Yin Yang Rogue

  Since the last thing passed, I have found several jobs, but none of them are suitable. I often miss the time when I followed my master to practice in Zhongnan Mountain. In these five years, I learned a lot and helped people with my master to dispel disasters, bind evil spirits, and eliminate evil. However, more than two months ago, my master's sudden departure made me realize that the five-year period had come to an end. I should also go down the mountain to fulfill my own destiny.

  The master said that the enlightenment cultivated in the deep mountains and temples is different from the Taoist heart cultivated in the red dust of the world. After calculating the position, I chose to come to Beijing City.

  But when I arrived in Beijing, my skills of driving out evil spirits were useless. What's even more frustrating is that now even eating has become a problem. The little money I had was all spent on renting a house. Last time I helped Liu Wanwan with a long trip, I also spent some money, but it was all for nothing, no income at all. This made my financial situation even tighter.

  I originally thought Liu Wanwan was just being polite when she said she would introduce me to a job, but I didn't expect her to actually get in touch with one for me.

  I held the paper in my hand, looked up at the sign above me. This should be it. Above my head was a sign with four characters "Qian Kun Dao Guan". The door had been neglected for years and the sign hung crookedly. Below the sign was a banner with yellow background and red letters that read "Fortune Telling, Qian Kun Master's Studio" and printed on it was a Tai Chi diagram. Seeing this I really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Liu Wanwan found me this job, but at least it matched my skills.

  At the entrance of this Taoist temple stood a light box with the words "Fortune Telling, Naming, Physiognomy, Disaster Relief" written on it.

  I was just about to go in when I suddenly felt something wasn't quite right. The next second I realized what the problem was. It was the orientation of this signboard.

  Anyone who has been to China or studied Chinese ancient architecture knows that most of China's ancient buildings face north and south, which means the main gate is opened in the south and not in the north. This is called "sitting in the south and facing the north", a traditional concept of Chinese Feng Shui, also known as "Zheng Fang" (main house).

  On the contrary, some houses are built without considering Feng Shui, going against its principles. As a result, the four winds do not enter and the eight winds do not exit. For years on end, no sunlight enters, causing yin energy to accumulate. Over time, this accumulated yin energy can have a significant impact on people.

  The gatehouse in front of me, which is specially designed for Feng Shui, is located in the southwest and faces northeast. This orientation is generally not used for residential houses, but rather for Taoist temples, also known as Kun Mountain Gen position. This type of house has a very "excellent tradition".

  "Converging spirits"! That is the legendary "convergence of yin energy"! More importantly, if a Daoist temple is built in such a location, it will easily lead to endless troubles and unfavorable events.

  Strange, a Taoist temple that specializes in Feng Shui and exorcism, why would they choose such a place to set up their temple? It seems that the "Qian Kun Master" of this family is indeed an extraordinary person.

  I didn't stop at the twisted building, I took two more steps forward and looked at the entrance. As soon as I looked, I found another problem...

  In ancient times, in front of the gate of an official's mansion or a wealthy family's large house, a pair of stone lions were often placed to guard and protect the house.

  Even the lion dance, it is necessary to hang a big red, red flowers from neck to tail. However, the guardian lions must be crouching. As for why? Hehe, only crouching is a lion, lying down is a dog!

  But at the entrance of this "Qiankun Dao Guan", there are two stone lions lying, and they are European-style streamlined!

  In ancient times, there was a saying "worshiping the mountain gate". This opening of the Taoist temple is no different from opening the mountain gate and establishing the Taoist hall. However, this "mountain gate" is arranged in such a way that I don't need to go inside, and basically, I have an idea - it seems that this Qigong Taoist temple is just cheating people out of their money!

  I sighed and walked in, a wave of incense hit me in the face. The place wasn't big, the hall was decorated fairly normally, next to two cabinets were various Buddhist beads, rosaries, idols, cinnabar and so on.

  I took a glance and felt a bit bewildered! On the wall beside me, there was a grid with many talismans stuck on it. I had studied in the mountains for five years, but I had never seen any of these talismans before. Looking at the sign above,

  "Beauty Transformation Symbol"

  "Kidney Strengthening and Yang Enhancement Symbol"

  "Weigh Loss and Slimming Symbol"

  "Bedroom Harmony and Union Symbol"

  Just as I was dazed, someone suddenly asked: "Do you want to invite a spell?"

  I lifted my head in the direction of the sound, and at the far end of the hall, there was a wooden table with a man in his forties sitting behind it, sporting a goatee. He was the one who had spoken. This person should be the "Great Master of Heaven and Earth" written on the large red cloth.

