bookbashuk Chapter 1 Models Wearing Buddha Amulets
Chapter 1 Models Wearing Buddha Amulets
Raising a ghost child or a fox spirit, changing one's name to improve one's luck, and consulting a master to determine one's future.
The entertainment industry is supposed to be a place of fame and fortune where handsome men and beautiful women gather, but beneath the glamorous exterior lies nothing but feudal superstition.
Why is this happening?
This is because there's a saying in the entertainment industry: minor fame comes from promotion, major fame comes from fate.
My name is Feng Shisan, and I am a feng shui broker whose main clients are celebrities in the entertainment industry.
When I first entered the industry, the profession of Feng Shui brokerage had not yet emerged, unlike now, where well-known Feng Shui brokers span the fields of metaphysical consultation, resource integration, and crisis public relations, providing fortune protection services for celebrities and capital through Feng Shui and fortune-telling.
Nowadays, top-tier feng shui agents and artists collaborate by taking a percentage of the artist's annual income, typically around 1.5%.
One of the actresses born in 95 paid over six million yuan for this.
For some film projects, the cost of selecting a location just to start filming starts at two million.
My reason for entering this industry is simple: they offer too much.
I come from a family of Taoist doctors, and I am particularly skilled in treating Yin-type diseases.
The healing of Yin here doesn't involve exorcising ghosts or demons, but rather helping those involved in Yin-related activities to regulate their bodies.
What is Yin Xing (陰行)?
In the Xuanmen (Taoist) community, services that combine spiritual communication and feng shui, such as retrieving corpses, spirit writing, and divination, are generally referred to as "yinxing" (陰行).
People with mixed Yin and Yang constitutions generally have poor health, and our family is best at helping these people improve their health.
Therefore, I have a large network of contacts, which is the foundation of my work as a feng shui broker.
The first job I took that was related to the entertainment industry was introduced to me by Da Cheng.
Dacheng is from Northeast China, and we're from the same hometown.
He visited my family's traditional Chinese medicine clinic when he was a child, and since we were about the same age, we have maintained contact.
Da Cheng contacted me at 1 a.m. that time, saying that his boss Patty had gotten into trouble.
Who is the owner of Dacheng?
His boss is Mr. Yang, the first-generation godfather of the Internet.
When Yang Zong became famous, Jack Feng, who was later known as Father Feng, could only sit in the second row.
After receiving the call, I drove my secondhand Santana straight to the Jinghu Building.
Back then, Da Cheng hadn't yet filmed the low-budget comedy that made him famous across the internet, nor was he nicknamed "Bathhouse Brothers." He was just a producer and host for a program on Jinghu Video.
When I arrived at Jinghu Building, Dacheng had already been waiting for me at the entrance for a while.
"What's going on?"
After getting off the bus, I followed Dacheng inside while asking him questions.
"While we were having a great time, one of the models became possessed, apparently because of a Buddhist amulet!"
Da Cheng led me inside while explaining the situation.
He said that General Manager Yang often organizes parties, and he helps to liven up the atmosphere; to put it bluntly, he's just a waiter.
Today, a friend of Mr. Yang came over, and Mr. Yang selected several models through Kongmei.com to entertain him.
What is Kongmei.com?
According to its founder, Kongmei.com is an online platform dedicated to promoting culture and art; in reality, it is an online version of a brothel called "Heaven on Earth."
Many female celebrities have worked as models for Airmoe, I won't name them all here, you can search for them online.
Mr. Yang's friend is a boss in Hedong. He said that the regular gameplay is not interesting, and that unlimited fighting has recently become popular in their area.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Yang became interested and quickly set up a venue with his own money, creating a fighting ring for the six models to engage in unrestricted combat. The winner would receive a prize of 200,000 yuan.
The loser would receive medical expenses of 50,000 yuan per person, and naturally, everyone agreed to this.
During the fight, a girl named Xiao Ran's clothes were torn, and an ornament she wore at her waist was ripped off, thrown on the ground, and trampled on.
Throughout this, Xiao Ran kept shouting, "That's a Buddhist amulet, don't step on it, don't step on it!"
Everyone was aiming for 200,000, nobody listened, and then something bad happened.
"Brother Feng, President Yang is here too. We'll be going up there later. Could we at least agree with what President Yang says?"
After briefly recounting what had happened, Da Cheng said this.
"Your boss Yang didn't leave?" I was a little surprised.
Generally speaking, when such an emergency occurs, the boss will leave first, leaving the matter to his subordinates and taking the blame. Why didn't General Yang leave?
"Brother Feng, when that model started acting strangely, I immediately told Boss Yang that it seemed like he was possessed. Boss Yang wasn't scared at all; instead, he became interested. He said he'd never seen anything like it before and wanted to investigate!"
Da Cheng said.
"Study it?" I was even more surprised.
Da Cheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "Brother Feng, let me put it this way: President Yang has been partying every night for the past few years. He's seen everyone he wanted to see and had all the fun he wanted to have. Money and women no longer really excite him!"
"I see!"
When he said that, I understood. It was because he had enjoyed too much sensory stimulation and was now experiencing a period of burnout.
As they were talking, they arrived at the top floor. Before the elevator doors opened, Da Cheng put his hands together and made a gesture of supplication.
"Don't worry, Mr. Yang is the big spender, I'm not that stupid!"
I said with a smile.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw President Yang.
President Yang showed no trace of his CEO demeanor. He half-squatted on the ground, staring like a curious child at a scantily clad woman about four meters away from him.
A woman lies on her back, supporting herself with her hands and feet, arching her body in a reverse bow shape. This pose is called Wheel Pose in yoga.
What's rather strange is that the woman's waist and abdomen are concave, as if a person were sitting on them.
The woman's expression was also wrong. She wasn't the kind of person who was oblivious after being possessed; her expression was one of great pain, but her mouth seemed to be sealed shut by something, making it impossible for her to speak.
"Mr. Yang, Mr. Li, this is the Master Feng Shisan I was talking about!"
I was observing the woman when Da Cheng, like a sycophant, bypassed her and introduced her to me.
"Can you handle this?"
Mr. Yang didn't stand on ceremony. After looking me up and down, he gestured towards the woman with his lip, his eyes full of distrust.
"Give it a try!"
I chuckled nonchalantly, pulled out a palm-sized porcelain bottle, opened it, poured out a drop of clear liquid, rubbed it in my hand, closed my eyes, and gently rubbed it on my eyelids a couple of times.
Move your hand away and look at the woman again. There is a "person" shrouded in black mist sitting on her waist and abdomen.
Based on what Da Cheng said about amulets, this "person" is most likely the spirit that entered that amulet.
Seeing this, I felt reassured.
At this moment, Mr. Yang leaned over and asked curiously, "What are you putting on?"
"Ghost Eye Paste, used to open the third eye. After applying it, you can see things that ordinary people can't see!" I said.
What is "ghost eye nectar"? It is actually a kind of magical water made by mixing cow tears and dew collected at dawn during the Qingming Festival in a certain proportion.
"Want some?"
After explaining, I asked a question with a half-smile.
"Can we really see those things?" Mr. Yang became increasingly curious.
"You'll see once you try!" I said with a smile.
"Give me some!"
Mr. Yang's eyes were full of curiosity about new things. Without the slightest hesitation, he nodded and casually asked the person behind him, "Old Li, would you like some too?"
"I won't!"
Mr. Li, known as Old Li, waved his hand, indicating that he was politely declining.
At that time, I had no idea that this Mr. Li was the uncle of Mr. Li, the eldest son of the Li family, who had inherited the family business in his twenties and was known as the richest man in Hedong.