Old Preacher smiled upon hearing this, gently stroking his beard, and said, “The child was frightened, and one of his three souls and one of his seven spirits were scared away. Plus, the yin energy here is too strong, that’s why he’s like this. But it’s nothing serious.”

　　“Immortal, I beg you, please save my child!”

　　Hearing Old Preacher’s words, the boy’s mother couldn’t hold back anymore. Hugging her child, she was about to kneel to the ground, but Old Preacher quickly supported her with one hand.

　　“That won’t do, that won’t do. I’ll do my best.”

　　Glancing at the crying baby, Old Preacher reached out and took him into his arms, then said to the child’s mother, “Go to the front and back of the house and call out the child’s name…”

　　“Call his name?” The child’s mother was taken aback, not understanding what the immortal meant.

　　“Hey, hey, sister-in-law, quick, listen to the master and go call him.” Hearing Old Preacher’s words, Mr. Miller hurriedly gave his sister-in-law a push.

　　In the countryside, there’s a custom called “calling the soul,” and in some places it’s called “calling the frightened” or “calling the spirit.” The woman hadn’t heard of it, but Mr. Miller knew about it, so he believed Old Preacher’s words without a doubt.

　　“Good child, don’t cry, soul, come back…”

　　As soon as the woman’s voice rang out, Old Preacher held the child in his left arm, stretched out his right hand, and made a show of grabbing at the air, then gently stroked the child’s chest and back.

　　“There, there, don’t cry, don’t cry…”

　　It was as if Old Preacher had really caught the child’s soul and brought it back. The baby, who had been wailing nonstop, suddenly stopped crying, opened his big tear-filled eyes, and looked at Old Preacher curiously.

　　This immediate effect left Mr. Miller both shocked and overjoyed. His second brother was already gone; the Miao family’s only bloodline couldn’t afford another mishap.

　　“Master, oh, no, immortal, please come inside, please, come inside…”

　　If he’d had doubts about these two Taoists before, now Mr. Miller truly regarded Old Preacher as a living immortal.

　　“Immortal, my ass. Old fraud is more like it…”

　　Following beside Old Preacher, William Clark almost burst out laughing when he heard Mr. Miller’s words. Frightened and lost a soul and a spirit? That’s all nonsense.

　　This child’s pale face, lack of energy, and cold, limp limbs were all symptoms of “yin syndrome” in traditional Chinese medicine. The main reason was that the child had stayed too long in a place with excessive yin energy, causing the yin energy in his body to stagnate.

　　As the saying goes, “pure yin cannot give birth, pure yang cannot grow.” Not just children—even weak adults who stay in cold, damp places for too long will have an imbalance of yin and yang in their bodies and get sick. It has nothing at all to do with souls or spirits.

　　As for why the child suddenly stopped crying, that was, of course, thanks to Old Preacher.

　　William Clark knew that besides his skills in feng shui and physiognomy, the old man was also highly accomplished in traditional Chinese medicine. Plus, he’d spent his life cultivating the Ma Yi school’s qi-guiding techniques, specializing in gentle qi. Helping a child regulate his breath was a piece of cake for him.

　　But all this seemed unremarkable to William Clark. In Mr. Miller’s eyes, though, it was nothing short of miraculous. After inviting the two into the main room, he hurried to serve tea, probably more attentive than he’d ever been even when his own father was alive.

　　After pouring tea for Old Preacher and William Clark, Mr. Miller spoke up: “Immortal, ever since my brother and I started working in transportation, life’s been getting better and better. But I don’t know why, lately there’s been one disaster after another. Please, show us a way out.”

　　This time, his second brother’s car accident not only took his life but also destroyed the vehicle. There’s no such thing as insurance these days, so the Miao family had to bear all the losses.

　　Although they’d made some money in the past two years, after paying for repairs and compensating the cargo owner, Mr. Miller was feeling the pinch. So Old Preacher’s words just now were like a beacon of hope to him.

　　“Donor Miao, don’t worry. Let me take a look at the feng shui of your house…”

　　Hearing Mr. Miller’s words, Old Preacher reached into the wide sleeve of his Taoist robe and pulled out an object, holding it flat in both hands as he stood up and began to walk around the room.

　　“A compass?”

　　Seeing what was in Old Preacher’s hand, William Clark’s eyes lit up. The tortoiseshell that had appeared in his mind twice today looked almost exactly like this thing!

　　“Could it be… that strange thing in my mind is actually a compass?”

　　A hint of realization dawned on William Clark, but no matter how hard he tried to summon the tortoiseshell to compare it with Old Preacher’s compass, his mind remained blank.

　　Seeing his master walk out of the house with the compass, William Clark didn’t have time to ponder further and quickly followed.

　　When they reached the back of the building, Old Preacher stopped, pointed at the two ponds about seven or eight meters away, and asked, “Donor Miao, these ponds behind the yard—were they just dug recently?”

　　Although this was the largest town around Maoshan, it was still rural, surrounded by farmland. The two ponds weren’t particularly noticeable.

　　“Yes, yes. I once delivered goods to the south, where aquaculture is very developed, so I dug these two fish ponds myself. It was just a month ago…”

　　Mr. Miller nodded repeatedly, then asked in confusion, “Immortal, could it be… these two fish ponds are the cause of our troubles?”