Let me tell you an interesting supernatural story, one of my most memorable Chengdu strange tales. In 2014, I asked a friend to recommend me for a crystal and mineral event in Chengdu. It started very smoothly, but the Chengdu friend I was cooperating with suddenly had a huge change in personality. Seeing that the event in Chengdu was going well, she started arranging for me to hold an event in Beijing.

At that time, I hadn’t expected the crystals I brought to sell out so quickly, so I discussed with my Chengdu friend about returning to Taiwan to regroup before going to Beijing. Since it was my first time in mainland China, many of my assumptions were different from reality. After that, my friend started being randomly rude to me or flying into rages, and she constantly harped on about me needing to be ready to leave for Beijing at any moment.

She forbade me from speaking to the local partners, demanded I stay locked in my room after work, and wouldn’t let me out. She also kept me in the dark about communications with my Beijing contacts, only contacting them privately while I was out working or seeing clients. The strangest part was her demand that all my income must be deposited into her bank account and that I could only use her phone to work in China.

I felt that the situation was definitely not right, but I was staying at her home and couldn’t easily contact the outside world. So, I took a day off, using the excuse of wanting to wander around Chengdu’s old streets, to contact my friends in Taiwan and figure out how to handle the situation.

I remember it was just around the Dragon Boat Festival. I carried my laptop and found an old teahouse in Jinli. I ordered some snacks and was busy trying to get past the firewall to contact people in Taiwan. Suddenly, an old gentleman in a white shirt appeared at my table. He had appeared silently beside me at some unknown point. I turned my head and asked him if I could help him.

The old man took out a business card, introduced himself as a fortune-teller who had been in Jinli for a long time, and said his stall was under the tree at the end of the street. He was “the fortune-teller everyone here knows.” Then, looking very nervous, he said to me, “Miss, something is about to happen to you. Can I read your palm?”

Hearing him say that, I suddenly recalled scenes from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio (Liaozhai Zhiyi) I watched as a child. How could there still be fortune-tellers touting business on the streets in modern times? So I refused him on the spot. The old gentleman looked extremely anxious and said, “Miss, you are really in trouble. There is a red line between your eyebrows that is about to emerge. This is very urgent. Let me tell you, your features are truly special. If you were a man, you would definitely become a high official. You have special features.”

“I want to help you. You only need to pay for my tea,” he said.

Hearing this made me feel even more like he was a quack. I replied, “Sir, I do have some troubles right now. If you can tell me the nature of my troubles, I’ll let you read my palm.”

The old man became even more agitated. “I can’t tell you the nature, I can only tell you that this problem will occur within three months from now.”

It was too strange, so I refused him again. He sighed and said, “Alright then! If something happens, can you promise to run to the tree and find me immediately?” And then he left. After I got my computer working, contacted my friends, and discussed the situation, I wandered around Jinli for a bit and went back.

A day or two after I returned, my Chengdu friend’s behavior became even stranger. Her whole personality seemed to have changed, and she was very irritable. From the day I arrived in Chengdu, she had insisted I accompany her every evening at dusk to burn Tibetan incense (smoke offering). But she wasn’t using the proper Tibetan Buddhist rituals, which put me on high alert. Smoke offerings are very easily used to ask ghosts and spirits for help in fulfilling certain wishes, and no matter how I asked, she wouldn’t tell me why she demanded I do it every day.

So, every day while burning the incense, I chanted mantras and said silently to the spirits being worshipped, “My current worship is purely out of respect and gratitude for your peaceful coexistence with me. If my friend has made any personal wishes, they have nothing to do with me.” Just like that, my friend made me do this “homework” every day, and I obediently did it.

One day when my Chengdu friend was not home, I quietly went out and set up my own bank account and mobile phone number, and then returned her phone to her. But she still insisted I must use her phone. I quietly went online again to discuss the situation with a friend in Taiwan who is very sensitive in spiritual cultivation. My friend told me to follow two principles in China: first, don’t sign any contracts; second, whatever anyone says, just say you need a few days to consider it.

Of course, I also mentioned the strange old man. My friend suddenly sent a message from her computer: “Is the other party human? Do you need to double-check?” Reading this, I suddenly felt something was not right. So the next day, I told my Chengdu friend that I had only shopped in Jinli last time and hadn’t seen the Sichuan Opera (Bian Lian, or “face-changing”), so I got in a taxi and went back to Jinli.

When I got to Jinli, I ran to the teahouse but didn’t see the old man. I went out to the street to see where there was a tree and a fortune-teller. I walked a full circle but couldn’t find him. So I went to ask a shopkeeper where I could find a fortune-telling stall. The shopkeeper replied without even thinking, “There are no stalls here.” I pressed, and the shopkeeper said, “Fortune-telling is banned here. It’s impossible for us to have a stall.” So I was shocked again. I looked closely at the big trees in Jinli, and it seemed as if very ancient spirits existed within them.

By the time I finished watching the “face-changing” opera, it was already Chengdu’s rush hour. I found an electric scooter to take me back, and on the way, I detoured to a “Nong Jia Le” (rural-style restaurant) in the Plum Blossom Scenic Area near where I was staying, to discuss some small matters with the owner I knew. I also felt as if the plum grove was calling to me, so I made a special trip. It was only about 8 or 9 PM, but the owner wasn’t home, so I walked back to the apartment.

But as soon as I got back to my friend’s house, I suddenly felt I had brought some strange energy from the plum grove back with me, so I hurried to my room to cleanse myself. But my friend wouldn’t let me in my room and insisted on talking about the Beijing trip right away. No amount of persuasion would make her let me rest. I told her my condition was a bit strange, and if she insisted on talking, my tone would be unpleasant, and asked her to just give me an hour. But she insisted on talking right then and there. And then I watched myself speak to her with a ferocious attitude.

She mainly wanted to demand I cancel my scheduled day off tomorrow and go see a client she thought was very important. But I had symptoms of heatstroke and wanted to rest, and she couldn’t accept that I was physically unable to work. That day, she demanded I pack my bags immediately and move to a nearby hotel.

On the way, she began to list all my faults, telling me to go to the hotel and quietly reflect. She was also furious that I had taken it upon myself to not put my money in her bank account. I listened quietly to every word she said, thinking back on all the strange things that had happened since I arrived in Chengdu. I suddenly realized that the seemingly “bad” energy I brought back the night before was actually what had saved me. It allowed me to move out of my friend’s controlling and restrictive home. In that moment, I was ecstatic.

The next day, my friend called to ask if I was okay at the hotel. I happily told her I loved the hotel environment and that I would regularly wire her the referral commission. And just like that, I was suddenly free. She offered to visit me at the hotel several times, but I politely declined.

Following the physiognomy master’s advice to go to Jinli if anything “happened,” I found a suitable hotel and moved near Jinli. Only then did I discover that Jinli is right next to Chengdu’s Wuhou Shrine, which has an aura of profound, righteous energy. In a city like Chengdu, which was originally full of miasma, this place could keep my energy field balanced. It was an incredible turn of events.

Later, because my constitution was not suited for the heavy humidity of Chengdu, I only returned to Chengdu one more time. The total time added up to exactly three months.

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