Chapter six hundred and eighty seventh: Meng Po wakes up
After taking in Xuan Qing's soul, the gourd became obviously much heavier.
Ding Xiaoyi took the gourd and shook it. He didn't know if Xuan Qing heard it, but said to himself: "Actually, we are quite similar, but I have never used innocent people to raise leeks. You are not as good as me in farming."
, you are not as good as me as a person, but... when it comes to infatuation, you are better than me."
Chai Rong was shocked when she heard the words and looked at Ding Xiaoyi. She didn't know whether she was talking about Xuan Qing or herself.
"Let's go!"
After Ding Xiaoyi sighed, he no longer cared about other things and took Chai Rong back to Yizhuang.
They encountered Fatty's body on the way, and Ding Xiaoyi did not forget to put his head next to him.
When the two of them walked into Yizhuang, the air was still filled with the thick smell of blood.
Whenever I open my mouth and take a breath, I feel like I'm drinking a mouthful of blood, my mouth is sweet and fishy.
The ground was strewn with the corpses of villagers.
Ding Xiaoyi ignored these corpses and took Chai Rong to the merit tree.
After he took out the gourd, the merit tree seemed to sense something. It stretched out a vine, rolled up the gourd, and immediately put the gourd into the hole of the tree.
Suddenly, a scream of ghosts and wolves howling came from the tree hole.
A gloomy wind blew, and the two of them immediately felt a wave of resentment pouring out of the tree hole.
There was a strange sound in the wind and there was a lot of resentment.
Seeing this, Chai Rong seemed to feel something. She walked forward, knelt under the tree, clasped her hands together, and silently recited a convoluted eulogy.
This was when Po Meng took her in, and before she had thought about what to teach her, she randomly took out an early Sutra of Divination and Recitation and recited it to her.
Unexpectedly, this unintentional move turned out to be of great use at this moment.
As Chai Rong silently recited the eulogy, the Merit Tree actually resonated with it.
The forest leaves automatically flapped together in the absence of wind, forming a strange melody.
"The soul comes back and goes to the king's eternal stem... A man has grown up for thousands of years, but the soul is still hanging around... The soul energy returns to the sky, and the body returns to the earth."
As a eulogy was sung, the angry wails gradually died down.
For a moment, wisps of brilliance flickered in the plum blossoms, turning into more and more fluorescent dots.
At this moment, Pang Pang, who was standing behind Po Meng, suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of joy in his eyes, and saw the mirror in front of him.
The plum blossom tree behind Po Meng was shining brightly with fluorescent light, forming a large ray of light that enveloped Po Meng who was possessed by the devil.
After a while, Po Meng's eyes gradually became somewhat clear.
The demonic smoke from his body suddenly began to dissipate.
Upon seeing this, Pangpang hurriedly waved his hand, and a ray of Buddha's light shone into the mirror.
Pulled out Ding Xiaoyi and Chai Rong who were in the subconscious level.
Their eyes flickered, and when they saw what was in front of them clearly, they found that they had returned to Po Meng's main consciousness.
The plum tree in front of her grew brighter and brighter, shrouding Po Meng's body.
It restored Meng Po's hair to its former black appearance.
"Success!"
Ding Xiaoyi felt relieved, and suddenly felt that his face hurt, his waist was no longer sore, and even his legs and feet felt better.
He touched it with his hand and found that the injury on his face had recovered as before.
Just when he was secretly happy, Chai Rong suddenly pulled him and pointed forward quietly with his hand.
Ding Xiaoyi followed his fingers and looked, and his pupils suddenly tightened.
He was surprised and said: "Great Emperor!!"
I saw in front of me the place where Po Meng usually made tea. I don't know when a man appeared. It was none other than the owner of Youshan, the real master of the underworld and the underworld, Emperor Dongyue Tianqi Rensheng.
His appearance really shocked everyone, even Pangpang felt a little surprised.
I saw him boiling tea and taking a sip: "The tea soup tastes good."
"Who are you!"
Po Meng slowly raised her head and looked at the strange man in front of her.
But the emperor did not respond to her. Instead, he sipped the fragrant tea and said: "The world is in turmoil. There are too many ghosts, too many loves, hates, and too many obsessions to let go. If we continue, humanity will be destroyed, and ghosts will be destroyed."
No way."
"What does this have to do with me!" Po Meng asked coldly.
"I will give you a prescription. After drinking it, it will make those wandering souls forget about their past lives and give them a chance to be reincarnated."
As he spoke, the emperor placed a piece of paper on the table.
Pangpang stared at it with wide eyes, trying to steal the secret of Meng Po Soup, but he didn't know that it looked like a blank piece of paper.
"I wiped it, and it was encrypted??" Pangpang curled his lips when he saw this, secretly scolding Po Meng for being stingy, and wasting so much effort to save her.
Po Meng looked at the blank piece of paper and couldn't help frowning: "Go find someone else, I'm not interested."
