On the Naihe Bridge, Heibai Wuchang waved his mourning stick and drove out a path from the dense ghosts. Yun Xiang and the seven others followed them and headed towards the center of the bridge.

Soon, Yun Xiang met the legendary Meng Po. As in the legend, he was a hunched old woman with silver hair and a more famous big pot next to her. The soup in the pot was gray-brown and rolled continuously without heating.

Seeing Hei Bai Wuchang and Yun Xiang and the others coming over, Meng Po had already blocked the middle of the bridge and slowly spoke: "The old woman has seen two envoys."

Xie Bi'an said lightly: "I have seen Meng Po. I have something important to do and can't be polite. Please forgive me."

Meng Po shook her head and smiled, "It's okay, it's okay, the two envoys are busy, so naturally there is no need to be polite to me, a leisurely person. By the way, these people were actually escorted by the two envoys, but is there anything special about their identity?"

Xie Bi'an quickly shook his head and said, "There is nothing special. I just met the god of Yulongshan who sent a few ghosts, so I took them back to Fengdu City for trial. Meng Po was too worried."

Meng Po was stunned when she heard this and looked at Yun Xiang and the others. The Nine-tailed Lady quickly brought the fine ghost and the clever insect forward and said, "Meng Po, I am the god of Longshan Mountain. I accidentally found several trapped ghosts in the mountain, so I sent them to the Yin Si for trial. Please give up a way."

Meng Po stared at the immortal talisman held by Mrs. Nine-tailed, and looked at it for a long time before she smiled and said, "It turns out that she is a mountain god. She personally sent the ghosts to the underworld. She is considered a dedicated person. However, this underworld also has the rules of the underworld. If these ghosts want to cross the bridge, I still have to ask a few questions."

After saying that, she no longer paid attention to Heibai Wuchang and the Nine-Tailed Lady, but said to Yun Xiang and the others: "Since you have come to the Yinsi, you should first cut off the grudges of the previous life. I have a bowl of forgetful soup here, but for you to eliminate the sins of the previous life, you will drink the soup and go to Fengdu City for trial."

Yun Xiang was prepared for this and hurriedly said, "When Meng Po is worried, I have been doing everything in my life. I just want to be judged fairly in front of the Hall of Yama. It is not in vain to live this life. I don't think you have to drink this soup."

When Meng Po heard this, she frowned and her eyes shot towards Yun Xiang like lightning, and said again: "Do you know that if you don't drink my Forgetful Soup, when you go to the judge of the Hall of Yama, all your secrets will be exposed and cannot be hidden at all. Some unintentional mistakes may lead to great cause and effect. At the least, it will damage your good deeds, and at the worst, it will lead to endless suffering in the eighteenth level of hell. Have you thought about all these?"

Yun Xiang smiled and said, "A gentleman is open and honest, but a villain is always worried. I ask myself that I have a clear conscience in my life, and I am not afraid of others from looking at my words and deeds. I should leave this forgetfulness to those in need."

After hearing this, Meng Po sighed slightly and said helplessly: "Well, since you insist on refusing, you don't have to drink it anymore. You can go over."

Yun Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, nodded secretly to Heibai Wuchang, and then walked over Mengpo and walked forward.

Meng Po came to Hu Ning again and said, "I think you are not old, but the heavenly court is full. You must have been a noble family man before your lifetime. I think you have done a lot of ridiculous things. Don't you need this forgetfulness?"

Hu Ning smiled and said, "Old lady, you are wrong. I used to practice with my master in the mountains. Apart from my brothers, I have never seen anyone else. I am always obsessed with the way of practice and never even beat mosquitoes to death. So how can I do ridiculous things? I don't need this forgetfulness."

Meng Po looked at Hu Ning's eyes, and saw that his eyes were extremely clear and he was extremely open-minded, so he had to say, "Well, then you can go there too."

