White tea legend

Yushan.

In front of the ancient and quiet solitary tomb, the young man Wen Ming knelt down alone in front of the tomb of his father, Immortal Chong Bo. Time has failed to leave many marks on his immature face, but his eyes reveal perseverance and heaviness beyond his age.

The drizzle fell one after another, like the mourning between heaven and earth, caressing every inch of soil, and soothing the sadness and reluctance deep in Wen Ming's heart.

"Father, my son is willing to take on the unfinished business of your lifetime." Although the voice was soft, it was extremely firm, as if it wanted to penetrate the rain curtain in the sky and convey it to the heroic spirit sleeping underground.

Wen Ming's eyes fell on the mud in front of him, where there was a simple figure outlined by branches and stones - a schematic diagram of flood control.

He gently traced his fingers along the river in the picture, silently reciting the hydrological knowledge and water control strategies his father had told him during his lifetime. Wen Ming knew that this was not only a fight against natural disasters, but also a challenge to people's hearts. He must inherit his father's legacy and fulfill his dream of letting mankind live and work in peace and contentment.

"Rivers flow across the river, and dams come first." Wen Ming said to himself. He marked the key locations for building dams on the map. This was the first lesson he learned from his father - to take precautions before they happen. But he also knows that dams alone cannot cure floods and must be combined with other measures to truly solve the problem.

His eyes moved to the valleys and hills in the picture, thinking about the possibility of digging channels to divert water into the sea. Wen Ming remembers his father once saying that water becomes a disaster because it has nowhere to go. If properly guided, harm can be turned into benefit. So, he carefully drew possible waterways on the map, and every stroke seemed so cautious and full of hope.

Night gradually fell, and Wen Ming's figure looked particularly lonely in the cold wind. But in his heart, there was a warm current flowing. It is a longing for the future, a commitment to his father's promise, and a sense of responsibility for the survival and development of the people.

Wen Ming knew very well that he was responsible not only for the glory of the Shuizhixianjun family, but also for the welfare of the entire human race.

"If I can get the opportunity to control floods, I will visit every mountain and every river, personally survey the terrain, and formulate more precise plans." Wen Ming swore to himself, knowing that this would be a road full of difficulties and challenges. But he also believes that as long as he perseveres, one day he will be able to see the scene in that picture become a reality, and see that the people no longer have to worry about the threat of floods.

The moon rises quietly, and the silver light shines on the diagram full of dreams and hopes, as if giving it divine power. The young man Wen Ming was still sitting there kneeling, immersed in planning and ideas for the future. He didn't notice the passage of time. It wasn't until the white color of fish belly appeared in the east that he slowly stood up and bowed deeply to his father's grave.

"Father, I will use my actions to let your wisdom continue to illuminate the world." After saying that, Wen Ming packed up the diagram on the ground and turned around to embark on a new journey. His back gradually disappeared into the morning mist, leaving behind a piece of fresh air washed by rain and an unwavering commitment.

……

There was a commotion in the Lingxiao Palace.

Gods and Buddhas all over the sky were in commotion, and on the curtain where His Highness Chonghua performed the magical power, young Wen Ming was on his way out of Yushan.

"How could he leave Yushan without your Majesty's order? He is the son of Uncle Chong, the Queen of Sin Immortal!" Immortal Ruiyu got the hint from Prince Danzhu's eyes and started shouting in the Lingxiao Palace.

Gods and Buddhas all over the sky responded to the call, all focusing on Immortal Chongbo's identity as a sinful immortal, and advised Tianjun that Wen Ming must not be allowed to leave Yushan.

"Your Majesty, I asked Wen Ming to leave Yushan and go to heaven to meet your Majesty."

His Highness Chonghua reported truthfully.

Tianjun frowned. No matter how much he loved his adopted son, he felt that this adopted son was a bit too much in making decisions.

But Taibaijinxing helped by saying: "Your Majesty, the people of the world are suffering from floods, and there are no talented people in heaven to treat floods, so we can only treat dead horses as live doctors."

His Highness Chonghua glanced at Taibai Jinxing gratefully and said to Tianjun: "Your Majesty, whether it is a dead horse or a living horse, you will decide for yourself after you meet Wen Ming in person." So Tianjun asked Taibai Jinxing to go to Yushan. Wen Ming was quickly taken over.

This boy is not very photogenic!
I am much prettier than the curtain, and not as dark.

"Wen Ming, the son of the guilty minister Chong Bo, pays homage to the Heavenly Lord." He knelt down and bowed to the ground, but he knew the etiquette.

"Wen Ming, are you not afraid of violating the laws of heaven and causing death for yourself when you come here?" Tianjun asked.

Wen Ming said: "As a descendant of the water management family, Wen Ming has the responsibility and obligation to solve problems for the king."

"Your father died in Yushan because of his inability to control floods. Aren't you afraid of the same fate as your father?"

"My father did not do his best to control the flood, so he deserves to die."

As soon as the young man said this, the gods and Buddhas in the sky were in an uproar.

Tianjun showed a satisfied look: Just don't complain for his father, this kid knows his character.

Just listen to him say again: "The flood in the world has broken out again. I beg the Lord of Heaven to give Wen Ming a chance to make meritorious deeds."

"The sky is full of gods and Buddhas, and there are so many talented people. Why should I give you the opportunity?"

Wen Ming explained his method of water control to Tianjun. He unfolded a detailed drawing in which the direction of the river was clearly identifiable, and the locations of various dams, channels and water storage lakes were marked.

“To control floods, we must first follow nature and not forcefully move against the current.” Wen Mingyi pointed at the peaks and canyons on the map, “We will build reservoirs and reservoirs in these places to absorb excess rainwater during the flood season. "

Wen Ming then pointed to the winding rivers: "At the same time, we need to heighten and strengthen the river embankments to prevent flooding. But this alone is not enough to cure the problem. Therefore, I propose to dig new rivers to guide the floods to safety. The area evacuates and eventually flows into the sea."

His words reveal a deep understanding and respect for nature, and he knows that every river has its own life and will. He proposed to observe the behavior of animals to predict weather changes; listen to the voices of the people and collect the experience and wisdom of water control in various places.

The gods listened to the plan of the Sin Immortal Queen. They saw the determination and enthusiasm in Wen Ming's eyes and felt his deep love for this land.

"Please give Wen Ming a chance to make meritorious service." Wen Ming kowtowed to the ground again.

"Your Majesty, please don't," Immortal Ruiyu said after receiving the signal from Prince Danzhu's eyes, "He is Chongbo's son. If he uses the opportunity of water control to cause chaos in the world and avenge Chongbo, what should we do?"

"Your Majesty, I am willing to vouch for Wen Ming." The speaker was His Highness Chonghua.

"You guarantee it? How to guarantee it? If Wen Ming fails to control the flood, will you also punish him?" Prince Danzhu looked at His Highness Chonghua with a sneer.