"Damn it!" the woman said angrily, "What did she do to me?"
"Who?" Yu Sheng was confused. It would be the same if a monster emerged from the jar in the wine cellar.
The expression on the woman's face changed from anger to hatred, "That proud, arrogant, evil and..."
She uttered three adjectives in succession, but the woman's voice became hoarse and hoarse, as if there was a rope strangling her neck.
Her face was even red from holding her breath.
"Beautiful...beautiful", the woman struggled to say these two words, and her face improved.
The surprise in her heart was indescribable. What did the woman who sealed her do to her, or was she nearby?
Thinking of this, the woman panicked, looked for the exit of the wine cellar and flew out, because neither the umbrella nor the sword could hurt him, and Aunt Qing did not stop her.
"Who is she?" Yu Sheng asked his aunt. If the person sealed was an evil monster, it would be his fault if it was released to cause trouble.
The little aunt looked confused. She really didn't know there was such a thing in the wine cellar.
"Don't run away, at least satisfy my desire to be curious." Seeing that she couldn't hurt him, Yu Sheng chased after her and shouted.
The woman who had just flown to the eaves was facing the sea without looking back, but her body froze after hearing Yu Sheng's words.
"You beautiful bastard!" the woman yelled to the sky. The curses and compliments canceled each other out, so that she would not suffer.
In order not to let Yu Sheng see it, the woman slowly turned around and said coldly: "Listen up, I am the God of Dushuo, the Lord of all ghosts, and the guardian of the ghost city, Meng Po."
After saying that, before waiting for the rest of her life to ask for a bowl of Meng Po soup, the woman turned around and flew into the sky, and soon disappeared without a trace.
"Hey, do you sell soup?" Yu Sheng asked the sky with his feet jumping, but the sky didn't answer.
"It's her!" Aunt Qing, who was following behind, remembered.
"Who is she?" Yu Sheng turned around and asked.
This woman said a lot, but Yu Sheng didn't understand it clearly, but the Lord of the Bridge might still understand.
"The Lord of all ghosts, the ghost fairy who founded the ghost city in legend. Because her surname is Meng, she is called Po Meng by the world." Aunt Qing said.
It turns out that she is also an immortal, but also a ghost immortal. No wonder my aunt can't do anything to her.
Aunt Qing raised the long sword turned into an oil-paper umbrella in her hand, "This sword is called the War Soul Order, and it is exactly the sword of Po Meng."
She turned her sword into an umbrella and looked at the sky in the direction where Po Meng disappeared, with a worried look on her face that made Yu Sheng feel uneasy in her heart.
In my previous life, I heard countless stories about a slut accidentally releasing a devil, but I didn’t expect that he would also become the protagonist today.
"Is this Mrs. Meng a good ghost?" Yu Sheng carefully verified.
Aunt Qing shook her head, "There is no absolute good or absolute evil in the world. Po Meng believes that turning into a ghost is the shortcut for human cultivation."
Seeing Yu Sheng's confusion, Aunt Qing lowered her head and said, "Demon transformation into a human being is a hurdle for a demon's cultivation. What is the hurdle for a human's cultivation?"
Of course, it is enlightenment. Life spans only a few decades, and it is not easy to attain enlightenment and step onto the path to immortality. Therefore, Po Meng believed that ghosts are the beginning of people becoming immortals.
The years of ghosts are too long to be remembered, and there is naturally plenty of time for enlightenment.
"But not everyone becomes a ghost after death." Yu Sheng said.
Ghosts become ghosts due to obsession. Those who have no worries will inevitably be reincarnated.
"The soul is immortal, it is just reincarnation. Reincarnation continues, and one day it will become a ghost." Aunt Qing said.
The ghost fairy Meng Po calls this the ghost path and thinks it is a way to benefit mankind and get rid of evil beasts.
For this reason, she went to the extreme of turning living people into ghosts.
"After Meng Po understood this Tao, every time she killed someone, her Taoism would increase by one point." Aunt Qing said.
Yu Sheng was stunned when he heard this. This cultivation method was the most evil one he had ever heard in Yu Sheng. "Does the way of heaven allow such an evil way to exist?"
