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Chapter 112: Seeking Dragons and Water
After dinner, I calculated and found that it was an auspicious day. In the afternoon, I led the villagers to a large mountain behind the village. At the flat ground on the mountain top, we set up a table with some offerings and incense. Holding a willow sword, I began to chant incantations...
Seeking water is not the same as seeking rain; seeking water means opening a water source, allowing a place without water to obtain it. In the practice of Yin and Yang, this is about finding the pulse of the dragon vein. If there is no water source at this location, we must drive the dragon from elsewhere to this place. The reason I used a willow sword is that willow wood belongs to Yin, and water also belongs to Yin.
After finishing the incantation, I picked up a bowl of water, took a sip, held it in my mouth, and silently recited: "Divine water seeks the dragon, once, twice, thrice, without chanting it will not work. Draw five dragon-ordered waters from the well, bring water from grass shoes on the road, request flowing water from the riverbank, scoop five ghosts' water from the river, every mouthful of celestial water seeks the dragon source..."
After reciting this, I sprayed three mouthfuls of celestial water towards the mountainside and shouted: "First spray opens the heavens, second spray cracks the earth, third spray reveals the water source. I obey the Supreme Elder Lord's urgent order..."
After finishing my command, I inserted the willow sword into the mountainside and instructed a villager to guard it while I returned to the offering table to continue my ritual. After a while, I shouted to the sword guard: "Quickly pull out the sword!"
Upon hearing this, the guard hurriedly pulled out the sword, and immediately a stream of water gushed forth with it.
I called out loudly towards the mountainside: "Is there any water?"
The guard shouted back: "There is water!" Instantly, all the villagers were filled with joy and amazement, looking at me with newfound respect.
I asked again loudly: "Is it a lot of water or just a little?"
The guard honestly replied: "It's just a little!"
I sighed, while Cao Qilong beside me said: "Junior brother, you have done your best. The people of this village have too little fortune; this is Heaven's Will! If they shout that there is a lot of water, it will surely become a great river."
I naturally understood this principle. I could see how much water was gushing out; whether it was big or small. The reason I asked that villager was to encourage him to say there was a lot of water as a way to seek good fortune. Unfortunately, he did not understand this concept, and this matter could not be revealed in advance. It all depended on their fate; perhaps this is what they call blessings?
I sighed helplessly and shouted to the villagers, "Run! Run as far as you can until you can't run anymore."
As soon as the villagers heard this, they immediately started to run. This group of farmers ran while the water flowed behind them; wherever they went, the water followed. After running for about two or three miles, just outside the village, they stopped.
Seeing that they had stopped, I couldn't help but frown, thinking why they had halted. Cao Qilong, who was beside me, was also curious, so we hurried after them and asked why they weren't running anymore. One of them pointed to a nearby field and said, "If we go any further, we'll trample the rice in the field."
I then said, "Alright, alright, let's leave it at that. Everyone go back!"
That day, there was water in the village; a small spring emerged from the back mountain and flowed downwards, passing through the village and stopping right at the edge of a field outside the village. This was where the villagers had stopped. However, I knew that if the villagers had continued running further down, this spring could have flowed even farther.
The spring maintained a steady flow throughout the day and night, providing enough water for the villagers' daily needs. Seeing this, I comforted myself: having some water is better than having none. At least I did what I could; as for whether it was a spring or a river, that was up to the villagers' own fortune and had nothing to do with me.
The village now had flowing water, and the graves outside were relocated; all unfavorable conditions had been resolved except for the mound in the center of the village. However, although this mound was very ominous due to the Four Ghosts Coffin Raising Formation—the coffin was placed in this yin spot—now that the formation had been broken, this yin spot would naturally not be so tumultuous anymore.
I then told the villagers to remove any electrical equipment from the mound and suggested building a tower on it in the future; that should be able to suppress that yin spot. As long as they didn't disturb the soil there regularly, theoretically speaking, the village should remain peaceful.
Towers can suppress evil spirits; wherever there are evil spirits causing trouble or places with negative energy, building a tower can generally keep those evil spirits at bay. This is why many places have towers; nowadays people think those towers are merely old architectural sights without realizing they were built to suppress evil spirits.
Speaking of towers reminded me of a story I once heard. It was said that before liberation, people enjoyed watching operas. There was an opera house that performed during the Ghost Festival in July. Many people rushed over to watch it; an old man took his grandson along. Halfway through the performance, the grandson started crying loudly. The old man asked what was wrong, and the child said everyone here had no heads. The old man scolded him not to talk nonsense. The child continued crying, making the old man uneasy. He decided to take his grandson out; just after they left, the opera house caught fire. Flames shot into the sky while inside there were wails of ghosts and howls of wolves because people were rushing towards an exit that was blocked. It is said that several hundred people died in that fire—a horrific sight.
Due to the high number of deaths from the fire, strange noises began to be heard every night afterward; passersby often reported hearing cries coming from that place. When it got particularly noisy, it wasn't just one voice but a chorus of wails resembling ghosts and wolves. Some even claimed to see bright lights at night where once stood an empty opera house with a stage set up again and several performers singing while hundreds sat watching—many of whom were those who had perished in that fire. Anyone with bad luck passing by would surely encounter accidents or fall seriously ill.
Later on, a scholar claimed that those hundreds of evil spirits who died in that fire were filled with resentment. To suppress these restless spirits, he built a soul-suppressing tower on the site of the opera house.
It is said that after reform and opening up began and construction crews came to build buildings there, they attempted to demolish that tower but ended up causing serious accidents—several people died when cranes collapsed or bricks fell on them. A fortune teller later warned against disturbing that tower; even if buildings were constructed there afterward, no one would be able to live in them. Thus, it is said that no one dared touch that tower again; it remained there suppressing those hundreds of burned evil spirits.
While this may just be a story, it illustrates how towers can indeed suppress evil spirits. Of course, it's not just towers; temples can also be built in some places to subdue evil spirits as well.
Returning to the main topic, the villagers were very grateful, nodding repeatedly and keeping my words in mind.
Thus, after seeing that the issues in the village were mostly resolved, Cao Qilong and I planned to stay in the village for one night and leave the next day. However, this plan did not come to fruition because that night, a major incident occurred in the village.
After dinner that evening, we were at Brother Wang's house packing our belongings in preparation for our departure the next day. Suddenly, a villager rushed in, pulling us outside while exclaiming in panic, "Sir, it's bad! Something big has happened!"
Upon hearing this, both Cao Qilong and I were startled and quickly asked what had happened.
The villager, out of breath, said, "Someone in the village has been possessed! You need to come and take a look!"
My expression changed drastically. I thought to myself that the Four Ghosts Coffin Raising Formation in the village had been broken. Even though the Mound in the center of the village was still there, it shouldn't cause such trouble. How could this happen? I immediately followed the villager outside.
We soon arrived at the house of the villager who was in trouble. At that moment, many people had gathered inside. Upon seeing us arrive, they made way for us, and we saw a woman in her forties lying on the ground, motionless. She looked just like Dog Egg did two days ago—completely soulless.
I quickly drew a Dizang Soul-Calling Talisman to summon her soul. Fortunately, I discovered it in time; her soul hadn't gone far, and before long, I was able to bring her soul back.
Once she woke up, I asked her if she had gone to the Mound. The woman shook her head and said she had been at home all along and hadn't gone anywhere.
Hearing this made me curious. How could someone be possessed without leaving their home?
Just then, another villager rushed in, shouting, "It's bad! Old Zhang at the west end of the village is in trouble too! He’s like Dog Egg—seems to have lost his soul!"
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