Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 35 The Hidden Dharma Master

"That's exactly what you think!"

Mr. Yang chuckled.

"No, how old is his daughter?"

I still can't quite believe it.

Teenagers!

"Who told Boss Jin to have such a taste!" Boss Yang said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Jin Gu's preferences are no secret; everyone in the circle knows them, and Li Feihong naturally knows them too. He's just pandering to him!"

"That's precisely why I look down on him. Does he even qualify as a man?"

Mr. Yang snorted and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about him, it's disgusting!"

"By the way, how's that old woman doing?"

"Not found!"

Mentioning this made Fatty Lin's face darken.

Fatty Lin came here for two reasons: first, to cooperate with me, and second, to find Luang Phor Panpan and have a match.

Fatty Lin said that the old woman was not a good person. Last time he helped Bai Xue with her fate, he heard a baby crying when he was performing a ritual.

Fatty Lin said that an infant spirit helped the Dragon Lady avert this calamity.

After Fatty Lin arrived in Beijing, we went to the address Bai Xue provided, but the place was empty and he was gone.

We went to find Mr. Hua again. With one phone call from Mr. Hua, many people were mobilized to help us find the whereabouts of Grandmother Long.

We still couldn't find it.

Luang Phor's house in the capital was rented, and the information she provided to the landlord was false.

Even now, we still don't know Luang Phor's exact name, age, or hometown!

She vanished into thin air.

This person has a lot of problems.

Since there is no further information, we can only put it aside for now.

Just as Yang was about to say something after we finished speaking, Dacheng came up with the models.

Everyone had a great time that night, especially Fatty Lin, who set off fireworks several times to admire the night view of Beijing.

It's no wonder he's acting like this!

We had a blast until dawn before heading home.

Since the clinic didn't require our attention, my brother and I went back and immediately caught up on some sleep.

I was sound asleep when a phone call woke me up.

"Feed?"

I answered the phone groggily, without even opening my eyes.

"You helped Li Feihong?"

A deep, husky female voice came from over.

Who are you?

The sound was a bit strange, with a metallic, gritty quality that gave me the creeps. I immediately perked up.

"Aren't you afraid of retribution for helping him?"

The woman screamed almost hoarsely.

"No, who are you?"

I was completely awake, so I got out of bed and went to the next room.

"Hehe!"

The other party did not answer, but instead let out a painful hissing sound from its throat.

"Are you kidding me?"

I glanced at my phone and became even more confused.

As I was speaking, I kicked open Fatty Lin's door.

This guy sleeps like a log, snoring loudly.

"Hehe!"

The phone still emitted that painful, hissing sound.

I turned on the speakerphone, and the moment the sound came on, Fatty Lin, who had been sleeping like a log, sat bolt upright and stared at my phone.

"say!"

I shouted it out into the phone again.

To my surprise, the sound disappeared instantly, and the phone was hung up.

"What's going on?" Fatty Lin asked.

"have no idea!"

I shook my head and said, "I was sleeping soundly when my phone suddenly rang. A woman answered, and she asked if I had helped Li Feihong, and said that helping Li Feihong would bring retribution!"

"Go back!"

Fatty Lin's eyes were still bloodshot, clearly he hadn't recovered.

"Um!"

I nodded and hit back.

It rang for a long time, but no one answered.

I called again, but still no one answered.

On the third try, someone finally answered.

"Who are you?" I asked directly, without any politeness.

"hehe!"

The other person let out a hoarse, cold laugh and said, "I'm Li Feihong's godmother!"

"what?"

Lin the Fat Man and I were both completely baffled.

"How did you find out my number? Did Li Feihong tell you?" I asked.

"Never mind where I got your number, I'm asking you, did you help Li Feihong?" she asked.

"What's it to you?" I retorted.

"I'm giving you a piece of advice: next time Li Feihong comes to you, don't help him!" she said in a hoarse voice.

"No, who are you?" I frowned.

In interviews, Li Feihong has said more than once that his godmother was his benefactor, and without her, he would not be where he is today.

Why is this godmother telling us not to get involved in Li Feihong's affairs?

"I told you, I'm Li Feihong's godmother!"

The other party said through gritted teeth.

"What, you think we're stealing your business?"

I asked.

This is the only possibility I can think of.

"It's not a business issue. Do you know what Li Feihong has done? Helping him is a sin!" she said bitterly.

"Wouldn't helping him be a sin?" I was amused.

"You know nothing, you know absolutely nothing!"

That sentence probably triggered her, because she went berserk through the phone, occasionally letting out a series of hoarse sounds like a ghost's gasp.

After she had vented her anger, Fatty Lin grinned and said, "You're a Yin Master, aren't you?"

The other person didn't answer, and their breathing became heavier.

Upon hearing about the other party's situation, I knew that Fatty Lin was right.

What is a Yin Master?

Yin Master is also called Yin Transmission Master.

The corresponding figure is Master Yangchuan.

Master Yangchuan is a Buddhist monk who has a human teacher.

Those with a clear lineage of Dharma transmission, like Fatty Lin, can be called Yangchuan Dharma Masters.

Generally speaking, there are three main ways to become a Yin Chuan Master: first, through dreams of ghosts and spirits transmitting the Dharma; second, through supernatural events, such as suddenly becoming able to draw talismans and chant incantations without a teacher after a serious illness; and third, through possession by a Yin Chuan Master who directly imparts the Dharma orally and through personal instruction.

Compared to practitioners of the Yang tradition, practitioners of the Yin tradition are much more vulnerable to being devoured by evil spirits.

Because Yin Chuan Fashi (a type of sorcerer) often lacks magical power; everything he possesses is borrowed, and what is borrowed must be repaid.

Most of the practitioners of Yin-Yang Buddhism do not have a good ending; in their later years, most of them go insane or suffer from serious illnesses, and some even die a violent death.

As far as I know, Li Feihong's godmother was a peasant woman who couldn't even read in her early years. Yet, this very person suddenly became spiritually gifted, able to draw talismans and chant incantations, and became a renowned shaman in the village.

Her situation fits the characteristics of a Yin Chuan Master.

Could the person making the phone call really be Li Feihong's godmother?

"Is it any of your business?"

Soon, the sound of the other person breathing heavily came from the phone.

"Judging from your appearance, you must have broken many rules when you were young. Now you're getting your comeuppance, aren't you?" Fatty Lin asked with a smile.

"What does it matter to you whether I suffer a backlash or not?"

"If you continue to help Li Feihong, you will suffer the consequences!"

"You will also suffer the consequences!"

"You didn't get this backlash just because you helped Li Feihong, did you?" I rolled my eyes and interrupted her.

After he finished speaking, there was no reply from the other end of the phone, only increasingly heavy breathing.