"That's because I didn't know anything before!" Hua Xi pushed her away, "He has been carrying sins since birth, with countless wronged souls and countless evil spirits. How can he become a Buddha?"
"You lied to me! Brother said he just has demonic nature in his heart..."
"There are very few people in the world who know Wujiang. If he hadn't been so powerful, how could Jiyuan want to control him? As long as Wujiang becomes his puppet, then the Six Realms will be his!"
"Then, then I..." Feng Lan looked at her desperately.
"Stop your wishful thinking. It's impossible for you and him. When he wakes up, it will be the beginning of the catastrophe in the world. If you are really loyal to the demon world, you can kill him to prevent him from taking away everything that belongs to you in the future!"
Feng Lan backed away in shock, then her legs weakened and she fell to the ground.
"how so?"
"You love the wrong person." Hua Xi said.
Feng Lan was stunned for a moment, and finally lowered her head, burying her head in her knees, despairing of all thoughts, and crying in agony.
Hua Xi glanced at her, turned around and left without wanting to pay any more attention.
The wind blew by the Wangchuan River, and the lush trees by the river were covered with white ribbons.
In the legends of the ghost world, every ribbon is filled with the love and hatred left by people who drank Mengpo soup in their previous lives.
As long as you drink that bowl of soup and walk across the Naihe Bridge, everything in your past life will be left behind.
But Po Meng sealed those memories on these white ribbons and let them hang by the Wangchuan River, floating in the wind for life after life.
Forever forgotten.
At this time, behind a tree on the bank of Wangchuan River, Wujiang leaned his back against the thick trunk, and a ribbon gently brushed his face.
This tree was not too far away from Hua Xi and Feng Lan, and he clearly heard many of what they said.
"Having sin since birth..." he murmured, with a blank and innocent expression on his face, "Why?"
Just as I was thinking about it, an old woman with silver hair and a cane came staggering over.
In her old and skinny hands, she held many white ribbons.
Step by step, she walked slowly over, found a tree with fewer ribbons, then stood on tiptoes with difficulty, and used crutches to hang the ribbons on the branches one by one.
Seeing this, Wujiang hurried over to help.
"Let me help you." He took the ribbons, and because of his height, he hung the white ribbons on the branches effortlessly.
The old woman was hunched over, but she raised her head and looked at him. She narrowed her cloudy eyes to see clearly.
"Mother-in-law, what are these?" Wujiang asked.
"It's a human life!" the old woman said hoarsely.
"A human life?" Wujiang wondered, "Are these ribbons?"
The old woman nodded, "When a person dies, his life is recorded on these ribbons."
"Is everyone's life spent on it?" Wujiang asked.
"That's right."
"What about the demons?"
"As long as you walk across the Naihe Bridge, you will be there."
Wujiang raised his head and looked at the snow-white ribbons all over the tree, "So, as long as you find your own ribbon, you can see your past life?"
"Hehehe..." The old woman suddenly laughed, "Young man, what do you want to do in the past life? The past life has passed, so let him go."
"But, some things are destined from the past life." Wujiang said in a harsh voice.
He still wants to see what his previous life was like?
"If you are too persistent, your life will be bitter."
