On August 4th, my father was hospitalized due to illness, and I rushed back from school. A few days later, when I returned home, some relatives suggested that I consult a fairy lady for my father’s sake.

With a skeptical attitude, the next day, my uncle took me on his motorcycle through winding mountain roads to a household in a neighboring town.

From a distance, I saw an old house with a red brick “stove,” about the height of a person, piled in the center of the cement yard outside the main gate, topped with a large pot.

After parking the bike and taking a closer look, I noticed that the stove was filled with burnt paper money and incense sticks, with firecracker ash scattered all over the ground nearby. Remnants of offerings and other packaging papers were strewn down the slope in front.

Entering the main gate, I saw that the main wall in the hall was divided into two levels with wooden planks. The upper level had statues of Guanyin, Buddha, arhats, and other deities, while the lower level was adorned with posters and divine writings (mostly illegible and slanted, perhaps Sanskrit? It didn’t seem like it).

In the center of the hall was a large table with offerings and other sacred items.

Under the table were several cushions, and at the foot of the table was a donation box… Sitting to the right of the table was the “fairy lady.”

After explaining our purpose, the fairy lady asked for my father’s name and birth details, then instructed me to go outside and burn paper money and incense. After I stuffed a large bag into the stove and lit firecrackers before entering the house, the fairy lady was already chanting with a rosary in hand. I don’t know how long she chanted, but she soon began asking questions.

At first, I didn’t think much of it, but the more she asked, the stranger and more miraculous it became.

Logically, the fairy lady had never been to my house, but she accurately described its layout and orientation.

For example: my house is built on the lower-middle part of a hillside, with roads on both sides leading up and down; the road facing the right side of my house leads to the back of the house; the road on the left leads up to another household; halfway to that household, there’s a path leading to the right; behind my house, there’s a depression on the roof, and behind that depression are several households… She also mentioned some local land temples and mountain graves around my house. Since both my uncle and I were largely ignorant of these details, we could only take her word for it.

She also spoke about the origins of my father’s illness. Due to local customs, I can’t disclose much about this for two years, so I won’t elaborate.

During the session, she performed numerous divinations. I had no idea what they meant, and even my uncle seemed only partially understanding, standing there in a daze. It seemed like a good omen.

Finally, she gave me a small packet of tea leaves, instructing me to have my father drink it mixed with incense ash.

Interestingly, this visit didn’t cost any money—just a bit of paper and incense. Her condition was that if my father found the tea effective, we should pay her 333 yuan. If it didn’t work, she wouldn’t charge a penny…

Honestly, I’m still not sure what to make of it….