White tea legend

Chapter 267: Fountain of the Soul
Carrying Baicha on his back, Lu Yu followed Taoist Qingyun, crossing the waterfall and passing through the cave. The scene before them amazed them. The spring of the soul was right in front of them. The spring water was crystal clear and emitted a faint light, as if it had magical power.

The surrounding flowers, plants and trees all seemed to be particularly vibrant, and seemed to grow more luxuriantly on this land. Lu Yu and Taoist Qingyun walked to the spring and saw a huge stone in the middle of the spring, with four big characters "Spring of the Soul" engraved on it.

Finally arrived at the destination.

Lu Yu gently put down the white tea and looked at Taoist Qingyun: "Master, can this spiritual spring really cleanse the evil spirit hidden in my wife's body?"

Taoist Qingyun nodded, but said: "It's just that the evil spirits are cruel and stubborn. Even if this spiritual spring has magical power, it can't dispel the evil spirits overnight."

Lu Yu understood that this was a protracted battle.

So together with Taoist Qingyun, they built a simple thatched hut beside the Fountain of the Soul for the two of them to live in.

Following Taoist Qingyun's instructions, Lu Yu gently placed the white tea into the spring water to soak it.

In the spring water, Bai Cha's body quietly changed, the human form faded, and a tea tree appeared. A cold black smoke wrapped around the Bai Cha tree, which was the evil spirit that had been lurking in Bai Cha.

The appearance of the evil spirit made the originally peaceful spiritual fountain suddenly become oppressive. The black smoke tightly wrapped around the white tea tree like a living thing, trying to erode her life. Under the attack of the evil spirit, the leaves of the white tea tree began to wither and turn yellow, and the vitality gradually disappeared.

Seeing this, Lu Yu became anxious.

"Master, what should I do? Please save my wife. If the evil spirit continues to invade, the white tea tree will not be able to survive, and my wife will not be able to live."

Taoist Qingyun, who was meditating nearby, was not in a hurry. He said to Lu Yu, "I heard that before Mr. Lu was reincarnated as a human, he was a divine doctor in the Heavenly Realm Baicao Garden. This White Tea Fairy is a white tea tree that you have taken care of. Once upon a time, the White Tea Fairy sacrificed herself to save the people of the world, and her body withered. Divine Doctor Lu Yu worked hard to irrigate her for five hundred years before he brought her back to life and brought her back to life."

After hearing what Taoist Qingyun said, Lu Yu took action without delay.

Lu Yu was extremely anxious. He hurriedly scooped up water from the fountain of the soul with both hands, splashing water everywhere, and ran towards the white tea tree in a disorderly pace. His movements seemed so flustered that he almost fell several times, and water drops slipped through his fingers, and the precious spring water stained the ground. Lu Yu frowned, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously murmured to himself: "Come and help, I must save her."

The evil spirit's voice was like an icy blade, piercing Lu Yu's heart: "Mortal, do you think you can change the cycle of fate? Five hundred years is not comparable to your short life. Bai Cha will definitely be doomed this time. Everything you have done is in vain! Lu Yu, remember, you are no longer the ancient god of medicine, but an ordinary mortal."

As the evil spirit laughed, the black smoke it transformed into began to twist more violently. The black smoke was like a living snake-like monster, circling around the white tea tree. There seemed to be thousands of twisted faces hidden in the smoke, and they were grinning grimly, as if enjoying Lu Yu's powerlessness and despair. The black smoke sometimes expanded and sometimes contracted, as if playing with Lu Yu's hope. Every twist weakened the vitality of the white tea tree.

Lu Yu could feel the life of the white tea tree was fading rapidly. He was at a loss and knelt beside the tree, his tears mixing with the soil. "My wife, what should I do? I can't just watch you disappear!" He growled hoarsely, his heart filled with endless pain and unwillingness.

At this most desperate moment, Taoist Qingyun walked up to Lu Yu and said calmly: "Lu Yu, remember that you are the miracle doctor of Baicao Garden. You have the power to heal all things in your hands."

Lu Yu was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath, no longer letting panic control him, closed his eyes, and carefully poured the water from the fountain of the soul on the roots of the white tea tree. His movements became gentle and firm, and one could almost see that his heart was regaining a trace of clarity from the chaos.

The black smoke of the evil spirit was still twisting, but Lu Yu no longer paid attention to the interference from the outside world. All his thoughts were focused on how to use this spring water to awaken the vitality of the white tea tree. He gently stroked the tea leaves with his hands and whispered to comfort: "My wife, hold on, we will definitely get through this difficult time."

