Unexpectedly, I, an old immortal who has lived for tens of thousands of years, will ask myself one day: Who am I?

yes, who the hell am I?

Self-perception and the perception of others are in a tug-of-war with each other. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It turns out that everything that was once in vain was false?

Luo Yan's frantic shouts suddenly became clear in his heart.

"Haha, Soul Engraving...... Wind Yan Jun...... Really...... You're not dead..... Wind-poof!"

What's the wind, Luo Yan didn't finish speaking, but at this moment I already understood.

Soul Engraving does not work for those who are not close to the bloodline. Since the other person engraved by the divine soul is Feng Jiu, the name that Luo Yan has not finished saying is already about to come out.

Wind Wine Wine -

The youngest daughter of the Fire Lotus Hell Yan Jun, the youngest sister in the mouth of Feng Jiu.

Is this person me?

I'm confused.

My surname is Meng Mingguang, I hold the one-third of an acre of land in Nai He Bridge, my status is not high, but I am very old, and I am a very old immortal in the underworld. For more information on how old it is, see the current civil service of Hades. All the elders of my age have been boiled back into the Artemisia Lethe by me, and I continue to live well. What's more, some of the same adults as me still grew up watching me.

I lived so long alone, and suddenly one day, someone told me that you are not Meng Guang, you are another person, your name is Fengjiujiu, and there is a husband named Changye.

If it had been in the past, I would have walked away, and I wouldn't have listened to such crazy words.

However, Feng Jiu didn't give me this opportunity.

He said, little sister, do you know how Meng Po passed it on?

How did Meng Po pass it on?

Isn't it cultivated step by step over thousands of years?

Feng Jiu's next words threw me into the icy water, making me shiver.

He said that Meng Po is just a title for a position, but why has her appearance and name not changed for thousands of years?

Why hasn't it changed?

Don't you see, my Dharma Body is getting older and older every year? Well, although since I entered the mortal world, my appearance has gradually become younger.

Feng Jiu continued to ask, before you, there should be immortal friends who inherited this position, but have you heard of their names?

I'm speechless.

Hasn't Meng Po always been called Meng Guang?

Seeing this, Feng Jiu asked softly with concern, Little sister, don't you have any doubts, why do most immortals keep their appearance from bad, but only Meng Po is aging year by year?

I looked up at him in shock.

Feng Jiu sighed, it seemed that this was the case, so he slowly told the inside story.

Feng Jiu said that every Meng Po used to be different, they had men and women, different personalities, different appearances, and the only thing they had in common was that they were doing the same job - boiling Meng Po soup.

However, for thousands of years by the bridge, there are countless dead souls, and all the past has been melted away by a bowl of Meng Po soup.

Meng Po handed bowls of soup one after another, erasing the past of one dead soul after another, and letting the souls return to the beginning and start anew.

But there are always some ghosts who don't want to forget, avoiding the bowl of soup handed over, looking forward to picking up the past, making up for the shortcomings, and continuing the next life.

In such a situation, it is always necessary to dispatch the ghost.

But the last Meng Po Meng Guang, but after looking at the world coldly, she felt a little unbearable.

It's this one who can't bear it, so that the female ghost who wants to relive the old relationship will go back with her memory.

In this life, there is a fate of one life, the man drinks Meng Po soup and forgets his previous life, and the female ghost is forced to ask for it after reincarnation, so he hates from love, commits murder, disrupts cause and effect, and disturbs the fortune of many people.

Because of this, the female ghost was riddled with debts and was sent to the hell of Abi, where she was tortured.

The female ghost hated the soft-hearted Meng Po because of this, scolded her day by day, and finally when she couldn't bear it, she cursed at the cost of her soul: Meng Po is ugly and old in all her life, and her love is rare, and she can no longer be freed.

In order to curb this curse, the Meng Po who took over was the one who forgot the past and inherited Meng Guang's memory and body.

For various reasons, they gave up their past, name, and appearance, and became Meng Po who boiled soup every day by the bridge.

Over time, this curse was buried in the torrent of time and never to be mentioned again. As a result, almost all the new generation of immortals have always thought that Meng Po is actually the same old man.

However, it is not.

Just like Yun Ziyou is after the old Hades, Meng Po is also one after another.

After listening, I didn't speak for a long time, and the previous memories seemed to be sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, is it because the memories are shared and continued from generation to generation?

If according to Feng Jiu, I am just one of many Meng Po, and my original body is Feng Jiu Jiu, then why should I choose to forget the past and abandon everything?

I asked a question, but Feng Jiu glanced at Yun Ziyou who was lying on the bed, and said, "I was out at the time, and I didn't know, when I came back and tried my best to find you, you had forgotten everything." ”

I remembered the first time I met Feng Jiu, it was more than six hundred years ago.

The handsome and bewitching man came to the bridge with a hint of forbearance on his uninhibited face.

He said: "I heard that Granny Meng has a good heart, and someone gave this temple a rare thing, because it is very naughty, and this temple is unable to take care of it, I wonder if Granny Meng can lend a hand to solve this trouble for this temple?"

The rare thing he sent was a snow-white clump of little birds, which I later named: 'Little Tuanzi'.

"When did he know I was ......" I looked at Yun Ziyou who was unconscious, and the name still couldn't be spoken.

I couldn't accept it for a while, and suddenly I became a completely different person. Even though, I know that the two men sitting in front of me are looking forward to her return.

"During the night banquet in Mengfu, I found out that he was wrong, and I knew that he might have guessed that it was you......"

Feng Jiu frowned and recalled.

Mengfu night banquet?

It seems like a long, long time ago.

At that time, did Yun Ziyou know that I was the person he was looking for?

When I think of that time, I seem to hear an extremely distant call, as if it was ninety-nine, and it seems to save me. At that time, I thought I was hallucinating, but I thought that maybe it was a real call.

It's not to save me, it's not ninety-nine, it's wine-wine-

In this way, all the strange behaviors of the little Hades seem to be fully explained.

Because of deep love, even if the other party doesn't remember, they will often appear by their side, even if they just say a word, look at it, and feel infinitely comforted and appropriate in their hearts.

Since Shengbei left Zhang, except for the first March, almost every few days, the little Hades will appear.

When the Ruyi boat was sent on July 15, he said: "For the past three days, this gentleman has been busy looking for this thing, and now that he has found it, he will hand it over to you." This magic weapon will help you travel back and forth between the two realms without any hindrance......"