psychics of old things... In this black land, there is no shortage of mystery and sadness hidden in the fireworks. As a Feng Shui master, I traveled from village to village, solved murderous situations, rescued ghosts, found corpses, and resolved grievances. I wrote the anecdotes I experienced personally in this book, "The Weird Things in Northeast Feng Shui, During My Years as a Master." There is no exaggeration of immortality, no brainless tricks, only authentic folk customs, hard-core Feng Shui, and step-by-step shocking investigation and salvation. The lathe chimes in the middle of the night, the ghost of the old factory lingers, the soul is locked in the darkest place, the old things channel their spirits over time... Each one comes from the folk, and each paragraph hides the human heart and obsession. I have seen the most ferocious evil spirits, and I have also seen the gentlest spirits; I have overcome the most dangerous situations, and also overcome great regrets. The text is not sensational, but it is full of emotions; it is not deliberately scary, but it is full of stamina, making you calmer and more profound as you read. This is not only a supernatural novel, but also an elegy to the old days of Northeast China. There is the coldness of the black earth, the weight of folk customs, the warmth and coldness of humanity, and the gentleness of old things. As you read into the depths, you will become nervous, heartbroken, and shed tears for those souls who have nowhere to rest, and for those justices buried by time. If you love Chinese supernatural beings, Northeastern folk customs, and stories with warmth and staying power, you must not miss this book. A lamp, an incense, and a compass will take you into the years when I was a teacher and see the world of Yin and Yang that is truly rooted in the black earth.
The most poignant thing in the book is the pyrotechnics and sense of fate in Northeastern folk customs: the legends of evil spirits in the white mountains and black waters are not simply horror and curiosity, but they hide the hearts of the local people, the retribution of good and evil, and the inheritance from generation to generation. Behind the strange things are human feelings, and the Feng Shui bureau is the way of the world. The more I read, the more I feel that those old rules and old rules are never superstition, but ordinary people's reverence for heaven and earth and their expectation for stability.
Authentic Northeastern Feng Shui, full of folk customs and atmosphere. The story is told from the perspective of a teacher, the secrets of yin and yang and Feng Shui. The story is down-to-earth and the characters are pyrotechnics. It is scary but not artificial, emotional but not sensational. The more you read, the more you become obsessed with it. It can be called a masterpiece of Northeastern supernatural Feng Shui.
The strange things between white mountains and black waters, a down-to-earth student life. It does not pretend to be gods and ghosts, but only talks about cause and effect in the world. It is rich in folk customs and full of atmosphere. Don't miss it if you like Northeastern supernatural Feng Shui.
I particularly like this kind of story that is rooted in the folk customs of the Northeast and solves the feng shui of ghost houses, hauntings, yellow skins seeking seals, and dancing gods in the black soil of the Northeast. It is a style of supernatural investigation!
The Northeast is full of flavor, its folk customs are authentic, and it's thrilling and exciting.