Faced with Meng Po's refusal, the emperor was neither angry nor persuasive. He only said: "Fate has a way with people, and things are unpredictable. Some people just make one mistake, one step at a time, and maybe there is a chance to start all over again."
As he said that, he stood up and walked out: "From now on, you can be the God of the Underworld, in charge of the gate of reincarnation, and give the dead souls in the world a chance to be human again, including you and him."
After saying that, the great emperor disappeared from sight.
Po Meng held Xuan Qing's body, knelt and sat on the ground in silence for a long time, and finally walked silently to the white paper.
Slowly stretch out your hand.
"If you accept this prescription, you will no longer be able to set foot in the world of the sun, until the world breaks apart, reincarnation is closed, and the underworld collapses. Think about it again..."
A woman's voice came from nowhere, telling Po Meng the price of accepting this prescription.
Hearing this, Po Meng was stunned for a moment, then stood up and looked around.
"I once thought that I could stay away from the secular world, but the secular world told me that having a wealthy partner and a Dharma ground is a necessity for spiritual practice.
I once thought that I could be as ruthless as a dry well, but a silver hairpin messed up my thoughts.
I thought I could save him, but ended up hurting him.
If I could start over again, I would..."
I saw that Po Meng didn't know what she thought of when she finished speaking, and her eyes suddenly became hazy.
A teardrop fell down along his chin and landed squarely on the prescription. Suddenly the white paper shone brightly.
Three words appeared clearly on it; [Meng Po Soup]
At the same time, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt a strong sense of rejection coming over him. Before he could think about it, he heard Pangpang's cold shout: "How long will it take if I don't wake up now?"
Accompanied by a spinning sensation of falling, Ding Xiaoyi and Chai Rong, who were standing beside Po Meng, trembled violently.
It took a while before he opened his eyelids.
When he looked again, he found that the two of them were sitting on the ground.
The mind has returned to the physical body, but Po Meng did not sit on the stone.
The two of them stood up in a daze and found that Po Meng and Pangpang were sitting at the table in the thatched house, with tea boiling on the table.
It seemed that a long time had passed since the two of them woke up.
After seeing the two of them wake up, Po Meng waved her hand and motioned for them to come forward and sit down.
As soon as he sat down, a cup of tea was brought to him, which made him feel flattered.
Looking at Mrs. Meng again, it turned out that Mrs. Meng finally didn't have that cold face facing her at this moment.
"I was the one who was rude before. I need your help this time because I owe you a favor."
It was rare for Po Meng to speak to him like this. Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt light and airy all over, and he quickly said politely: "Rong'er helps me everywhere. Without her, I couldn't do it."
Ding Xiaoyi's compliments made Chai Rong's face turn rosy again.
Meng Poquan pretended not to see it and turned back to Pangpang: "There is no need to talk about this matter anymore. This favor is here. No matter how unhappy I am, I will stand by you this time."
"you are welcome!"
Not to mention Ding Xiaoyi, even Pangpang has rarely seen Mrs. Meng being so polite to him.
At this time, Po Meng picked up the tea cup in her hand, put it in her hand and took a sip.
"You're here to pick up Datou, right? It's at the pig farm at the back. As for the land rental, I'll go say hello later, and I won't ask anything about it. You can take Datou to the front farm later.
The Land and Boundary Department will just handle the formalities."
Seeing that Mrs. Meng was bringing tea, Pangpang didn't stay long anymore and nodded: "That's very good. In this case, we will leave."
With that said, he and Ding Xiaoyi stood up, said goodbye and left.
Chai Rong wanted to send her off, but Po Meng suddenly sneezed, causing Chai Rong to stop and sit there obediently, watching Ding Xiaoyi wave goodbye.
Seeing Chai Rong's lost expression, Po Meng put down the tea cup in her hand, stood up and walked into the house with a look of hatred on her face.
Before leaving, he did not forget to say: "Don't dig into the haystacks in the future, and you won't be afraid of being bitten by insects!"
Chai Rong immediately understood what Meng Po meant. Her face turned red to her ears. She chased after her and said coquettishly, "Mother Meng!!"
On the other side, Ding Xiaoyi and Pangpang walked along the path toward the pig pen.
As he walked away, Ding Xiaoyi sighed: "It's a pity. I really didn't expect this to be the result in the end."
Pangpang paused when he heard this, looked at Ding Xiaoyi sideways, and asked with a smile: "What's the result?"
"Ugh... I didn't expect to meet my colleagues."
Ding Xiaoyi saw something was wrong with Pang Pang's expression, so he had to say it tactfully.
Unexpectedly, Pangpang burst out laughing when he heard this and patted him on the shoulder: "You just think that Xuan Qing grows leeks like you, but you don't think about what people often say."
"What??"
Ding Xiaoyi looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Pangpang stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Who would admit that they are not good at all? In dreams, it's usually the other way around."
“The other way around??”
Ding Xiaoyi was suddenly startled. He stood there for a moment. It took him a while to figure out the meaning, and his heart suddenly tightened: "Isn't it him?"