Chapter 632: There is a flower mourning by the Forgotten River (42)
This hesitation made Hua Shang fall into deep self-blame. In fact, she didn't know who she loved now. She only knew that she was very sad now.
Ji Qing looked at Hua Shang who lowered her head and said nothing. There was no change on her face, but a dark light brewed in her hand that was not holding the mace. She was not a savior. In ancient times,
Under the rule of divine restraint, it's all about balance. Save one life and take another. It's a fair transaction.
Hua Shang knew the meaning of forbidden love. She lowered her head and glanced sadly at Meng Qi in her arms, then raised her head to look at forbidden love, "Can I ask you one more thing?"
Forbidden eyes flashed, without saying anything, she just smashed the black light ball in her hand towards her mace. In just a moment, the mace in her hand had completely changed, without any trace of the silvery cold light in the past.
Instead, the whole body turned black, but there was no sense of contradiction, and it smashed directly towards Hua Shang's Tianling Cap.
Immediately afterwards, the entire underworld was shaken, and the palaces of the Ten Palaces of Yama collapsed at the same time. Everyone only felt a soft "bang" sound next to their ears. Before they had time to react and panic, they lost consciousness at the same time.
Ksitigarbha, who was listening to his daily music, only felt something clever, and then he knelt down on the ground subconsciously. He could no longer hold back the expressionless Bodhisattva face, his facial features were twisted together in fear, and his whole body was shivering uncontrollably.
, it took a long time before I stood up with the help of Di Ting, who was also dizzy.
Ksitigarbha looked nervously at Di Ting, "That was just now?!"
Di Ting listened to the sound carefully, then stood up on two hind legs in a humane manner, put one hand on her hips and made a waving motion with the other, with the canine teeth in her mouth sticking out, making a fierce look.
Ksitigarbha's face twitched, and he asked with great uncertainty, "Did she really do it?!" Wasn't that ancestor still sleeping? What happened?
Di Ting landed on all fours and gave a gentle "um" to Ksitigarbha to confirm. .??.??
Then Di Ting leaned down and carefully curled up into a ball, shivering constantly.
He felt as if someone had just given him a warning look in his consciousness, which frightened him so much that he felt sick all over.
At the same time, Di Ting was a little confused. He remembered that he had heard three voices in this soul. Now two have been revealed. Who is the other one?
Ji Zang watched Di Ting lying aside and pretending to be dead. He was so shocked that he didn't even dare to go out to see what was going on outside.
After all, he is just a clone. Although the slogan "If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha" is shouted loudly, but if I really go out and poke my head and see nothing clearly, I will be dead and I will be in trouble. My life will be better.
I will still be able to see my true form in the future, but it will be a little embarrassing at most.
If his fate was bad, he would probably explain it here.
Thinking of this, Ksitigarbha sat back on the futon with a solemn look on his face. Although he was unwilling to go out to check the situation and make decisions for the underworld, he would die with dignity even if he died.
Di Ting looked at Ksitigarbha and said, "You should open the passage to the outside!"
In fact, what Ksitigarbha was worried about did not happen, because the prohibition on getting what he wanted was simply gone.
a few years later
However, the bridge was still noisy. The ghost guards were maintaining order and watching the ghosts drink Meng Po soup.
Meng Qi, a slender and strong man, wearing the linen robe he never changed for thousands of years, was concentrating on making soup.
Like a prison
As promised, the moment Hua Shang disappeared, Meng Qi's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It's a pity that Hua Shang didn't see this scene until he completely disappeared.
After that incident happened, overnight, it seemed that everyone in the underworld had forgotten the existence of Hua Shang and Jin Qing, and even the tables and chairs that Hua Shang used to take notes disappeared.
Ksitigarbha is the only one among all the people who has not been sealed by the forbidden love. When he occasionally sees Meng Qi, he always sighs softly. The seal from the ancient gods will probably not be released until the day Meng Qi's life disappears.
open.
However, I don’t know if this is Meng Qi’s luck or misfortune.
Occasionally, while Meng Qi was making soup, he would subconsciously raise his head and look across the bridge. For some reason, he always felt that there should be a person sitting there. There was a story there, a story that was closely related to him, a story that he would never forget.
, but he just couldn't remember anything.
and
Meng Qi frowned and looked at the soup he had made. This was wrong. The inheritance said that only the emotional Po Meng could make the real Po Meng soup, but a person without emotions like him would not be able to make the soup.
When did it become this color?
Meng Qi didn't think he would have feelings for anything. He wasn't enough as Mrs. Meng, and he didn't want to rush into a dead end.
