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MidReal Story
The Urban Legend of Di Ban Jian
Scenario: 我原名少帅狄一直是一个相信科学得农村青年，直到18岁山上迷路晚上遇到了不可以思议得事情，开启了阴阳眼，左眼能看鬼右眼能看神，双眼看世间没有变化。并且获得了一本奇书。左眼看书是风水，右眼看书是命理。双眼看是无字天书，而且过目不忘的本事。
之后到大城市闯荡成为了掌握多种算命风水得骗子。认识我的都叫我狄半仙，都不知道我得真本事。
在外人眼中我是阳光帅气，不知道下一顿在哪里吃饭得25岁青年。
我独自一人住在城市边缘一间复古却保养得宜的公寓里，经常欠房东房租。怎么也赶不走得租客，只因为这个房子得风水对我修炼阴阳眼有帮助。
每天，我出去到市场摆摊算命，躲警察，是警察局得常客。直到帮助警察破案之后，被发现有真本事。走向上流社会。过程经常被人看不起，最后发现惹不起得小说。
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Shao Shuaidi
determined, and introspective. Shao Shuaidi gained the ability to see spirits and deities after a mysterious encounter on a mountain. He uses his powers to survive in the city by offering fortunetelling services. Despite facing financial struggles, he remains determined to improve his life and eventually gains recognition for his abilities.
Di Banjian
adaptable, and ambitious. Di Banjian is a conman who uses his charm and wit to survive in the city. He offers fortunetelling services to make ends meet but dreams of more. His identity remains unknown to others until he gains recognition for his abilities, leading him into a new life of wealth and influence.
Liu Yuchen
intelligent, and supportive. Liu Yuchen meets Di Banjian while seeking help for her sister's case and becomes intrigued by his abilities. She offers him financial support and helps him gain recognition within society, eventually becoming a key figure in his life.
I still remember the day I was eighteen when I climbed alone in the rural mountains and got lost without knowing it.
It was around eight o'clock in the evening, and the sky was already dark, but I didn't feel any fear.
I believed in science and never believed in gods or monsters.
When I was about to leave the mountain, my body suddenly froze and could no longer move.
At this moment, I heard a voice in my ear, "Turn your head and look behind you."
"Who's talking?"
Looking around, I couldn't see anyone.
"Turn your head and look behind you."
The voice came again.
Without a second thought, I turned my head and looked behind me.
Behind me stood two people, one tall and one short, with unclear faces, and my right eye could vaguely see that they were not ordinary people.
Just as I was looking, my left eye suddenly became hot and my eyeball began to rotate rapidly; the dimly lit scene before me gradually became clearer until I could see the two men clearly.
The tall man was a deity with a kind face, while the short man was an evil spirit with a weeping face.
At this moment, I realized that my left eye could see ghosts and spirits, while my right eye could perceive deities and gods.
I also found that no matter how hard I tried to change the way I used my eyes, the result remained the same.
My heart raced with fervor, and I shut my eyes tightly, until the colors behind my eyelids began to swirl and dance.
The mountain air grew colder, and my legs trembled from standing frozen in place.
I counted to ten, then twenty, willing this supernatural encounter to disappear.
As I slowly opened my eyes, the divine being and the dark spirit remained before me, their opposing visages rendered even clearer than before.
The deity's golden aura illuminated the space between us, while the evil spirit's dark energy seemed to absorb what little natural light remained.
I was still in shock, but I knew I had to move.
I took a step forward, and my foot slipped on the loose gravel of the mountain path.
The deity's voice echoed in my mind, "Turn your head and look behind you."
I did as instructed, and my gaze fell upon a weathered leather book half-buried in fallen leaves.
The cover was blank, with no discernible title or markings.
I picked it up, and as I opened the cover, the pages appeared empty—no words, no symbols, just a soft glow emanating from the parchment itself.
Exhausted and disoriented, I stuffed the mysterious book into my backpack without a second thought.
The journey down the mountain took hours longer than it should have.
Every step revealed a new sight that defied explanation: spirits lurking behind trees, minor deities perched on branches, and ethereal beings drifting across my path.
My altered vision had opened doors to realms both wondrous and unsettling.
Finally, I reached the outskirts of my village, where the familiar scent of incense and simmering street food greeted me.
