[69 Book Bar - www.] "Let's have a bowl of Meng Po soup." I saw a woman with a kind face walking out of the pavilion.
She is Po Meng, an extremely mysterious woman. The ghost guards here all respectfully call her Po Meng. In fact, she is not old, but looks very young. If you look closely, she looks like a young girl, with delicate and smooth skin.
There is no trace of her age at all. Who would know that even she herself doesn't know how long she has been in this underworld.
She has slender willow-leaf arched eyebrows, charming eyes, a delicate and small nose, and a charming smile at the corner of her mouth, but this appearance cannot hide her already cold and indifferent heart.
It is repeated almost every day here. No matter how much people love each other, they must drink a bowl of Mengpo soup when they come to the underworld, forget about the past, reincarnate, and start over.
It is said that it is painful for a person with past life memories to live in this life, because only he can remember what happened in his previous life, but no one can resonate with him, and it is even impossible for him to find the person he loved in his previous life.
If it can be found, it will only mean that he remembers her, but she does not remember him. Instead of having such a painful unrequited love, it is better to forget the past life, let everything return to the starting point, and then start again.
Meng Po sighed slightly and looked at all the things in the world. She couldn't help but whisper softly in the sorrow of separation: "In a thousand years of reincarnation, we must pass through the Huangquan Road. Flowers on the other side of the road. Passing on the Naihe Bridge. Looking back at the hometown terrace to recall the past. A bowl of Meng Po soup."
, forget everything in the past."
After reciting this poem, as if possessing magical power, all the ghosts did not hesitate anymore, but bent down, picked up the bowl of Mengpo soup, and drank it all in one gulp.
The ghosts after drinking Meng Po soup couldn't help but let out miserable screams. It was not physical pain, but pain in the soul. After drinking this bowl of Meng Po soup, they would be the same as the real world.
All the people, things, things and emotions in it have been cut off and can no longer be remembered.
Looking at all this, Mrs. Meng's eyes were still indifferent. Perhaps after seeing too much, she would gradually become numb.
After the pain, everything calmed down, and the ghosts' eyes began to become confused and ethereal. They had forgotten anything that had happened in this life and could start over.
This is Meng Po Soup, a bowl of magical soup that can make you forget everything. No matter how deep your feelings are, they cannot be compared to this bowl of Meng Po Soup.
Ji Yeche, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but frown. It turns out that there really is Meng Po Tang in this world, and it turns out that people really go to the underworld after death.
He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, "Can Meng Po soup really make people forget everything that has happened in the world? Is it really true that no matter how deep the relationship is, it can't be worth such a bowl of soup?"
Suddenly I thought of Hu Xiaoxian again. If she really died, would she also be forced to drink Meng Po soup, and then be forced to forget everything that happened in this life?
No! Absolutely not, he must stop all this from happening. He doesn't want Hu Xiaoxian to forget, because he still owes her too much!
"Let's go, it's time for us to hit the road." Xisu took out the purple jade token in his hand and chanted a spell. Suddenly, a purple-black Taiji Gate appeared in front of them.
The ghosts followed Xisu's footsteps and walked into the purple-black Tai Chi door. In fact, the door can directly lead to the wheel of life, which is the reincarnation place of the ghosts.