“Cousin, which feng shui master was consulted for the location of this house?”

“Our town only has the Li family who understands feng shui. It was Master Thompson who chose the site!” Michael Bolton replied.

“Master Thompson? I remember Old Master Thompson seemed to have passed away last year from a sudden heart attack!”

“It’s Old Master Thompson’s son, Master David Thompson!”

After hearing his cousin’s answer, Henry Foster nodded thoughtfully. Old Master Thompson had been consulting on feng shui for families in the town for half his life, so he shouldn’t have missed this kind of layout. If it was his son, then it’s understandable—he probably hasn’t mastered the skills yet.

“They say an incompetent doctor can harm people, but I didn’t expect that a mediocre feng shui master could be even more dangerous than a bad doctor!” Henry Foster muttered.

“Xiaoyu, what are you mumbling about?”

“Ah, nothing. Let’s go, cousin. Grandma and the others are probably inside. Let’s not keep them waiting.”

……

Henry Foster was rather favored by his grandfather’s side of the family. This was evident from the different treatment he and Michael Bolton received when they entered the new house, making Michael Bolton roll his eyes at him, as if to say, “See? You, the grandson-in-law, are more spoiled than me, the actual grandson!”

Among them, Henry Foster’s grandmother and third uncle were the most affectionate. Grandma held her grandson’s hand and wouldn’t let go, and third uncle stood by with a big smile, extremely satisfied with this smart and studious nephew. But when his gaze shifted to his own son Michael Bolton, his expression soured.

After finally escaping from his grandmother, Henry Foster went alone to the main hall of the new house, closed his eyes, and sensed something. After a while, his face darkened.

“Funeral Wind Sha—loss of wealth and family. I’m afraid something will happen to second uncle’s family within a few years of moving in.”

Henry Foster had already sensed from outside that the location of this house was extremely bad, very much like the Funeral Wind Sha described in the Zhuge Internal Classic. Now, standing inside and experiencing the eight trigrams positions himself, he could be one hundred percent sure that this was indeed the Funeral Wind Sha.

Funeral Wind Sha is an extremely vicious form of sha energy. According to the Zhuge Internal Classic: if a house is afflicted by Funeral Wind Sha, the owner will inevitably suffer from poor health, loss of wealth, and, with long-term residence, the family will be plagued by misfortune and even bloodshed.

“Since I’ve come across this, I can’t let second uncle’s family suffer from the harm of this Funeral Wind Sha!”

Henry Foster recalled the methods for dispelling sha energy from the Zhuge Internal Classic. According to the text, there are many ways to resolve sha, but they can be summarized into three types: Suppression, Dissolution, and Alteration.

Suppression: This often uses special stones, peach wood, weapons, talismans, etc., to forcibly change the energy field. However, this method is rather forceful and only suppresses the sha. Over time, the sha will become more concentrated and eventually resurge.

Dissolution: Usually involves placing a carved Taiji diagram or other formations underground to dissolve the sha. The Taiji diagram, in particular, has the power to absorb all negative sha energy, and “its greatness has no outside, its smallness has no inside.”

Alteration: As the name suggests, it means changing the surrounding environment to eliminate the source of the sha at its root. However, this method is only suitable for small buildings; otherwise, the cost is too high.

The third uncle’s new house was already built, so Dissolution was no longer suitable. And since tomorrow was the auspicious day for moving in, there was no time to break ground and make major changes. Henry Foster could only think of a way to suppress the sha for now and slowly dissolve it later.

“Cousin, I need your help with something!”

To suppress the sha, Henry Foster naturally needed some tools. He went straight to his cousin Michael Bolton and said:

“I need a wolf-hair brush and cinnabar right now!”

The tools for suppressing sha aren’t just any weapon or peach wood; they must be consecrated. Henry Foster couldn’t find such items on short notice, so he had to use another tool: talismans.

But truly effective talismans are different from those drawn by so-called modern Taoists. Real talismans must be drawn with a wolf-hair brush, which itself has the power to dispel sha, and the talisman’s design is not like those drawn by today’s Taoists.

“What do you need those for?” Michael Bolton asked in confusion.

“Just get them for me first. I’ll explain later!”

Henry Foster didn’t have time to explain. Although the Zhuge Internal Classic described how to draw talismans, this was his first time doing it. Drawing talismans requires a single, continuous stroke, and he hadn’t even memorized the design for suppressing sha yet.

Wolf-hair brushes aren’t easy to find these days, but Michael Bolton finally borrowed one from an old gentleman. With the wolf-hair brush, cinnabar, and yellow talisman paper all ready, Henry Foster kicked him out of the room, ignoring his cousin’s shouts outside about being ungrateful and burning bridges after crossing the river.

The room Henry Foster was in was a rough, unfinished room where second uncle would stay in the new house. Other than a bed and a table, it was clean and tidy.

Before drawing a talisman, one must first wash their hands, then silently pay respects to the Mysterious Lady of the Nine Heavens, the ancestor of feng shui.

After completing these rituals, Henry Foster spread out the yellow talisman paper on the table, dipped the wolf-hair brush in cinnabar, visualized the talisman’s design in his mind, lifted the brush, and began to draw with dragon-like strokes.

“Ah! I made several mistakes.”

Henry Foster put down the brush, looked at the talisman he had drawn on the table, compared it to the one in his mind, and shook his head. It seemed that drawing talismans was not such a simple task.

Holding his breath and focusing, Henry Foster didn’t get discouraged. He replaced the yellow talisman paper and started drawing again.