SFS Chapter 3 Yin-Yang Feng Shui Master
Chapter 3 Yin-Yang Feng Shui Master
This person was the most sought-after feng shui master in the capital. When the old master of the Qiao family went there, the old lady of the Qiao family sent three invitations but failed to invite him. In the end, it was only in the name of the Bai family, the Duke of Zhenguo, that the person was invited.
Mr. Ye was followed by a boy, about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in a slightly worn navy blue robe with dark patterns, a gold and red agate belt around his waist, and a green jade crown on his head.
His eyebrows were arrogant, his eyes were gloomy, and he held the black calligraphy tools that Mr. Ye used for his work in his hand.
This young man is Xiao Zhijie, Mr. Ye's only disciple.
Because he was a member of the Xiao family, Qiao Qingshu couldn't help but take a second look.
This half-brother-in-law also died young; not long after she married Xiao Chengyan, he went to the battlefield and sacrificed his life.
Despite studying Yin-Yang philosophy, he was destined for a short life.
Qiao Qingshu suppressed her chaotic thoughts, stepped forward and bowed, "Mr. Ye, it is truly inappropriate to disturb you so early in the morning, but unfortunately my mother passed away suddenly, so please come with me."
Mr. Ye was on good terms with the old master of the Bai family and had watched Bai grow up. Mr. Ye even personally gave Bai Chanzi her name.
Hearing that Bai had perished in the fire, he was greatly alarmed and rushed over.
Ye Qingqiu quickly bowed in return, saying, "Please don't stand on ceremony, young lady. Please take me there immediately."
They led Mr. Ye into the main hall of Liufang Garden, where his body was laid to rest.
Leading his attendants to light lamps, he unveiled the paper blanket, calculated with his fingers, and Mr. Ye's squinted eyes immediately opened, looking at Qiao Qingshu with suspicion and inquiry.
Liu Wan'er, who was kneeling in front of the altar burning paper money, was looking at them curiously.
Qiao Qingshu gestured to Mr. Ye to go to the east wing.
"Please ask Mr. Ye to go to the east wing to review the letter for my mother."
After settling down in the east wing, Qiao Qingshu handed over a note and said loudly,
"These are my mother's birth dates and times. Please indicate the date for the burial."
Seeing that it wasn't anything unusual, Liu Wan'er outside shrank back into her seat.
Mr. Ye unfolded the note that had been handed to him and examined it closely. He looked at Qiao Qingshu in disbelief, then at the note, and suddenly understood.
He then pinched the note and dropped it into the candlelight, where it burned to ashes.
Standing behind Mr. Ye, Xiao Zhijie saw everything clearly and couldn't help but glance meaningfully at Qiao Qingshu, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Yongchang, who was dressed in mourning clothes.
At this moment, Granny Zou and Mama Li came in, one carrying hot tea and the other carrying an eight-treasure black lacquer food box.
When Madam Qiao heard that Qiao Qingshu had invited the renowned Ye Qingqiu, she immediately became eager to participate.
Ye Qingqiu is knowledgeable about Yin and Yang, and his reputation is known to everyone in the capital. However, he is very difficult to invite, and it is rumored that even a thousand pieces of gold cannot buy a divination by Ye Qingqiu.
If Mr. Ye comes to our door today just to help Bai Shi with the mourning period, wouldn't that be a waste? We must keep him here to give the Qiao family a proper divination.
The Qiao family has long lost the glory it once had when the old patriarch was alive. The eldest son, Qiao Jizhou, has also had a lackluster career, and the family has few offspring.
Old Madam Qiao was very anxious about what had gone wrong.
At this moment, Xu Biyun also returned from shopping and was about to settle accounts with Qiao Qingshu when she saw a teacher reviewing books. She also stood inside the house to watch the excitement.
Ye Qingqiu dipped his brush in ink and slowly said, "The period within the first 47 days is not suitable for burial. The best time for burial is the 37th day after the first 47 days, at noon on the 8th day of the 10th month."
Qiao Qingshu stood silently to one side and nodded in agreement.
Having written the ominous letter and placed it on the corpse, Ye Qingqiu shook his head slightly and sighed, whispering,
"With the death of the Bai family, the Marquis's fortunes have run out, and the great mansion is about to collapse."
