There was nothing to see around, and only the sound of the wind near or far in her ears was hunting, which made her, a ghost, feel a biting cold. After the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info landed on the shore, her steps walked forward in confusion, and gradually there was a light in front of her, and she vaguely heard the sound of the river churning.

Strangely, when she crossed the river from the Huangquan ferry on the other side of the river, there was no sound in the river, as if the river would not flow, and there was no living creature in the water, but as she moved forward, the tumbling of the water around her became more and more intense, as if all the river water was boiling and would burst out at any time, drowning and swallowing everything.

She hesitated, but still walked a few steps forward, and saw the end of the shore under her feet, there was a delicate and simple stone bridge along the shore, and on the bridge was written 'Nai He Bridge' in three big characters, there was nothing at one end of the bridge, and the other end was wrapped in a thick black fog, leading to the darkness with no end in sight. There is still river water under the bridge, and I obviously feel that the river is turbulent when I listen to the sound, but the river on the river surface is calm and without waves.

After taking a few steps forward, a big stone with Sansheng Stone appeared in front of her, she looked at the words that appeared out of thin air on the stone in a daze, it was her life past and past life, after reading it, she smiled bitterly and left a drop of blood and tears, she wanted to cover her heart to relieve the pain, but she pounced. The place on the bright yellow phoenix robe was empty, and the dark red blood around the black hole was irregularly winding down until the skirt was down.

Her lips trembled, and the memory of the pain of digging her heart before her death instantly returned.

It hurts, it hurts, and even if you are a ghost, you can't forget and bear that pain.

Staggered to the side of the bridge, walking, she suddenly found that there was an ancient wooden house next to her, and a young girl in front of the door was sitting there, holding a spoon and stirring the soup in the iron pot on the table in front of her very seriously.

Xizhu has a thousand words of questions after all, I don't know how long it took, when Xizhu felt sore for her, the young woman finally stopped the movement in her hand, she put the soup in the pot into a big bowl that appeared at some point, raised her head, and showed a gentle smile to Xizhu, Xizhu couldn't help but smile, seeing that the other party was wearing a slanted Hanfu costume, she squatted down and saluted.

The woman was stunned, as if she was surprised, her face became more gentle, and she picked up the bowl with both hands and walked towards Xizhu.

The bowl had just been filled with boiling soup, but she immediately picked it up with her bare hands, and Xizhu couldn't help but cry out worriedly: "Girl, be careful of scalding, let's leave it there to dry for a while! ”

When the woman heard this, she just smiled more gently, walked up to Xizhu and said, "You can't put this one, the effect of the medicine is not good when it's cold, you can drink it while it's hot." ”

This is medicine, Xizhu looked at the hole in his chest, this is only afraid that drinking the immortal elixir elixir will not work! I couldn't help refusing: "Thank you!" ・・・・・・・・I don't want to drink it, it's useless to drink it, it's wasted!"

"You must drink this, only after drinking can you forget the pain, cross this Nai He Bridge, and start again!"

"Start over" Xizhu muttered in a whisper, remembering that he had just seen on the Sansheng Stone that the past life, this life, and the next life were all a life of kindness to others, although it was a rich life, but they all died young and could not die well, what is there to start over in such a life, it is just to erase the memory, and then be hurt by others, and suffer again.

"No, I don't drink, I don't want to start over, I'd rather I never existed in this world. Hee-joo firmly refused.

"Do you know that throughout the ages, whether it is a prince, a general, or a commoner, beggar, has had to drink this bowl of soup, except for those who are on errands in the ghost world and who go to the animal path to be reincarnated, no one will be an exception. She pointed to the dark and calm river and said, "Whoever doesn't drink it will not end well, and you can either drink this bowl of soup or jump into the river." ”

Hee-joo looked at the calm river and jumped and jumped, anyway, he was already a ghost, and he could be drowned again, if he really became a ghost and was drowned again, it would be a relief, and he would no longer have to suffer from this endless suffering.

She was about to walk into the river, but suddenly her arm was grabbed by the young woman, who looked at her and asked, "Do you have an unfulfilled wish or an unrequited hatred?"

"No" her wish is not to be reincarnated again, as for hatred, it is the person she loves the most who kills her, the heart is gone, the person is dead, what else is there to hate, there is no such heart.

"And you insist on doing so?"

"Hmm!"

"Do you know what's in the river?"

"Fish, shrimp?" Oh, I'm going to have a dead ghost of myself soon.

"Hmph" the woman sneered, she raised her hand, towards the river, wide sleeves, the calm water seemed to be torn open curtain, under the curtain where the silent water or fish and shrimp were revealed! They were wailing, crying, tearing and devouring ghosts, their faces were no longer visible, their faces were no longer faces, some even had only half of their heads left, their eyes and faces were full of pain, resentment and persistence, they only had sorrow, their cries made the listeners grief.

