"Come in!"
Chu Wangxian listened to the sound and gently pushed into the temple, and his eyes were half-human.
In the midst of this catastrophe, I don't know what kind of broth it is, and the stumps of the skull are terrifying.
And the color of this soup is even greener, which is more terrifying than the river polluted by chemicals.
Next to the cauldron, there is an old grandmother who stirs soup, wrinkled all over her body, and her body is bent, if you don't say it, it must be Meng Po at first glance.
But Chu Wangxian knew that this old woman was not Meng Po.
"What a soup!"
Chu Wangxian glanced at it and said.
In the Three Ways River, there are not only corpse ghosts, but also more monsters that feed on ghosts.
The soup is boiled with male meat, and it is recorded in the "General Examination of Literature" that Xiongbo eats ghosts, that is, a kind of monster that feeds on beautiful painted skin ghosts.
Although this soup is ugly, it can beautify your face when you eat it.
Women's grooming is used in everything, such as hyaluronic acid, which is extracted from the vitreous humor of chicken comb and bull's eye.
For example, sheep placenta, extracted from the liver of lamb embryos, this male soup is fine, boiled and eaten directly.
The old woman took a bowl casually and scooped a bowl for Chu Wangxian.
Chu Wangxian was not polite, he tasted some of it, swallowed a cold feeling in his abdomen, and inexplicably felt his skin brighter and brighter.
Of course, Chu Wangxian didn't eat much, it's not good to eat too much and become a sissy, this is originally the soup that women drink.
"Thank you, Aunt Xiu!"
Xiugu is Meng Po's maid, but this maid is not an ordinary maid, a maid who can catch monsters in the Santu River, that is an immortal.
"When you appear in this life, Miss is going to be sad again, so it's better to stay a few more days."
After hearing this, Chu Wangxian couldn't wait to hit his head against the wall, he came to do the right thing, but he was not a stormy person, and Xiu Gu was too wide.
"Don't worry, I'll just say a few words and leave."
Chu Wangxian put down the empty bowl heavily, didn't say anything, and walked directly through the main house of the small temple and entered the inner room.
Behind the screen in the inner room, on the screen is the riverside people who are isolated from the cold river, and the candlelight sets off a figure on the screen, faintly, Chu Wangxian is standing outside the screen and talking.
"Meng Po, thank you!"
"Thank me for what?"
The sound behind the screen is soft.
"Thank you for showing up."
Chu Wangxian walked to the Santu River, just trying his luck, and he didn't expect to really see Meng Po, and only if Meng Po wanted to see him, this small temple would appear.
Of course, the Meng Po behind the screen is not the Meng Po on the bridge.
Meng Po was originally just one person, the second princess of the Emperor of Heaven.
It's just that the second princess stands on the Nai He Bridge every day, so on the Nai He Bridge in the ghost world, there is a Meng Po who spreads.
Later, it was even more false, and Meng Po became a profession.
It has always been shallow, but the love is deep!
Chu Wangxian remembered a sentence from the movie.
In one's previous life, the reincarnation of one life, it is natural to have a relationship with some women.
In his previous life, he had this kind of relationship with Meng Po.
The infatuated Meng Po is standing on the Nai He Bridge, waiting for his reincarnation.
It's a pity that Chu Wangxian is not in the mood to fall in love now.
"Soup, I put it on the table, don't let me down!"
The sound behind the screen was suddenly very cold, so cold that it made people feel like they were in the Arctic ice.
Chu Wangxian knew that if he walked behind the screen, his head would fall to the ground.
Because he is not the person who is infatuated with Meng Po, but the reincarnation of that person, in the face of no strength, Meng Po will not give him any good looks, nor will he give him a chance.
Immortals have different paths, it's really not just talking.
Chu Wangxian glanced at the soup on the table again.
It has an amber-like color and a hint of fragrance, and it seems delicious.
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Legend has it that every person who enters the Nai He Bridge will drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, then forget all love and hatred, and will also lose all memories, and finally be reincarnated.
The story is wonderful, but it clearly doesn't make sense.
What is the real ghost world of ancient China, it is generally like a ghost city in Xudu, similar to life in the world, with all kinds of ghost doors, and freedom to come and go.
But in the ghost world of Buddhism, in addition to an eighteen layers of hell, there is no entry or exit, and there is torture every day, is there any other description?
If a ghost enters the eighteenth layer of hell in the ghost realm of Buddhism, he will be angry, he will resist, he will fight, and he will want to leave.
But the eighteenth layer of hell was very quiet, there was no resistance, and the problem was Meng Po on the Nai He Bridge.
After Buddhism occupied the ghost world of China, it copied the set of Tianzhu, but many things still had their original names.
For example, the wooden fish was originally used by the Taoist sect, but it eventually became a Buddhist object.
For example, Meng Po, a woman who is infatuated and waiting, has become a code name for brainwashing.
If you drink Meng Po soup, lose your memory, and enter the eighteenth layer of hell, then you can't resist, this is the truth of Buddhism's methods.
These eighteen layers of hell really seem like a closed society.
Chu Wangxian also knows the ugliness in it, Buddhism occupies the ghost realm of Huaxia, but there is no kindness and compassion, in the final analysis, the eighteenth layer of hell is just a tool to suppress Nuwa, and countless souls are just the energy of this tool.
The bowl of soup in front of Chu Wangxian's eyes, this bowl of soup could allow him to offset the side effects of Meng Po soup, allowing him to enter the eighteenth layer of hell with a complete memory, so as to be reincarnated with his memory.
Therefore, in his big plan, this Meng Po is a very crucial part to ensure that after his death, he will not be slaughtered by others.
"Thank you, Meng Po!"
Chu Wangxian was a little confused, he didn't know whether he was really in love with this Meng Po in his previous life, or if he used this Meng Po to help him be reincarnated in one life.
But it's not the process that matters, it's the result that matters.
"Soup, I won't drink it, my cultivation is too low now, and I'm not going to go to the eighteenth layer of hell."
Chu Wangxian was very sincere when he spoke, his cultivation was too low now, Nuwa got the body, and he would inevitably have to do something to the eighteenth layer of hell, and he was not interested in wading into troubled waters.
"If you're free, I want you to do me a small favor, I just want to borrow one thing from you, it's easy."
Chu Wangxian deliberately accentuated his tone in a very simple way, If he said that he would let Meng Po help him improve his cultivation, this shortcut could indeed be taken.
But after taking a shortcut, you will only be looked down upon.
It's like a son-in-law who eats soft rice, once he eats it, he will be a soft egg for a lifetime in the eyes of others.
Therefore, Chu Wangxian did not expect to make superfluous requests.
"What do you want?"
"A flat boat!"
There was a strange sound from behind the screen.
"You're going to go down the Santu River as a cultivator?"
Chu Wangxian nodded, "The flooding of the Santu River is coming, I just went to the river to get something to increase my cultivation." ” After a few words, Chu Wangxian took a small boat and walked out of the small temple with a long breath of heat.
"Ma, maybe I did something wrong, say a few words of love to fool the elixir, what if I took this shortcut to the south, I can't eat it as a meal, I go down to the river to fish by myself, it's really fucking cold."
With a bang, Chu Wangxian threw a flat boat into the icy Santu River at will, and stepped into the river.