At this time, the leaves of the white tea tree began to glow slightly. It was the water of the spiritual spring that was taking effect, and it was also the result of Lu Yu's unremitting persistence. Although the evil spirits were still clamoring, the vitality of the white tea tree seemed to have recovered a little, and this was exactly the miracle that Lu Yu expected in his heart.

……

Demon world.

The devil sat on his dark throne and suddenly felt an unusual breath. He walked out of the palace and was shocked by the scene in front of him: the white tea trees that were full of vitality had disappeared, and the devil world had returned to its previous harsh and desolate environment.

The demon king was filled with anger and confusion, and he couldn't understand how all this happened. His energy sensing told him that the white tea tree had completely severed its connection with the demon world, as if it had never existed.

"This is impossible!" the demon king roared, black flames rolling around him. "That is the master's energy, how could it be destroyed like this?"

The palace of the demon world was covered with dark clouds and the atmosphere was oppressive. The demon king was furious, and the white tea tree planted for his master disappeared silently. Suddenly, a figure knelt down in front of him. It was the demon king Zizhu.

Demon Lord Zizhu lowered his head, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty, I have something important to report."

"Speak!" The devil's voice was like the cold wind in winter, cold and biting.

The Purple Bamboo Demon Lord said: "The white tea tree disappeared, probably because your master has left the demon world."

After hearing this, the demon king expressed his disbelief: "Nonsense! My master was rescued from heaven by me. The demon world is her home. Where else can she go?"

Zizhu raised her head, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes: "If the king doesn't believe it, why not go to the castle to find out."

The demon king frowned, and after a moment, he decided to investigate in person. In an instant, his figure disappeared in the palace, and in the blink of an eye he arrived at the castle. In the castle, as the Purple Bamboo Demon Lord said, the black-clothed fairy had disappeared, leaving only a dead silence.

Just as the Demon King was furious, the messenger from the demon world came hurriedly, delivering a declaration of war: "The demon king ordered me to come and tell you to raise an army immediately and take back the lost treasure of the demon world!"

The Demon King sneered: "How dare the demon world speak so arrogantly! In this case, I will let them see the power of the demon world!"

The war between the two worlds was about to break out. At the border of the demon and monster worlds, dark clouds covered the sky, lightning and thunder roared. The Demon King and the Monster King each led their own armies, with great momentum and murderous intent.

The demon king held a magic sword, the sword light was like ink, and every swing brought gusts of wind. The demon king held a demon bead, shining brightly, and every attack was accompanied by the power of thunder.

The two armies clashed, magic and demon power intertwined, forming a series of thrilling scenes. The demon warriors displayed their unique skills and fought with all their might.

Demon Lord Zizhu did not participate in the battle, but stood aside to watch. He looked at the battlefield in front of him with mixed feelings. He knew that no matter who won or lost this battle, the demon world and the demon world would pay a huge price.

Now that the black fairy has left the castle, will the demon and monster worlds fall into the chaos of the past again?
The Purple Bamboo Demon Lord took a deep breath, turned around and left.

On the other side, with a roar from the Demon King, the two armies rushed towards each other again like a tide.

The Demon King then challenged the Monster King in single combat.

Although the Demon King was brave, he gradually felt overwhelmed by the powerful attack of the Demon King.

The battle lasted for a long time, and the demon king gradually couldn't hold on. He looked at the demon king in front of him, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart. At this time, he suddenly remembered the Purple Bamboo Demon Lord, who did not appear on the battlefield in this battle.

The demon king shouted anxiously, "Where is the Purple Bamboo Demon Lord? Why hasn't he come to protect me yet?" His voice echoed on the battlefield, but no one responded. The demon king was filled with doubts and uneasiness. He didn't understand why the Purple Bamboo Demon Lord was absent at such a critical moment.

At this moment, Demon Lord Zizhu had already left the Demon Realm and was heading towards the Fountain of the Soul.

……

When Zhou Lang arrived in Chang'an, he found that the city was bustling with people and cars, but there was no trace of Lu Yu and Bai Cha. Anxious, he turned to the Ancient Imperial Forest Tea Shop, hoping to find out some news there.

Inside the tea shop, Zhuo Lao San and Yao Si Niangzi were sorting out orders. They were overjoyed to see Zhou Lang coming. They set up a banquet at the Xinghua Tower to welcome Zhou Lang and fulfilled their hospitality.

Seeing that the two were quite affectionate, Zhou Lang asked them when they would be getting married. Zhuo Laosan and Yao Si Niang both said that they wanted to wait for their master and his wife to make the decision.

So Zhou Lang said that he came to Beijing to look for his master and his mistress, and wondered where they were now.

