Xu Chijiao yelled wildly on the phone: "Yishan, the Wuxiu Reservoir dam collapsed."

The sound made Xu Yishan's ear drums hurt. In front of Chen Xiaoqi, Xu Yishan couldn't speak. He quickly walked aside and asked, "Dad, don't talk nonsense."

According to Xu Yishan's understanding, the collapse of the Wuxiu Reservoir dam was a big deal.

The county has always had dedicated personnel guarding the Wuxiu Reservoir. The county's largest hydrological monitoring and supervision station is located at the Wuxiu Reservoir. There are as many as 50 reservoir management personnel.

There was something wrong with the Wuxiu Reservoir, and the information would reach him through official channels. How could it be his father who told him?

Xu Chiji yelled angrily: "You kid, you don't even believe what dad says? Run away, if the water goes down, Hongshan Town will be destroyed."

Xu Yishan said in a low voice: "Dad, I'm going to run away, who will take care of the people? Don't worry, I'm fine."

Xu Chijiao said anxiously: "Son, if you keep the green hills here, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. You can manage so much by yourself. Listen to dad and run away."

Xu Yishan said nothing and hung up the phone on his father, Xu Chiji.

It wasn't that he didn't believe what his father said. He was thinking about such a big thing as the collapse of the Wuxiu Reservoir's embankment. Why didn't the county get any news?

Chen Xiaoqi glanced at him and asked: "Whose phone number is it? Your face looks ugly."

Xu Yishan whispered: "Damn it, he said the Wuxiu Reservoir collapsed."

"The embankment collapsed?" Chen Xiaoqi's face suddenly turned pale, and she asked nervously: "How long has it been?"

"Just now." Xu Yishan glanced at the people queuing up to receive food and said, "Chen Xiaoqi, I need to evacuate these people urgently now."

"Is it that serious?"

"Yes." Xu Yishan said seriously: "You don't know how big the storage capacity of Wuxiu Reservoir is. If the dam collapses, all the water in the reservoir will rush out, and the impact will affect half of Maoshan County."

Chen Xiaoqi only knew that Wuxiu Reservoir was huge, unimaginably big.

The water surface of Wuxiu Reservoir stretches over more than a dozen mountains, winding around the mountains.

This is an emerald hidden in the mountains. Looking down from the sky, the turquoise water is like a huge mirror.

The reservoir dam is more than 100 meters high, tall and majestic. Looking down from the top of the dam, the people at the bottom of the dam are as tiny as ants.

When the Wuxiu Reservoir was built, there were only two outlet channels. However, there were more than a dozen flood discharge holes at the bottom of the dam.

The Wuxiu Reservoir has never been dry since the year it was filled with water. Even in severe drought years, the reservoir's storage capacity has remained at more than half.

When Xu Yishan surveyed the Wuxiu Reservoir, he calculated the storage capacity of the entire reservoir, and the figures he came up with shocked him. The entire reservoir capacity was hundreds of millions of cubic meters. With such a scale, not to mention Maoshan County, even the Hengyue area.

It is also the only large library.

He once submitted a report to the bureau, recommending the installation of hydroelectric generating units at Wuxiu Reservoir.

His report was of course a complete mess, and the bureau leaders did not take his suggestions to heart at all.

Xu Yishan's footprints have traveled to almost every corner of the Wuxiu Reservoir. He is heartbroken that the water is wasted in vain and cannot create economic benefits. He is also angry that during severe droughts, the reservoir managers do not open the sluice gates to release water for disaster relief.

He met many people at Wuxiu Reservoir, among whom the old monk Wuxiu from Wuxiu Temple became his sworn friend.

The Wuxiu Temple on Wuxiu Mountain is a small temple with little fireworks.

The reason is that Wuxiu Mountain is located in the center of Wuxiu Reservoir, surrounded by white water. Without a boat, it is impossible to set foot on Wuxiu Mountain.

Strictly speaking, Wuxiu Mountain should become Wuxiu Mountain.

A mountain range is a winding curve, a mountain system composed of endless mountains.