"There are more than three thousand avenues, and heaven and earth are not benevolent, why not allow it?" Aunt Qing told Yu Sheng that Po Meng's way of cultivation is said to come from ghost writings.
In witchcraft belief, ghost writing is a heavenly writing, a writing written by ghosts.
"Then why is she in the jar?" Yu Sheng said, this person is so powerful, why is she hiding in the jar?
Aunt Qing talked about the old news from twenty years ago, when the Lord of all ghosts was driven out of the ghost gate by the two gods Shen Tu and Yu Lei.
Just when everyone thought that Po Meng would cause trouble in the world, she quickly disappeared. It must have been that she was sealed in a jar at that time.
"My mother?" Yu Sheng was surprised and happy. He was happy that his mother actually had such ability, but he was shocked that the blame must be placed on him.
And there is no need to think about it anymore. Based on what Aunt Qing just said about Po Meng’s behavior, letting her out in the rest of her life will definitely lead to big trouble.
Yu Sheng clasped his hands together and said, "The king of the Eastern Wilderness is above, and the gods and Buddhas in the heavens bless me. Don't let Po Meng do evil and kill innocent people indiscriminately."
"I will never make a wish on my birthday for the rest of my life. Today is the first time. You must help me." Yu Sheng muttered.
"Don't worry." Aunt Qing said, "I was too hasty just now, so I couldn't do anything to her. If she dares to cause trouble in Yangzhou City, I can't spare her."
"You sound like the city lord." Yu Sheng said.
"I..." Aunt Qing held back.
She rolled her eyes and said, "You are the commander of the Ghost Suppression Department. It is your fault that the ghosts and immortals are causing trouble. My aunt is thinking about you."
This reason is impeccable.
"Thank you, auntie, let's go, please come in for dinner." Yu Sheng held her arm.
"Is there any wine?"
"Yes, Qimu wine."
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"There are only a few altars of flower carvings, and they have been hidden for five or six years. Wouldn't it be a pity to finish them before the holidays?" Yu Sheng said.
Aunt Qing also made sense after thinking about it, and couldn't help but think about the recent festival, "I remember that your hanging day is in the middle of July..."
It is a custom in the town to hang a bow on the door when a child is born, so the birthday is also called the "Hanging Arc" day.
"It's the day when ghosts travel." Yu Sheng said, "That's why the old man never celebrates my birthday."
Half of the seventh month is the Ghost Walking Day. On this day every year, when two months merge into one, it is the time when ghost power is at its strongest.
On this day, hundreds of ghosts are rampant, and each household must place incense tables and offerings at the door, otherwise it is likely to attract hundreds of ghosts to knock on the door.
Over time, this day was also known as Ghost Festival.
The old man often told Yu Sheng that Ghost Festival is a festival for ghosts, and it is unlucky for ordinary people to celebrate it, so Yu Sheng has never celebrated his birthday since he was a child.
This is a reason, Aunt Qing said: "July and a half is coming soon this year, and my little aunt has decided to let you celebrate your birthday."
This gives you a reason to drink.
I don’t celebrate birthdays for the rest of my life, but I was expecting a gift from my aunt, so I didn’t object.
After saying that, he returned to the lobby. After hearing half of the sentence, Bai said happily: "It's the shopkeeper's birthday? Congratulations, shopkeeper, for living another year."
This is a shameless saying, but it is a blessing that people in Dahuang often say on birthdays. This is also the reason why I don’t like birthdays in my life.
"Good morning, there's still half a month left." Yu Sheng sat down.
"Who were you shouting to outside just now?" Ye Zigao said, he heard Yu Sheng asking someone to buy soup.
Now I am depressed for the rest of my life, and I feel that Bai Gaoxing’s blessing just now is suitable for next year. It will be worthy of celebration if I live to see it.
After all, he is a ghost fairy. Even if my aunt says that he can be dealt with, for the rest of my life, I still think it is better not to provoke Po Meng.
When he didn't want to provoke him for the rest of his life, Po Meng, who had escaped, hated him.
"What the hell?" Po Meng looked at the palm of her hand that was patting the bun Tianling Gai but couldn't take it down, "What did that kid do?"
Baozi didn't know that there was a ghost floating on his head, but he was still happily counting the pocket money he had earned these days.