Zhuo Lao San and Yao Si Niang both said that Lu Yu and Bai Cha were in the palace, but they had not left the palace yet, and there was no further news. Zhou Lang heard this and recalled his encounter with Monk Jiao Ran at the post station before entering Chang'an. He was worried about Lu Yu and Bai Cha and decided to go to the palace to find out.

Zhou Lang knew that the palace rules were strict and he could not offend them, so he used tea as a medium to get through the crowd. He brought rare tea leaves and presented them to the dignitaries in the palace. He spoke humbly and behaved properly, and gradually gained the appreciation of the royal family and relatives, and was able to enter the palace.

In the palace, Zhou Lang carefully observed that the palace maids and eunuchs were busy shuttling back and forth, but they did not notice Lu Yu. He pretended to admire the scenery in the garden, but in fact he was looking for someone everywhere and accidentally entered the Imperial Garden...

"Who is that?"

In the distance, a group of palace maids and eunuchs surrounded a beauty, plump and fair, as noble as a peony.

It was Concubine Yang who had just recovered from a long illness.

Her godson An Xiaoshan went back to his hometown, and the imperial concubine found her life in the palace very boring.

The young man from Fujian who accidentally entered the Imperial Garden made the Imperial Concubine's eyes light up.

In the quaint imperial garden, Zhou Lang accidentally broke into this area that ordinary people were forbidden to enter. He came to look for Lu Yu and Bai Cha, but unexpectedly attracted the attention of the court, especially the curiosity of Concubine Yang.

Imperial Concubine Yang was a famous beauty in the palace. Her skin was as white as jade and her temperament was noble and elegant. After a long illness, she looked a little thinner, but still beautiful. Her godson An Xiaoshan went back to his hometown for some business, leaving Yang feeling bored and lonely in the palace.

That day, she was walking in the imperial garden surrounded by palace maids and eunuchs, trying to relieve some of her sorrow. At this moment, her eyes fell on Zhou Lang, a young man from Fujian. His unique temperament and exotic clothes made her feel bright.

"Who is that?" Imperial Concubine Yang asked softly, her heart full of curiosity.

The accompanying eunuch hurriedly inquired and told her that the young man was named Zhou Lang and was a tea merchant from Changxi County, Minzhong Prefecture. He got the opportunity to enter the palace by offering tea. Now he was waiting in the palace to meet the emperor, but he accidentally got lost and mistakenly entered the imperial garden.

Hearing this, Concubine Yang became even more curious and ordered someone to summon Zhou Lang to her presence. Zhou Lang knew this was a rare opportunity, so he stepped forward respectfully and performed the ritual.

"I heard that you are good at tea making. Why don't you make some for me?"

Who would disobey the orders of the Imperial Concubine?

Zhou Lang nodded in agreement.

The palace servants quickly set up tea tables, tea chairs, tea sets, and tea leaves in the imperial garden.

It is the Gongmei from Wangshan.

Zhou Lang reported to the Imperial Concubine, "Your Highness, it is a coincidence that I am from the hometown of Gongmei, Wangshan, Changxi County. I am the best at making Gongmei."

Zhou Lang said this and started to brew Gongmei skillfully.

With his skillful technique, the aroma of tea gradually spread, causing the palace maids and eunuchs present to murmur in admiration.

The imperial concubine tasted it and felt that the tea was very fragrant and had a very special taste. She could not help but praise it: "Good tea, really good tea! Your tea art is really well-deserved. What's your name?"

"My name is Zhou Lang."

"Who is Lu Yu to you?"

"It's the master."

"So you entered the palace to find out about Lu Yu, right?"

Zhou Lang saw the opportunity as coming, and hurriedly stood up and saluted to the Imperial Concubine: "I wonder if the Imperial Concubine knows the whereabouts of my master. He has been in the palace for a long time, but has not left the palace yet..."

"Come here, drive this lunatic out of the palace. No, drive him out of the capital. He is not allowed to set foot in Chang'an ever again."

Zhou Lang didn't know why he had angered the imperial concubine, but he was driven out of the palace and out of Chang'an.

Changxi white tea was also driven out of Chang'an City.

The saint granted Changxi white tea the status of tribute tea for Lu Yu's sake, but because of Lu Yu's disappearance, it was completely over. Changxi white tea not only lost its status as tribute tea, but was also forbidden to be bought and sold in Chang'an forever.

This directly affected the business of the "Gu Yulin" tea house.

Either switch to selling other teas or close down.

After discussion, Zhuo Laosan and Yao Si Niang decided that it would be better to leave Chang'an and return to Changxi with Zhou Lang.

Changxi white tea’s business in the capital has been blocked, so it’s time to go back to eastern Fujian.

Aren't there overseas businesses and livelihoods across the East China Sea?