Three Thousand Weak Waters

Under Jinguan City, there are three thousand weak waters. Twelve invitations, twelve mortals. Those guarding the bridge wait for one person to return, those guarding the stove wait for one person to cook, and those guarding the platform wait for one person to sing. They each have their own obsessions and want to trace the river of time, but they don't know that deep in the puzzle, there is a forgotten agreement waiting for them. The first decoction is bitter, then the second decoction is sweet, and the third time it is brewed it is light. The water was not crossed and snow fell all over the city. It turns out that three thousand weak waters are just regrets that Chengdu spent three thousand years to catch. Mo Dao: Three thousand people are all weak in water, and the world has its own ferry boat.