On one side of the Wuxiu Mountain Range is Gushan Town, where Xu Yishan’s hometown is. On the other side of the mountain range is the source of the Hong River, and the Wuxiu Reservoir is the source of the Hong River.

When Xu Yishan saw the old monk Wu Xiu for the first time, he was immediately astonished.

The old monk Wuxiu wears a hundred-pin robe all year round. No matter how cold the weather is in winter or hot or hot, he is never seen adding or losing any robe.

There were nine incense scars burning on his head, which were as big as copper coins. There was not a single hair on his head, but his beard was very long. The beard was gray, like a fluffy clump of silk, giving him the appearance of an immortal.

It is said that since the Wuxiu Reservoir was filled with water, the old monk has never been seen going down the mountain again.

The unbuilt temple is not a big temple, it should be said to be very shabby.

A stone house built of stone, no more than two meters high, houses a large Buddha with peeling oil paint. It is the main hall of Wuxiu Temple.

In the main hall there is a futon, a drum, a bell, a wooden fish, and two tung oil lamps, either light or dark.

Every morning at dawn, the sound of bells can be heard from Wuxiu Mountain. At dusk, the sound of dusk drums can be heard from the mountain.

The bells in the morning and the drums in the evening never stop all year round.

Some people even regard the sound of bells and drums in Wuxiu Temple as their work and rest time. When the bell rings, it is time to get up. When the evening drum sounds, it is time to rest.

If the weather is fine, you can faintly hear the sound of chanting accompanied by wooden fish floating on the surface of the vast Wuxiu Reservoir.

The old monk Wu Xiu did not meet people easily. As long as the old monk did not agree to meet people who went up Wu Xiu Mountain, the people who went up the mountain would go around and around and still could not find the way into the temple.

When Xu Yishan was surveying the Wuxiu Reservoir, he heard many legends about the old monk Wuxiu. He suddenly became curious, so he bought some fragrant wax paper candles, borrowed a boat from the reservoir management office, and went to Wuxiu Mountain alone to find the old monk.

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The old monk Wuxiu seemed to know that he was coming and waited early at the temple gate to greet him.

Seeing Xu Yishan coming up, he clasped his hands and chanted a Buddha chant, and invited Xu Yishan to enter the temple.

Behind the main hall is the resting place of the old monk Wuxiu. Xu Yishan observed carefully that there was no bed in the old monk's bedroom.

A monk should first abide by the Eight Precepts. But the old monk Wuxiu took the initiative to bring out the home-brewed osmanthus wine and invited Xu Yishan to drink it with him.

There are two tall sweet-scented osmanthus trees beside Wuxiu Temple. The trunks of the trees require two people to hug each other. The tree crowns are spread out like a huge umbrella, hiding Wuxiu Temple under the tree crowns.

Back then, a wealthy man heard about these two large flowering trees and was willing to spend millions to buy them.

Someone came to see the old monk Wuxiu and expressed his willingness to pay a huge sum of money to buy the tree. The old monk only said: "If you can move it away, I, a monk, will not take any money from you."

The rich man invited experts and professional construction teams, and hundreds of people worked on Wuxiu Mountain for three days. As a result, not even the bark of the tree was touched, and people became sick and injured and left in embarrassment.

Some people say that the two sweet-scented osmanthus trees are at least a thousand years old and have become spirits. How can mortals touch them?

Osmanthus wine is the wine brewed by the old monk Wuxiu himself.

Every August, the entire Wuxiu Reservoir can smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus. The fragrance of osmanthus on Wuxiu Mountain is particularly magical. If you have a headache or brain fever, the illness will be eliminated immediately after smelling the fragrance of the flowers.

On August 15th, when the moon is at its zenith, the old monk Wuxiu will spread out a mat under the tree.

He gently shakes the branches, and the sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms from the tree will fall down one after another, covering a mat.

These sweet-scented osmanthus are what Monk Wuxiu used to make wine.

Not everyone has the chance to drink the osmanthus wine of the old monk Wu Xiu. Even in Huangshan Mountain in Maoshan County, one has only heard of its name but not seen its wine.
Chapter completed!