After saying that, she came to Wuzhiqi again. Before she could speak, she heard Wuzhiqi laughing and said, "Old woman, why not tell you that I have done many evil things in my life and killed countless people, but I have always been proud of it. Even if I am sent to the eighteenth level of hell, it will be worth it. If I let me drink your forgetful soup and forget the evil things I have done in this life, it would be no different from killing me."

Meng Po sighed helplessly: "It seems that you must be a wicked person for ten lifetimes. The old woman gave you this soup of forgetfulness, but it was a bit of a waste. You go over."

After saying that, she came to Jiang Ji again with a calm face and said slowly: "What about you, brother?"

Jiang Ji's eyes narrowed, he looked at Meng Po coldly, and after a while, he said, "No need." After that, he walked behind Wuzhiqi.

Meng Po was already disappointed at this time and sighed: "Two envoys, you brought these four people, but none of them would drink my Forgetful Soup. It's really rare to be tight."

Xie Bi'an sneered: "Meng Po, there are still many truly open-minded people in this world. It seems that everyone may not want you. We will take them to Fengdu City for trial and say goodbye."

After saying that, he winked at everyone and hurriedly wanted to leave.

However, before everyone could take a few steps, Meng Po suddenly heard him say, "Wait a minute." Before he finished speaking, everyone felt a flash in front of them, and Meng Po had already blocked in front of them again.

Xie Bi'an frowned and said, "Meng Po, what do you mean?"

Meng Po ignored him, but walked directly to Jiang Ji again and said, "Brother, I can feel that there seems to be a trace of bad luck on you for a long time. Could it be that you can really have a clear conscience?"

Jiang Ji frowned, shook his head, and wanted to bypass Meng Po and continue moving forward. Unexpectedly, Meng Po flashed again and still blocked his face and continued: "Young man, I think you are not a person who is unforgivable. Those wrong things you did accidentally in the world will cause others to suffer. Every time you think of them, they will definitely make you suffer in your heart. What is there to cherish these memories for you? It would be better to give them up earlier, and you can end up relaxing."

Meng Po’s words successfully aroused Jiang Ji’s thoughts.

Over the years, as he successfully eliminated a little bad luck, he also evoked some of his memories of Gonggong.

Although he still cannot remember that he was a Communist, he often saw the collapse of Mount Buzhou and the sufferings suffered by the people of the world in his dreams. He vaguely felt that these seemed to be because of his faults. Therefore, over the years, his psychological pressure has become heavier and he will take the initiative to ask for a way to come to the underworld to find a way to atone for sins.

After hearing Meng Po's words, his eyes finally showed a look of thought, and he said in a deep voice: "Give up is not atonement." This sentence has six words, which is extremely rare for Jiang Ji, and it is enough to show that his mood is not peaceful at this time.

When Meng Po saw that Jiang Ji finally reacted, she was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "Young man, once the sins in this world are committed, no matter how much you spend, it is difficult to redeem them. My Buddha said that everything in the world has cause and effect. The cause of your mistakes back then has caused the result of today's result. Things have become a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed at all. Today's result is also the cause of more sins in the future, and the cycle of cause and effect is endless. If you really want to atone for your sins, it is better to make up your mind to cut off the cause and effect to be liberated."

"Cut off cause and effect?" Jiang Ji savored Meng Po's words and fell into deep thought.

Meng Po continued to temptuously and said: "Yes, it is precisely to cut off cause and effect. Everything is caused by you. Only when you kill yourself can you cut off cause and effect. As long as you drink my forgetfulness soup, you will no longer be you and have nothing to do with the past. From then on, there will be no cause and effect. Everything will start from scratch. Isn't it the result you want the most?"

While speaking, a porcelain bowl appeared out of thin air in Meng Po's hand. With a wave of his hand, a stream of soup flew out of the big pot next to him and fell into the porcelain bowl. She handed the porcelain bowl to Jiang Ji, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

On the other hand, Jiang Ji was staring at the porcelain bowl with a hesitant look in his eyes. Obviously, Meng Po's words did make him feel a little moved.
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