The voice wasn't loud, it could even be described as a murmur, but in the quiet room it sounded like a thunderclap.
The explosion stunned everyone present.
Granny Zou, who was serving tea, even dropped the teacup, and the Ru kiln blue-and-white porcelain teacup with its intertwined floral pattern fell onto the bluestone bricks with a crisp, refreshing sound.
Ye Qingqiu didn't say much, but simply instructed the boy beside him to pack his things and prepare to leave.
Li's mother was quick-witted and ran off to Fushou Hall to deliver the message.
Before Qiao Qingshu could even reach the hanging flower gate to escort Ye Qingqiu, she was blocked by Old Madam Qiao. With a sorrowful expression, she stepped forward and made a gesture to kneel, but several maids and servants beside her could not support her.
"Mr. Ye, please be kind and offer some guidance."
Qiao Qingshu sneered. Her daughter-in-law died without getting out of bed, but now that she heard the Marquis's mansion was doomed, she had the strength to climb out of bed.
It really is only the most core interests that can sway this old fox.
A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes. If he didn't take this opportunity to give that old hag a good beating, he would be doing a disservice to the Bodhisattva.
The crowd struggled for a while at the hanging flower gate, with Old Madam Qiao crying and wailing, putting on a great show, while the Qiao family servants all knelt down.
Mr. Ye frowned slightly, and after repeatedly declining, he reluctantly agreed.
"Out of respect for the Bai family, the Duke of Zhenguo, I'll take a look at your Marquis's residence for you."
Everyone was overjoyed and surrounded Mr. Ye as he sat down in the Fushou Hall.
Madam Qiao even brought out the finest Maojian tea, a tribute to the emperor, paired with white marble teacups to warmly entertain them.
Inside the house, everyone, from masters to servants, was extremely attentive. Even Mr. Ye's apprentice was surrounded and properly settled by the maids, who provided him with hot tea and hot meals.
Ye Qingqiu held the compass and the black book for a long time, observing them with his eyes lowered and his brows furrowed, pacing back and forth in the room.
Xu Biyun, holding her daughter Liu Wan'er's arm, muttered softly to herself.
Is it really that miraculous?
Liu Wan'er reached out and pressed down on her mother's arm, signaling her not to say anything more.
The entire room was filled with dozens of eyes fixed on Ye Qingqiu, holding their breath and not daring to utter a sound.
After a long while, Ye Qingqiu slowly spoke.
"Bai was a woman with a once-in-a-century destiny of bringing good fortune to her husband. She was supposed to bring prosperity to the Marquis's family after marrying into your Qiao family. Unfortunately, she was killed by the White Tiger Demon. Now that the lucky star is gone and the White Tiger is rampant, the Marquis's family may never recover."
Madam Qiao's vision blurred instantly, and she became extremely anxious, crumpling the dark blue silk brocade quilt with its lotus flower design on the couch into a ball.
"A white tiger spirit? When did such an evil spirit enter the Marquis's mansion?"
Mr. Ye stroked his beard and said calmly, "I'm afraid they've been infiltrating the Marquis's mansion for many years, gradually encroaching on its territory and causing chaos, leaving the mansion in ruins and vulnerable."
Madam Qiao felt a surge of hot blood rush to her throat, and her anger overwhelmed her. She vomited onto her handkerchief, wishing she could immediately find the evil spirit and kill it!
Xu Biyun rolled her eyes and pouted, whispering to Liu Wan'er.
"White Tiger Spirit? This old Taoist is probably just swindling money."
Liu Wan'er lowered her voice to stop her.
"Mother, don't talk nonsense. This Mr. Ye is a rare and extraordinary person."
The mother and daughter's words reached Qiao Qingshu's ears. She watched the mother and daughter's figures, and a deep smile appeared on her lips.
Xiao Zhi, who was quietly drinking tea to the side, glanced at her and thought to himself that this eldest daughter of the Marquis's family was really interesting. She had a noble and self-possessed face, but her eyes seemed to be flashing with a bloodthirsty light as if she wanted to devour people.
Concerned about the fortunes of the Marquis's mansion, Old Madam Qiao leaned forward and asked,
"Mr. Ye, is there any way to avert this disaster?"