Although we could not fully understand the local dialect around Cloud Ridge, the man's expression and gestures clearly showed that he was not allowing us to go up.
We stopped immediately.
Then I said to the little old man in the gray robe:
"Sorry, uncle, we just want to go up and take a look."
Hearing this, the little old man cleared his throat and replied in imperfect Mandarin:
"Up there, not allowed."
The reservoir was so huge, and this area was so remote. What could possibly be up there that we were not allowed to see?
Zhang Yuchen was the first to ask:
"Uncle, why can't we go up? We just want to take a look at the Feng Shui."
The little old man in gray was taken aback.
"Cut Feng Shui? You know how to cut Feng Shui?"
"Not cut, look..."
The little old man rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. You're not allowed up there. Cutting Feng Shui isn't allowed either. Besides, the Feng Shui here has already gone bad. You should leave now! It's dangerous to get near the reservoir after dark!"
Though he seemed impatient, we could hear the danger behind his words.
The Feng Shui had gone bad? It would be dangerous at night?
We had only come over to take a casual stroll and look around. If we could not go up, then so be it.
But the moment he mentioned danger and said the Feng Shui had gone bad...
All of us became excited.
This was how we made our living. Good Feng Shui was actually boring to look at; bad Feng Shui was what really got the blood pumping.
Danger? What danger had we not encountered before?
We had been so idle lately that we were practically rusting. We were not afraid of