As I made my way through the narrow streets, I caught glimpses of the supernatural world interwoven with everyday life. The villagers went about their routines, unaware of the hidden forces at play around them.
I saw benevolent spirits guiding travelers along their paths and mischievous entities whispering temptations into unsuspecting ears.
The world had transformed overnight, and I struggled to reconcile this new reality with the one I had known before.
Eventually, I reached my small apartment on the outskirts of town.
My mother's worried face greeted me at the door, her eyes filled with concern for her wayward son.
After a brief explanation, I tried to resume my daily life, but it was a futile effort.
Everywhere I looked, I saw beings beyond the ordinary realm.
It was as if the veil between worlds had grown thin, and I had stumbled into a realm where the boundaries between reality and the supernatural blurred.
Days turned into weeks, and I struggled to find a balance between my old life and this new awareness.
The book remained a constant presence in my backpack, its empty pages whispering secrets to me whenever I opened it.
One morning, as I sat with my mother in our cramped living room, dust motes danced in the faint sunlight that filtered through the grimy windows.
She asked me to help her sort through a stack of old papers, remnants of a bygone era that held sentimental value for her.
As I sifted through the documents, my left eye began to itch, irritated by the dry air and dust that swirled around us. I rubbed my eye gently, trying not to disturb the delicate balance of my newfound vision.
In that moment, the mysterious book caught my attention once more.
I had kept it hidden away since returning from the mountain, unsure what to make of its empty pages.
But now, as I gazed upon it, something shifted.
The blank parchment began to shimmer and glow with an ethereal light.
My mother's voice broke through my reverie, interrupting my fascination with the book.
"Shao Shuaidi, can you give me a piece of paper? I need to write down our shopping list."
Without hesitation, I reached for the nearest object—the mysterious book—and handed it to her.
In my mind's eye, I could see that the pages remained blank, devoid of any writing or markings.
My mother accepted the book with a mixture of confusion and gratitude.
As she began to write, her hand moved across the page, leaving behind a trail of dark ink.
I watched in awe as the words materialized on the once-blank parchment, defying all logic and explanation.
In that moment, I realized that this book was not ordinary.
It held secrets and knowledge that transcended the mundane world, connecting me to realms beyond our own.
The mysterious book had become a gateway to understanding, a tool for deciphering the hidden patterns that governed our existence.
From that day forward, I devoted myself to unraveling its secrets, delving deeper into the mysteries of the universe.
The book became my constant companion, guiding me through the labyrinthine paths of destiny and revealing truths that had long been concealed from mortal eyes.
As I sat at my small table, surrounded by flickering candles and scattered papers, I opened the mysterious book before me.
Its pages remained blank, awaiting my gaze to unlock their hidden wisdom.
I closed my right eye, the one attuned to deities and gods, and opened my left—the eye that beheld ghosts and spirits.
The page before me remained blank, devoid of any markings or text.
Frustrated but undeterred, I switched again—closing my left eye and opening my right.
The eye that saw gods and deities gazed upon the parchment, seeking any hint of knowledge hidden within. Still, nothing appeared on the page; it remained an empty canvas waiting for the brushstrokes of insight.
I rubbed my eyes gently, feeling a gritty sensation from dust and fatigue.
Perhaps a fresh perspective would unlock the secrets within these pages.
With renewed determination, I closed both eyes and took a deep breath.
The air filled my lungs with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as I reopened them once more.
This time, I did not favor one over the other; instead, I allowed both eyes to work in harmony, blending their distinct perceptions into a unified whole.
As I gazed upon the page again, faint characters began to materialize before me.
They danced across the parchment in an ethereal dance of light and shadow, weaving together into coherent sentences and paragraphs.
Leaning closer to the book, I squinted to better discern the intricate script that now adorned its pages.
The mysterious book had revealed its secrets, and I was ready to unravel the knowledge it held.
Over the next three years, I devoted myself to studying the enigmatic book, pouring over its pages in my small room.
With my left eye, I deciphered ancient feng shui principles and unraveled the mysteries of the mortal realm.
My right eye delved into the realm of destiny, reading the intricate patterns of fate etched upon the faces of those who crossed my path.
When both eyes worked in harmony, the blank pages revealed deeper truths about the interconnectedness of the mortal and spirit worlds.