"Do you still want to jump? When you jump, you become like them, there is only pain at every moment, there is no happiness anymore, no one loves and no one likes anyone again, and you will never love and like others again, because you can no longer feel it, only pain occupies everything, and slowly you will become confused by yourself, and then one day you will be swallowed up, and there will be no future, of course, if you are lucky, you may have a chance to ・・・・・・・・・・"

She didn't say anything about the rest of the words, pulled up Xizhu, who was sitting on the ground, and asked, "Have you thought about it?"

"There's no other way? I don't want to be reincarnated. But she didn't want to suffer and suffer in another life, she was really afraid.

The young woman comforted: "I think you are a blessed person, you have been a good person for eight lifetimes, and you will be able to complete your merits after being a good person for two lifetimes, and then you may be able to be promoted to an immortal, and you will no longer be subject to the suffering of reincarnation, so why give up at this time? He handed the bowl to Xizhu with one hand, and said softly: "Drink it, you can forget the suffering of this life after drinking, be a good person in the next life, and you will be out of the sea of suffering as soon as possible." ”

Looking at the steaming soup in front of her, exuding a tempting smell, Xizhu turned her head, pushed away the bowl, and said mockingly: "Hmph, the eight generations of good people, people with good fortune, just this end, every life has done all the good deeds, but no good death, really fulfilled that sentence, good people don't live long! Is it necessary to repeat such a tragic life? I really can't bear it, I can't bear it." ”

The woman was speechless for a moment, looking at her lonely back as she walked towards the nest of the ghosts step by step, and when she was about to step into the range where the ghosts could tear her to the end, she shouted, "Wait, there is a third way!"

"What?" Hee-joo stopped and turned around, although she didn't want to be a human anymore, she didn't want to become a ghost without reason, and it would be great if there was a third way.

"Come by boat when you come!"

"Hmm!"

The woman pointed with a spoon in the direction she came from and said, "The ghosts have to walk from Yin Si to the Huangquan Ferry, board a boat at the ferry and cross the Lechuan River before they can reach the other side, and then come here to drink Meng Po soup, and cross the Nai He Bridge to go to the reincarnation of the living world; ”

"Good. ”

It's good.

I saw the woman's hand draw a complicated gesture on her chest, and after the painting was completed, she slapped it on the door of Xizhu's head, and a burst of golden light flashed and disappeared. Xizhu only felt that the biting chill around her had subsided for a moment, and her vision was unobstructed in the dark fog, and she saw a clear sight all around. This is a round island, surrounded by the Lechuan River, now standing behind the Lethe River is the Huangquan Ferry, the front of the Nai He Bridge can not see how long, the Lethe River under the bridge extends from the Huangquan Ferry to here all the way forward, the wider and wider river surface can not see the end.

Before Xizhu could thank the woman, an oar appeared out of thin air in her hand, and her footsteps walked back uncontrollably, she turned her head and shouted as she walked: "Sister, thank you!"

The woman replied, "No, it's a long time coming." ”

Until she finally stopped when she walked to the shore, she saw that the small boat rowed when the black and white impermanence sent her to come had been rowed back to the Huangquan ferry and stopped, she could only hold the pulp in her hand, staring at the boat at the ferry, and was about to go back to ask the benefactor for help, when the opposite boat slowly floated over, and when she floated to the shore, Xizhu's hands and feet did not obey the call, and climbed onto the boat uncontrollably, as soon as she sat down, she heard a shout at the Huangquan ferry, and as far as she could see, there were several figures, Ao, it was a ghost.

Xizhu paddled desperately with the pulp, and after a while, she arrived at the Huangquan ferry, she never knew that she was so fast. Looking at the few ghosts detained by black and white impermanence, two sentences couldn't help but flash in her mind, and she couldn't help shouting: "The living don't cross, the dead can." In the past, I went to Lethe. ”

The pulp in his hand was taken but never put down, year after year, month and day, Xizhu crossed boatloads of ghosts to go to Nahe, watching them grieve for the people or things in their lives, persistent, reluctant to give up or happy or sad, never stopped, and after a long time, they were used to numbness. Later, she learned to relieve her boredom, chatting with Meng Po in Nai He Bridge in her spare time, or looking at the endless bewitching and mysterious flowers blooming on the shore at the Huangquan Ferry, and thousands of years passed like this, and the days were happy, until one day it came to an abrupt end, in the exclamation of Meng Po and Bai Wuchang and the boiling wails of the ghosts, she was kicked into the Lechuan River by a woman in white who didn't even see her face clearly.