At this time, a ghost's strange singing came from the distance.
In the late autumn of last year, a visitor from Dongting gave me two peony plants as a gift.
The seeds were planted in Donggao ten days ago, and the cyanotic buds grew red and broke.
This year's spring is full of flowers, and the sun shines in the clouds.
The prime minister arrived in the city with red clusters of fire, and the ministers returned in a sunny day.
When I am reserved and good-looking, I am annoyed by him when I walk.
It seems that I will still have my children and grandchildren, and I will come back to entertain my old age.
Unexpectedly, the scattered mud and sand are scattered, the rain is swallowed, the clouds are sad, and we sigh together.
Even though the orioles in the willows are still there again, the bees are playing with the butterflies in whose house are they falling?
No one picks up the fragrant and falling powder, and the ghosts wandering in dreams cannot return.
Planting trees makes me miss Guo Lai's camel, and I feel sad because of loneliness.
Sitting alone in the thatched cottage watching the autumn wind, I believe that my family is talking about color and emptiness.
Ande is a famous painter in the world, and Qianqu moves into the painting.
Before the song ended, Meng Qi's tears suddenly burst out of his eyes!
The ghost boss who was closest to Meng Qi was startled. He rushed over and asked Meng Qi with concern, "Sir, what's wrong with you!"
Meng Qi covered his face with one hand and waved to Guizha with the other hand to show that he was fine.
Meng Qi didn't know why he had such a strong reaction to a song, but when he just heard it, he just felt his heart hurt.
Gui Cha looked at Meng Qi and was so frightened that he didn't dare to leave. He just waited beside him.
It took Meng Qi a long time to regain consciousness and asked the ghost messenger, "Who is this person who dares to sing beside the Wanaihe Bridge?"
The ghost guard looked around for a moment and faced Meng Qi and said, "This person is very human. He has been here since the Ming Dynasty. Because he likes to drink and often gets in trouble, he has never been promoted. He only runs errands on and off the bridge, doing odd jobs and so on." of!"
Meng Qi felt that he had regained his composure and exhaled a long breath, "What kind of ditty is he singing?"
Guizhao hurriedly returned, "When I heard him bragging on weekdays, he seemed to say that this was a piece of music composed by himself, and the name seemed to be "Hua Shang"!" This hesitation made Hua Shang fall into deep self-blame. In fact, She doesn't know who she loves now, she only knows that she is very sad now.
Ji Qing looked at Hua Shang who lowered her head and said nothing. There was no change on her face, but a dark light brewed in her hand that was not holding the mace. She was not a savior. In ancient times, Under the rule of divine restraint, it's all about balance. Save one life and take another. It's a fair transaction.
Hua Shang knew the meaning of forbidden love. She lowered her head and glanced sadly at Meng Qi in her arms, then raised her head to look at forbidden love, "Can I ask you one more thing?"
Forbidden eyes flashed, without saying anything, she just smashed the black light ball in her hand towards her mace. In just a moment, the mace in her hand had completely changed, without any trace of the silvery cold light in the past. Instead, the whole body turned black, but there was no sense of contradiction, and it smashed directly towards Hua Shang's Tianling Cap.
Immediately afterwards, the entire underworld was shaken, and the palaces of the Ten Palaces of Yama collapsed at the same time. Everyone only felt a soft "bang" sound next to their ears. Before they had time to react and panic, they lost consciousness at the same time.
Ksitigarbha, who was listening to his daily music, only felt something clever, and then he knelt down on the ground subconsciously. He could no longer hold back the expressionless Bodhisattva face, his facial features were twisted together in fear, and his whole body was shivering uncontrollably. , it took a long time before he stood up with the help of Di Ting, who was also dizzy. .??.
Ksitigarbha looked nervously at Di Ting, "That was just now?!"
Di Ting listened to the sound carefully, then stood up on two hind legs in a humane manner, put one hand on her hips and made a waving motion with the other, with the canine teeth in her mouth sticking out, making a fierce look.
Ksitigarbha's face twitched, and he asked with great uncertainty, "Did she really do it?!" Wasn't that ancestor still sleeping? What happened?
Di Ting landed on all fours and gave Ksitigarbha a soft "um" to confirm.
Then Di Ting leaned down and carefully curled up into a ball, shivering constantly.
He felt as if someone had just given him a warning look in his consciousness, which frightened him so much that he felt sick all over.
At the same time, Di Ting was a little confused. He remembered that he had heard three voices in this soul. Now two have been revealed. Who is the other one?
