Yin-Yang Carpenter: A Record of Folk Ghost Stories

The longest road I ever walked was the set of tricks my master had up his sleeve.

When I first joined him, he told me he was just an ordinary carpenter.

Only later did I realize I’d been fooled.

What ordinary carpenter could sever the boundary between yin and yang, identify haunted houses, and read feng shui?

My master always said, “We have to believe in science. Don’t go sticking your nose into things.”

Then he’d turn around and enter a haunted house, muttering an exorcism spell with one hand and drawing a talisman with the other.

I stared in amazement, then casually plucked the yellow talisman off the little ghost’s forehead and wiped the sweat from my face with it.

That was close. The ghost almost got away.