The Mountain Traveler

On his deathbed, Grandpa said, 'The wind has changed.' Lin Yuanzhou thought it was just an old man's ramblings. When he rushed back to the small northeastern town, all he found was a cold corpse, an old engraving knife inscribed with 'Wait for the Wind,' and a tattered notebook filled with cryptic writings. He didn't know that Grandpa had guarded that door for sixty years. Behind the door slept the mountain god of the Northeast—Bainacha. The seal was decaying, enemies lurked in the shadows. Three keys were scattered beyond the Great Wall, the incense of the household protectors had gone out, the spirit mediums had gone missing overnight, and the bones of the Yingkou dragon glowed in the midnight. And he himself was born able to 'hear' the voices of the mountains and rivers. From the old foreman in the ancient forest to the forbidden death pit at the foot of Changbai Mountain; from the dragon bones of the bald-tailed Li at the bottom of the Songhua River to the thousand-year stele at the Black Dragon Pool of Jingpo Lake. He had to finish the journey Grandpa couldn't complete. On the 'Day the Wind Comes,' standing by the Heavenly Lake, he would make a decision for this land. This is the story of a mountain traveler. The mountains and rivers are silent; I speak for them.