Feng Shui & Protection:How Energy Shields Shape Your Luck

Part IV — The Woman Whose Shadow Tried to Escape

The oil lamp’s flame flickered wildly, casting a ghostly blue hue over the room. You noticed the shadow beneath her feet—twisting, writhing like a living thing. It was desperately clawing to slip back beneath her skin.

In Feng Shui, shadows are reflections of the soul’s energy. A restless shadow means energy imbalance or spiritual unrest. Her shadow’s panic meant her spirit was losing control.

She was no ordinary woman.

Within three inches of her body, the air chilled with a spectral cold, like the dampness of a rain-soaked tombstone. This was not the breath of the living but the heavy presence of a “water corpse borrowing a vessel”—someone submerged and dead for decades, whose essence had been forged into an unnatural, icy spiritual fragrance.

Someone was using her as a living Feng Shui regulator, a twisted talisman meant to absorb and stabilize the toxic energies of the formation. But last night, the fear was not human—it was the ancient resentment trapped within her.

Part V — The Invisible Silver Dust and the Dragon’s Veil

Kneeling, your fingers traced the cold concrete floor. You picked up an almost invisible silver powder.

Seven days ago, someone had evaporated mercury vapor and ground platinum dust into a fine mist, spreading it beneath the entire factory floor—a Dragon’s Veil blocking normal earthly energies, allowing only poisonous metal qi to rise.

The stone lion’s head, twisted unnaturally, turned because the metal veins underground were forcibly pulled like an unseen steel cable.

The missing “Mountain Ghost Thunder” coin had not been stolen—it was consumed.

The corroded bite marks were no natural rust but the residue of an aggressive metal energy that devoured the coin, infusing the earth’s veins with its power.

Part VI — The Burning Map: Human Meridians on the Factory Floor

You unfolded the blueprint, and it spontaneously caught fire along predetermined lines. Flames traced a massive map of human meridians across the factory’s concrete.

This was no ordinary curse—it was a living network, mimicking the flow of qi and blood through a human body.

The formation’s paths aligned with the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian and the Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian, converging at the Ren Mai (Conception Vessel) point at the factory’s heart—the electrical control room.

The “Golden Shockwave” was no accident. It was the overload of poisonous metal qi at the Conception Vessel, a node corresponding to spiritual energy accumulation.

Part VII — The Factory’s Secret: Metal Qi Forges Excellence

You kicked the limp body of Director Wang, who lay sprawled beneath the altar. His pants were wet, but the smell was not urine. It was an eerie blend of rusty iron and scorched sandalwood.

“Has your factory’s metal equipment been wearing out faster than normal, yet product quality improved drastically?” you asked.

Director Wang looked up, eyes wide with fear and realization.

“Yes… Yes! The engineers say it’s unnatural.”

This was it.

The metal qi was feeding the objects. Their form was consumed, but their spirit was forged stronger than ever. The factory had become a giant, living Feng Shui alchemy furnace.

Every product made here carried a trace of stolen metal essence—destined to flow towards a hidden terminal, nourishing the fate of an unknown recipient.

Part VIII — The Palm Mark: Your Role as the Human Conduit

You extend your hand, palm flat beneath the lamp. The lines form a distorted “You” character, tied to the Rooster in Chinese astrology—governed by Western metal energy.

Seven days ago, Director Wang handed you a lighter to light his cigarette. As you pressed your thumb on the gas release, the transparent glue mixed with metal powder left a reversed “Energy Conduit Palm Talisman” imprint on your skin.

This wasn’t a curse—it was a mark of connection. Your body had become the human conduit for this formation.

Every metal object you touch, every ledger you open, even your breath fogging a window, leaves behind a subtle metal energy signature, guiding the formation’s final strike.

Part IX — The Cry for Help: The Living Heart of the Formation

From the sealed ceramic jar comes a rhythmic scratching, evolving into a Morse code knock: SOS.

Inside the jar, there’s a living person—no demon, no spirit—but a human soul trapped and used as the emotional core of the formation.

This level of cruelty surpasses any use of dead objects or ghosts. A living human’s suffering exponentially amplifies the formation’s power.

You look at Director Wang.

“When you buried this jar, did you hear a muffled cry for help? Did they tell you it was a ‘Dragon’s Resonance,’ essential for Feng Shui protection?”

He nodded frantically, pale as death.

Part X — The Final Hour: The Tiger Hour Approaches

You take a deep breath. The oil lamp’s flame swells into a golden orb, floating steadily before you.

The Tiger hour is near.

Wood energy rises, feeding fire energy.

On this metal-suffused land, wood feeding fire will trigger a violent eruption of poisonous qi.

Not a physical explosion but a targeted celestial punishment.

Everyone marked by this metal energy—the people, objects, and places—will face devastation both metaphysical and physical.

Your palm is the first antenna to receive this “Heavenly Punishment.”

Part XI — The Choice: Survival or Sacrifice

Now, you face two grim choices:

Draw the Thunderfire Breaking Curse in your palm with your own blood.
You will survive but become a temporary conduit for thunder energy. For three years, daylight will bring unbearable pain—a cruel price for survival.
Feed the formation with an overwhelming influx of purer, stronger metal energy.
This will rip the meridian network apart from inside.

To do so, you need the true Mountain Ghost Thunder Coin, rumored to awaken ancient metal energy buried deep in the earth—and a perfectly resonant living medium.