The Gan River winds and twists, a place where vital energies have gathered since ancient times, and where yin and yang meet.
Beneath the neon lights of Ganzhou, a seemingly prosperous modern city, ancient rules still hold sway. Some set up “Five Ghosts Carrying Wealth” formations in office buildings to get rich; others tamper with their ancestral graves in a misguided attempt to “borrow the dragon's vein” and get promoted. Worse still, some use their own flesh and blood as “substitute spirits” to prolong their lives.
Yang Songlin, a middle-aged man who runs the nondescript Songlin General Store in Ganzhou's old town, appears to sell incense, joss paper, and feng shui trinkets. In truth, he's a direct descendant of the Yang Gong feng shui lineage, passed down for three hundred years. He believes in one ironclad rule: feng shui can save lives, but it can also take them. For those with wicked hearts, its arts will never work.
Zeng Canwen is a well-known real estate magnate in Ganzhou. He built his fortune from nothing and is fiercely ambitious. He believes in feng shui, but believes even more in “man conquering fate,” always looking for shortcuts to change his destiny.
When greed meets principle, and modern concrete and steel collide with ancient geomancy.
This isn't a story about fighting monsters and leveling up. It's a notebook about “the earth's vital energy” and “the human heart.”
There are no golden fingers handed down from nowhere here, only meticulous deductions about the lay of the mountains and rivers, reverence for folk taboos, and karmic retribution that chills your spine in the dead of night.