One morning, as the sun peeked through the grimy windows of my apartment, I packed a small bag with my few belongings.
The mysterious book, now worn and dog-eared from countless hours of study, nestled alongside a spare set of clothes and a few coins.
I boarded a bus bound for the provincial capital, leaving behind the familiarity of my village for an uncertain future.
As we traversed winding roads and rural landscapes, I gazed out the window at a world both transformed and unchanged.
I was ready to confront the mysteries that awaited me beyond the horizon.
Upon arriving in the bustling city, I wandered its crowded streets, searching for a place to call my own.
The auspicious energy flows that converged at a dilapidated courtyard apartment complex on the outskirts of the city guided my steps.
Following the currents of feng shui, I found myself standing before a weathered wooden door adorned with faded talismans.
An elderly landlady eyed me warily as I inquired about renting a unit.
Her gaze was tempered by the weight of years, and I noticed spirit wisps circling her arthritic joints.
I offered to ease her pain using "traditional medicine knowledge," secretly employing the principles of feng shui to harmonize her surroundings.
As her discomfort subsided, she agreed to rent me the back unit despite my obvious lack of references or steady income.
With a worn wooden table, I trudged up the bare floorboards to the back unit, positioning it with deliberate precision in the northeast corner where two energy streams converged.
The lingering spirits near the ceiling scattered as I worked, disturbed by my methodical movements.
Using my left eye, I traced the invisible current of feng shui energy that pooled near the window - an ideal spot for meditation.
I strategically placed my few belongings within the room: the mysterious book rested on a high shelf facing east, while my sleeping mat aligned with the building's natural meridians.
A small mirror hung from the bathroom door, deflecting negative energy and ensuring a restful slumber.
As I settled into my new home, a soft knock echoed from the door.
I opened it to find the elderly landlady standing there, her eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and caution.
"You see things others can't, don't you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I gestured for her to enter, and she shuffled in, her joints creaking in protest.
I motioned to the worn wooden table, and she lowered herself onto the chair, her eyes darting about the room.
I sat opposite her, my gaze meeting hers.
"The rent is due," I said, breaking the silence.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.
"I'm curious, how did you know this place was special?" she asked, her voice tinged with a blend of curiosity and trepidation.
I glanced around the room, my gaze tracing the invisible currents of feng shui that flowed through the space.
"The northeast corner where the two energy streams meet is an ideal spot for a person like me," I explained, my voice low and measured.
"It's a place where I can harness the power of the universe."
The elderly landlady's eyes widened slightly as she absorbed my words.
She glanced around the room once more, as if searching for some tangible manifestation of the energies I described.
Her gaze settled on the mirror hanging from the bathroom door.
"Is that why you placed the mirror there?" she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of fascination and skepticism.
I nodded, my lips curving into a gentle smile.
"It deflects negative energy and ensures a restful slumber," I explained, my voice tinged with a hint of mischief.
The elderly landlady's eyes lingered on mine for a moment before she spoke again.
"I've lived in this building for over twenty years," she said, her voice filled with a deep sense of nostalgia.
"But I've never felt anything out of the ordinary."
I leaned forward slightly, my gaze locked onto hers.
"That's because you're not attuned to it," I explained gently. "But I am," I continued, my voice filled with conviction.
"And that's why I was drawn to this place. It's perfect for someone like me."
The elderly landlady's eyes softened as she absorbed my words.
She nodded slowly, her gaze returning to mine once more.
"Very well," she said, her voice filled with a newfound understanding.
"I'll make sure to keep this in mind."
With that, she rose from her chair and made her way back to her own unit, leaving me alone once more in my small but potent sanctuary.
As I settled back into my meditation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this unexpected encounter.
I set up my fortune-telling stall at the busiest intersection of the morning market, spreading a red cloth over a rickety folding table.
The mysterious book sat prominently displayed, though to others it appeared as an ordinary leather-bound volume.
As people rushed past, I noticed a middle-aged woman hesitating nearby.
Through my right eye, I saw her destiny line tangled with worry.
Using my left eye, I spotted a restless spirit hovering by her shoulder.
I called out to her, mentioning her recent sleepless nights.
She stopped, eyes widening.
"How did you know?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and suspicion.
"The spirits around you are restless," I replied softly, gesturing to the space beside her.
"They whisper your troubles to those who can listen."
