Wooden cottage, long pavilion and loft.

In the center, a beautiful woman was raising her legs and trimming her nails.

After hearing what the girl said, she looked absent-mindedly at the big pool thirty-three meters in front of her.

"What's the matter? I still look like my Meng family?"

As the words came, the woman suddenly frowned, and a drop of blood flowed out of her fingertips and dripped into the pool of water in front of her.

At this moment, the fragrance was filled with fragrance.

The workers around who were busy filling the pool stopped their work, closed their eyes, and sucked the smell of the pool water intoxicatedly.

Passing by the Naihe Bridge, a bowl of Mengpo soup.

Resolve the causes of the previous life and bear the next fruit.

This Mengpo soup is this pond of water.

The materials used are the endless stream of the Yellow Springs under the bridge, the other side of the river blooming on both sides, the fragments left by the creatures as they walked along the road to the Yellow Springs, and some things on the souls who are not convinced of the discipline of the underworld...

Of course, the most important material is the blood of the beautiful woman.

Mengpo soup.

The taste is eight bitter, and it smells strangely, which will lead people to the saints and cannot extricate themselves.

This is a wonderful product in the world, which can wash away all the beauty of the world.

However, only the Mengpo family understands the recipe for Mengpo soup.

It has never been passed down from generation to generation.

Just like the village on this bridge.

But now, the woman in front of the pond is unknown which generation Meng Po he is.

I don't know how many times the soup she made has been improved.

The blood finally melted into the soup, the strange fragrance dissipated, and the beautiful woman's frown frown dissipated.

Turning her head, she glared at the little girl who was still panicked in front of her:

"What are you looking at? Isn't it just a group of Taoist priests with incompetent minds?

How many Taoist priests scared you like this?

If the lord in front of Guixu came, wouldn’t you be so scared that you pee your pants?”

As he said that, the beautiful woman stood up from her seat.

He walked to the little girl, stretched out his hand, and touched her head.

"If they want to go, they let them go, and if they love to build ships, they let them build them.

Thousands of years have passed in this underworld. Since my mother-in-law’s generation, these stinky Taoist priests have been staying on the river bank...

My mother-in-law doesn’t care, my mother doesn’t care. In my generation... why should I care about them?"

This is like she comforting the little girl.

When the little girl heard this, she blinked and retorted unwillingly: "But, but... But this time, a very handsome little Taoist came, which was completely different from those guys with beards..."

"uh-huh?"

The beautiful woman glanced at her and suddenly chuckled a chuckle at the corner of her mouth: "What do I say? It turns out that it's your little girl Sichun!"

"I don't!"

The little girl said angrily: "It's time for me to find a husband for you, sister!"

"Call me, mother-in-law!" the beautiful woman pouted.

"No!"

"This is the rule!"

"Neither that!"

The little girl grimaced at her, and her tongue stretched out and grew wide: "A little bit, my mother said, if you don't get married for a day, I won't have to change my words and call you mother-in-law for a day!"

"Then you called me so smoothly the next two years ago?"

The beautiful woman was angry and stretched out her hand like a little girl's face.

The little girl ran away in a hurry, leaving behind a trace of yin energy. After she left a long way, she turned around and chuckled, "I'm giving you face to my sister and helping you establish Meng Po's prestige!"

After saying this, the little girl ran away and disappeared.

In place.

When the beautiful woman saw her leaving, she shook her head.

“Meng Po.

After thousands of years and ten thousand years, when will the water of the underworld flow dry?

Meng Po.

When will this Lingyun Ferry be abandoned in front of the Bridge of Rebirth?

Meng Po....”

Speaking of this, a chuckled suddenly appeared on the corner of the beautiful woman's mouth.

"What if he doesn't matter, my generation probably won't see it..."

After saying that, she transformed into a colorful snake, soaring into the sky.

"It's better to meet those stupid Taoists and use them to relieve their boredom..."

......

......

The water of the yellow spring, the road of the yellow spring.

Bridge of Rebirth, Ferry of the Clouds.

The black and white faces in the city of deceased death, and the future is judged in the Hall of Hell.

Looking at the Three Lives Stone on the stage, I saw that I could not see the way to rebirth.

How big is the underworld?

The north and south are not determined by the law, and the east and west will not be sunrise.

There is no sun or moon in the underworld. When you look up, you will see that except for the clouds that will press over people's heads at any time, you will occasionally reveal a little light in the sky.

The stars in the South Dipper are born, and the stars in the North Dipper are dead.

It is said that there is a great Bodhisattva in this yin dynasty, who is better than Buddha, and who saves all sentient beings.

But there is the everlasting brilliance of purple veins in the sky, and there is an endless sea of ​​darkness around it.

How can that great Bodhisattva be saved?

Can't save people.

Can't save the soul.

The only thing that can be done is to pass the Buddhists on the underworld.

lifetime.

Two lives.

Three lives.

Once the three lives pass, the accumulation of the past dust disappears, and the rebirth cannot be seen by the three lives stones. What can a great Bodhisattva who has not even attained the true fruit of Buddhism?

Just like today, the great Bodhisattva sits in a blessed land, stroking his own "big cat" in his hands.

Suddenly, disaster came from the sky...

The sound of logging outside the valley disturbed the big cat in his hand.

He bared his teeth, showing his appearance of being about to be cannibalized.

"Don't move!"

The great Bodhisattva pressed his hand on the big cat's head to stop its irritable movements.

Seeing that it was still baring its teeth, it showed a little helplessness on its face: "A few trees of appearance should be given up, they are all a group of pitiful people. They cannot cultivate immortals in the world. When they arrive in this underworld, they can help them and make a good relationship."

Under his big hand, the black cat rolled his eyes.

You can give up the tree outside this valley just by saying that you can give up?

Planted for 30,000 years!

yes!

They have one by one, and their merits are protected by the golden light...
To be continued...