  "Excuse me... are you hiring here?" I asked, suppressing the strange feeling in my heart.

  Qiankun Master listened to my job request, stood up and looked me up and down, suddenly grinned: "Young man, your hairstyle looks more professional than mine? And you're carrying a yellow cloth bag?"

  I wanted to explain a couple of things. But thinking it over in my heart, I'm a professional cultivator and a soul-retrieving expert, what's there to explain to an old swindler like you? So I opened my mouth and said: "My name is Fang Xian, someone introduced me here."

  Qiankun Master stroked his mountain goat beard and thought for a moment: "You're that Fang Xian?"

  I nodded, and didn't expect that after learning a set of skills on Mount Zhongnan, I would have to rely on someone else's reputation to make a living. Thinking about this, I felt even more helpless and said: "Yes, what kind of work do you need me to do at your place?"

  The old man glanced at me contemptuously: "What are you doing? You're just a twenty-year-old, what can you do?"

  I rubbed my nose and didn't make a sound, the old monk continued: "There's nothing else to do here every day, you can be my apprentice, wipe the incense burner, worship the hall, sweep the floor, when I go out, follow me and carry some things for me."

  I roughly understood what this old man wants - to hire a handyman cum assistant, and I indeed need this job to make ends meet. "So, how much is the salary?"

  The old man stretched out two fingers: "Two thousand basic salary, if you do well, there will be a commission!"

  "Commission?" I was stunned for a moment, what kind of commission is this martial arts school talking about?

  The old man shook his head and said, "If you can learn some of my skills, give people directions, look at their future, break some disasters, and so on, there will be a commission. My fortune-telling business is not just any ordinary job. Do you understand?"

  When he said that, I understood. This should be the legendary "托", following this old god to deceive and deceive, deceiving oneself can share some dirty things. To say, my pure Taoist demon-hunting origin, truly driving out evil and punishing evil, really shouldn't come to do such deceitful and treacherous things, but unfortunately, I'm short of money...

  I sighed, but then thought again, I came here to truly help others dispel disasters and troubles, and it's not a betrayal of my identity. Taking money from people to help them dispel calamities is also the ultimate principle of the Great Way.

  Thinking of this, I felt more at ease in my heart and asked: "I'm fine, when do I start work?"

  The old man let out a loud "Yo!" and his face broke into a smile like a daisy: "Fang Xian, right? Not bad, not bad. I've seen masters who are good at making empty boasts, I've seen those who are good at muddling through, but this is the first time I've seen someone so eager to get to work. If you want, you can start now and I'll begin paying your wages today, how about it?"

  He said that, I felt just right, so nodded and put down his own yellow cloth bag. In the water basin beside washing hands, washed his hands.

  This is a habit I have cultivated over the years. Whether or not this Qiankun Master is a scam, the Three Pure Ones and the Taoist faith are the right path in my heart. My master once said: "The way to attain enlightenment may not require kneeling to heaven and earth, but one must have a sincere and respectful heart towards the Tao!"

  Seeing my clean hands, the Grandmaster looked very pleased and smiled on one side: "The young man is not bad, it really looks like that. Has a future." At this point, he also instructed me some things, took out a set of gray Taoist robes for me to change into, and reminded me that from now on I must call him "Master" or "Grandmaster".

  I responded with a "yes". It's definitely not possible to call him "Shifu", in my heart, there is only one Shifu. So I directly called out "Dashi"

  Maybe because I looked quite sensible, or perhaps it was a sudden excitement under his hands, the old god suddenly put on an air of pointing at the rivers and mountains, and began to talk endlessly.

  Originally, this old man's surname was "Jiang", and it is said that he was the 1888th generation descendant of Jiang Ziya. Relying on the "Seal of the Gods Record" left behind by his ancestors, he learned a set of skills. He established the Xianjia Taoist Temple in Beijing City.

  I couldn't help but laugh and think to myself: It's better if you just said that you made a fortune from a vernacular edition of "The Investiture of the Gods".

  The old man was talking about entering the port, I was wiping the incense burner while listening to the old man's nonsense, at this moment, a sixty-year-old man with a wide frame walked in from the door, looking quite rugged.

  As soon as he came in, I subconsciously looked over. The old man's complexion was pale white, but the whiteness still showed a hint of gray defeat. His face was square and robust, with a full forehead, indicating that he should have been an official before his retirement. Generally, old Beijingers who were officials believed in this, so it wasn't unexpected. The old man's face clearly bore several strands of melancholy, as if there was something unspoken.

  But in the next second, my face changed. Because behind that old man's back, there was clearly something else on his back!