"Forget all love and hate?"

The woman in Tsing Yi couldn't help but be stunned, looked at Feng Qingyan blankly, and said bitterly: "How can I forget this? If I can't forget, why should I be so miserable......

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Feng Qingyan said calmly, and then said: "Life in the world, how hard and difficult, this bowl of tea soup is a relief, and it is a good thing to make a complete break with the previous life, isn't it?"

The woman in Tsing Yi had a sad face and said softly, "Really?"

She seemed to be asking Feng Qingyan, and she seemed to be asking her heart, not knowing whether she should make a break with her previous life and not let herself suffer.

"Yes. ”

Feng Qingyan nodded.

At this time, he took his eyes off her, fell on the sea of flowers, landed on the Huangquan Road, looked at those whining and crying, extremely sad ghosts, and said: "Those who have loved, those things that can't let go, those countless joys and sorrows in the rolling red dust, will slowly enter the throat with this bowl of tea soup, forever frozen in the gloomy eyes that want to speak and stop on the cliff of the soul, full of tears, turn into ethereal clouds, and dissipate indifferently......"

Then, he turned his head suddenly, looked at the woman in Tsing Yi and said, "Is it the regret of a lifetime of hurry? Is it the regret of the eternal separation of yin and yang? Or is it the farewell of waving a knife and cutting off the sleeves? Or, like you?"

At this time, he shook his head and said indifferently: "Actually, everything is no longer important, after drinking this bowl of tea soup, everything has been indifferent." ”

"Really?" she asked.

Feng Qingyan nodded, and then said with a smile: "It is rumored that this tea soup can be divided into five flavors: sweet, bitter, pungent, sour, and salty, and the taste is not bad. ”

"Can I make it?" asked the woman in Tsing Yi muttering to herself.

"You can. ”

Feng Qingyan looked at her, and then his eyes fell on the tears flowing from the flowers on the other side, and said, "When everyone is alive, they will cry, or happy, or sad, or painful, or hate, or sad, or love......

He stretched out his hand, and a tear from the other side of the flower flew onto the palm of his hand. After looking at it for a while, a few more tears flew up, and after thinking about it, he said, "You go and collect their tears, drop by drop, and boil them into soup together with the tears of the flowers on the other side and the water of the Lechuan River." ”

"A soup made of tears?"

After hearing this, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes again, and she looked painful.

How good does such a tea soup taste like?

At this time, Feng Qingyan stretched out his hand to the sky and said lightly: "Linglai." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a black picture scroll fell from the sky, and when it fell into his hand, he said, "Dedication, return to the place." ”

"Can I really see him again?" asked the woman in Tsing Yi.

"Stay on the Cliff of Resurrection, and one day, you will meet him. Feng Qingyan said.

"Didn't you say that he wasn't in this world? Even if I had been on the Soul Cliff, I wouldn't have met him. The woman in Tsing Yi shook her head.

"All sentient beings are self-inflicted with the causes and conditions of all desires, such as the wheel turning, life and death in the six paths, and no one can escape if they accept sanctions. ”

Feng Qingyan looked at the direction of the Six Reincarnation Pools and said.

"What if he transcends reincarnation?" asked the woman in Tsing Yi after a moment.

"I am in charge of reincarnation, who can be detached?" Feng Qingyan said with a smile indifferently, a strong self-confidence burst out of his body, and he said, "Great liberation, is it so easy? Even if you are a god, it can be seen that you have been detached? You were originally a heavenly maiden 'sacrifice', if you are detached, how can you be a miserable female now?"

The woman in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly, her eyes sad.

Yes, even if she is a god, she can't be detached, because she is the "sacrifice" of the heavenly maiden, if she is detached, why is the current pain?

Although the underworld is now only in charge of this side of the world, or even only the land of the three worlds, one day, it will be in charge of the heavens and all the worlds......

All the spirits of heaven and earth are reincarnated.

At this time, Feng Qingyan did not urge, just waited quietly.

He looked at the holy decree in his hand, although it was not as pure black as Yama's, but it was not far behind, this was a first-grade holy decree.

This also shows that Meng Po is a great god.

"Dedication, meet the Son of Heaven. ”

I don't know when, the woman in Tsing Yi finally bowed down and promised Feng Qingyan to stay on the Soul Restoration Cliff, just to see "him", "Dedication, willing to stay on the Soul Restoration Cliff for eternity, and make tea soup until I meet him......"

"Good. ”

Feng Qingyan nodded and gave the holy decree in his hand.

Xian respectfully accepted the holy decree, and when she opened it, an incomparably strong light rushed out of the holy decree and sank into her body.

Faintly visible in the light, chains flickered.

"I promise you 100,000 years. ”

At this time, Feng Qingyan thought for a while and said, and then the holy decree turned into a ray of light and submerged into her body.

Her breath was changing, and her eyes were painful.

"From now on, I ......"

Xian slowly closed his eyes, two lines of tears fell, and after a while, he said: "It's not Xian, it's not a female girl, but Meng Po who is boiling tea soup on the Soul Cliff......"

Then, her beautiful face quickly dried up, and she had become an ugly and vicious old woman.

"Go, stay on the Soul Restoration Cliff and make Meng Po soup. Feng Qingyan said quietly.

At this time, she glanced at the flowers on the other side, then withdrew her gaze and walked behind her, and then disappeared into the sea of flowers on Huangquan Road.

"There are many troubles in the world, and there is no return at the end of the forgotten river, rather than recalling, it is better to forget each other, it is better to forget each other......"

A faint and light voice sounded in the sea of flowers on the other side, and the figure in Tsing Yi, which stood like a wood carving, finally disappeared at this moment.

And with it, there are countless tears of flowers on the other side.

These tears flowing from the flowers on the other side flew in the direction of the Soul Restoration Cliff one by one, and the tears had countless ups and downs, or joys, sorrows, and sorrows......

At the same time, in the human world.

There are also drops of tears that fall on the ground, submerge into the invisible mud layer, and finally drip on the cliff of resurrection, which can be divided into joy, sorrow, pain, hatred, sorrow, and love......

The Resurrection Cliff is located in front of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Pond, by the Lethe River.

When the vanished sacrifice reappeared, it was already on the Soul Restoration Cliff, boiling the tears of the world, the tears of the flowers on the other side, and the river of Lethe.

When 100,000 years passed, she couldn't remember how many bowls of Meng Po soup she had sent away. I only remember that there are old men who are faltering, crying about their children's unfilial piety, middle-aged men who have sacrificed their lives for the country, whose ambitions have not been rewarded, and their eyes are full of sadness......

Look, all beings.

Sigh, rejoice and sorrow.

Cook 100,000 years of turbid soup, break away, and empty one.

Her heart was as calm as a mirror, and no one knew if she still remembered the one she had been waiting for on Huangquan Road.

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