Ji Zang watched Di Ting lying aside and pretending to be dead. He was so shocked that he didn't even dare to go out to see what was going on outside.
After all, he is just a clone. Although the slogan "If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha" is shouted loudly, but if I really go out and poke my head and see nothing clearly, I will be dead and I will be in trouble. My life will be better.
I will still be able to see my true form in the future, but it will be a little embarrassing at most.
If his fate was bad, he would probably explain it here.
Thinking of this, Ksitigarbha sat back on the futon with a solemn look on his face. Although he was unwilling to go out to check the situation and make decisions for the underworld, he would die with dignity even if he died.
Di Ting looked at Ksitigarbha and said, "You should open the passage to the outside!"
In fact, what Ksitigarbha was worried about did not happen, because the prohibition on getting what he wanted was simply gone.
a few years later
However, the bridge was still noisy. The ghost guards were maintaining order and watching the ghosts drink Meng Po soup.
Meng Qi, a slender and strong man, wearing the linen robe he never changed for thousands of years, was concentrating on making soup.
Like a prison
As promised, the moment Hua Shang disappeared, Meng Qi's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It's a pity that Hua Shang didn't see this scene until he completely disappeared.
After that incident happened, overnight, it seemed that everyone in the underworld had forgotten the existence of Hua Shang and Jin Qing, and even the tables and chairs that Hua Shang used to take notes disappeared.
Ksitigarbha is the only one among all the people who has not been sealed by the forbidden love. When he occasionally sees Meng Qi, he always sighs softly. The seal from the ancient gods will probably not be released until the day Meng Qi's life disappears.
open.
However, I don’t know if this is Meng Qi’s luck or misfortune.
Occasionally, while Meng Qi was making soup, he would subconsciously raise his head and look across the bridge. For some reason, he always felt that there should be a person sitting there. There was a story there, a story that was closely related to him, a story that he would never forget.
, but he just couldn't remember anything.
and
Meng Qi frowned and looked at the soup he had made. This was wrong. The inheritance said that only the emotional Po Meng could make the real Po Meng soup, but a person without emotions like him would not be able to make the soup.
When did it become this color?
Meng Qi didn't think he would have feelings for anything. He wasn't enough as Mrs. Meng, and he didn't want to rush into a dead end.
At this time, a ghost's strange singing came from the distance.
In the late autumn of last year, a visitor from Dongting gave me two peony plants as a gift.
The seeds were planted in Donggao ten days ago, and the cyanotic buds grew red and broke.
This year's spring is full of flowers, and the sun shines in the clouds.
The prime minister arrived in the city with red clusters of fire, and the ministers returned in a sunny day.
When I am reserved and good-looking, I am annoyed by him when I walk.
It seems that I will still have my children and grandchildren, and I will come back to entertain my old age.
Unexpectedly, the scattered mud and sand are scattered, the rain is swallowed, the clouds are sad, and we sigh together.
Even though the orioles in the willows are still there again, the bees are playing with the butterflies in whose house are they falling?
No one picks up the fragrant and falling powder, and the ghosts wandering in dreams cannot return.
Planting trees makes me miss Guo Lai's camel, and I feel sad because of loneliness.
Sitting alone in the thatched cottage watching the autumn wind, I believe that my family is talking about color and emptiness.
Ande is a famous painter in the world, and Qianqu moves into the painting.
Before the song ended, Meng Qi's tears suddenly burst out of his eyes!
The ghost boss who was closest to Meng Qi was startled. He rushed over and asked Meng Qi with concern, "Sir, what's wrong with you!"
Meng Qi covered his face with one hand and waved to Guizha with the other hand to show that he was fine.
Meng Qi didn't know why he had such a strong reaction to a song, but when he just heard it, he just felt his heart hurt.
Gui Cha looked at Meng Qi and was so frightened that he didn't dare to leave. He just waited beside him.
It took Meng Qi a long time to regain consciousness and asked the ghost messenger, "Who is this person who dares to sing beside the Wanaihe Bridge?"
The ghost guard looked around for a moment and faced Meng Qi and said, "This person is very human. He has been here since the Ming Dynasty. Because he likes to drink and often gets in trouble, he has never been promoted. He only runs errands on and off the bridge, doing odd jobs and so on." of!"
Meng Qi felt that he had regained his composure and exhaled a long breath, "What kind of ditty is he singing?"
Gui Cha hurriedly returned, "When I heard him brag on weekdays, he seemed to say that this was a piece of music composed by himself, and the name seemed to be "Flower Sorrow"!"