In life, there will always be a lot of bitterness, bitterness, bitterness and saltiness, sadness, joy, hatred and sorrow. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info and many other unsatisfactory will turn into tears in the world, and these human tears will eventually be collected by Meng Po and boiled into a bowl of soup that forgets the past.

This bowl of soup by the bridge is the end of one life and the beginning of another. It's like no one can escape the cycle of life and death, and no one can escape the bowl of Meng Po soup.

Love or hate, like or hate it. Perhaps a cultivator can hide the memories of this life deep in his soul and avoid the baptism of this bowl of soul-forgetting soup, so that someone in the next life can turn into wisdom and continue to practice. But mortals cannot escape this fate, which I don't know if it is a blessing or a catastrophe.

The little fishing boat doesn't know this, but the dust does...

It is because it is clear that it is confusing.

The weasel didn't know that his "exhaust gas" would make Xiao Yu awaken the memories of his past life, nor did he know how annoying he was by inadvertently making Chen.

The weasel found Xiaoyu just because Xiaoyu had the breath of his wife on one of Xiaoyu's furs.

The weasel didn't dare to lie, and he couldn't panic in front of the dust. The previous time was always just a life-saving move in a hurry. If he admits that he deliberately came to retaliate against others, it is even more impossible for him to let it go.

Lichen looked at the weasel for a long time and was speechless.

Providence?

Calculated?

Since he couldn't guess it, he couldn't see through it, and after simply arranging an isolation formation, he went directly out of his body, grabbed the weasel's soul body, crossed the boundary between yin and yang in one step, and arrived at the Lechuan River.

The scenery of the Netherworld seems to have never changed since it appeared, there is no wind, rain, thunder and lightning, no day or night, only endless clouds, and unbreakable mist.

Lichen took the weasel directly to the Wangxiang Terrace, on the bank of the Lechuan River. However, the bridge is still crowded with whimpering and crying ghosts, and there are still white bone hands everywhere under the bridge, trying to pull the ghosts on the bridge into the river and become a member of their own boundless sea of suffering.

Lichen carried the trembling weasel in his hand, and came directly to Meng Po by the bridge, and respectfully bowed and said, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" The disciple went to the dust to meet Granny Meng."

"Oh, it's a real person! You don't practice in the yang world, you come to the old body, what is the matter? Meng Po glanced back at the dust and asked with a smile. Without waiting for the dust to reply, he turned his head again and continued to distribute the Meng Po soup.

"The disciple wants to ask Master Meng Po, how do mortals avoid Meng Po soup?" Lichen asked softly.

"The principles of heaven are clear, the Great Dao dictates it, and the past and present lives are different from the six realms of reincarnation. All sentient beings in the six realms can't avoid it, this is the way of heaven, and it is also the rule of heaven," Meng Po replied without looking back.

"Then can you please ask Master Meng Po to take a look at this," Lichen lifted the weasel high.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Are real people really so idle? Bring a weasel to tease the old woman, I," Meng Po said angrily to the dust.

"But it can make people awaken to the past and present lives." Lichen said with a serious face, not joking at all.

Meng Po just glanced at the weasel, and then locked her gaze on Chen. At this time, there were already two Meng Po on the side of the bridge, one was continuing the work that had not changed for thousands of years, and the other was staring at the dust, seeing that the dust was in the heart, and the heart was sweating, and the good thing was to be seen through the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

It's not that the dust is timid, it's not that the dust is weak, but the pressure brought by Meng Po's gaze is too great. Until now, Dusty knew what a stupid thing he had done.

No one remembers how many years Qing Meng Po has been boiling soup by the Nai He Bridge, and no one knows how many tyrannical beings want to refuse to drink that bowl of Meng Po soup. But after countless years, Meng Po is still the same Meng Po. The soup is still the same bowl of soup, no one can force it through, and no one can find Meng Po the slightest trouble.

If you want to be Meng Po, you are really just under the Yin Si, but Qiao is an ordinary old woman who boils decoction medicine.

How stupid would that be...

The dust and sweat are raining, and I almost can't help but run away!

Just when the dust was about to be unbearable, the pressure on his body suddenly lightened, and the time was just right, which not only gave the dust the maximum pressure, but also did not let the dust do things that he couldn't hold up in the next life.

Meng Po retracted her gaze, and immediately turned into the one with a wrinkled face, a kind but sad face, and sighed: "In the world, birth, old age, sickness and death, love and hatred, all kinds of things are like yesterday's life, but a bowl of tears on the bridge is like dying today." If the living do not die, and the past is not forgotten, how can they enter the six realms of reincarnation? ”

"That..." Lichen wanted to say something more, Meng Po had already waved his hand and began to chase away the guest: "There are no certain rules in the world, there is no certain thing in the Three Realms, the number of the avenue is fifty, there is still a glimmer of life, without Meng Po soup, it is indeed impossible to cross the bridge." But there is always one exception, why not go and see it? ”

When he heard this, he immediately stood in place and did not say anything for a long time.

However, on the side of the bridge, the two Meng Po merged again and continued to serve soup and deliver soup, and they didn't even look at the dust. Lichen stood next to him for a long time, it was really boring, and he could leave alone, along the Lechuan River all the way up, stepping on the red flower path on the other side to a big stone.

Three life stones, stone into three lives, two divine patterns can illuminate all the past and future.

This sacred stone is the epitome of the reincarnation between heaven and earth, which can record and present people's past lives, present lives, and even the future.

Moreover, in addition to illuminating the past and the future, the sacred stone also has a function: "fate determines three lives".

If someone worships the stone for a long time, tears fall on the stone, and the three lives of the god stone are favored, you can be sure of the love of the three lives.

Lichen knew that Xiaoyu's predecessor had also wandered on the banks of the Lechuan River for a long time, and he didn't know how many tears he had left in front of the Sansheng Stone.

It's just because he has a firm Taoist heart and has already stepped half a step outside the world, so Sanshengshi turned to dream through the two worlds of yin and yang, and used the weasel's dream realm to send all kinds of memories of Xiaoyu's previous life?

Thinking of this, Lichen couldn't help but feel a throbbing pain in his heart in his hard heart, standing in front of the Sansheng Stone was stupid, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and he didn't know that the weasel in his hand had run away.

"It is difficult to weave dreams on the Sansheng Stone, not to admire mandarin ducks, only to admire immortals, and to promise to forget in this life in the previous life, and only to make love as Meng Tang. Zhenren, you are really ruthless! "I don't know when, a small boat came to the bank of the Lechuan River, and on the boat, an old man dressed in a cloth sang a small song, rowed the boat and came straight in the direction of the dust.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" Lichen was awakened by the words of the person who carried the ferry, and then he was shocked to see that the person carrying the ferry had arrived in front of him. There was a churn in his heart, but he had to bow first.

"Life is all true, life is all true, real person, you are a stone?" The ferryman was obviously not very polite to Chen, and pointed to the big stone road next to him.

"Now the stones are moved by tears, but the real people are not even as good as the stones... The ferryman asked with a deep sigh.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! It's the fault of the poor road", and now I can only admit my mistakes.

In any case, with his previous promise, there will be decades of waiting on the banks of the Lethe River, and there will be the intervention in the middle of the Sansheng Divine Stone, as a person who has been carrying the river for thousands of years, it must also be between coming and going, and noticing the woman who keeps lingering on the bank of the Lethe River and keeps crying in front of the Sansheng Stone!

The pot is dusty, and if the dust is not carried, who will carry it?

"You have a firm heart, and you only seek the road of eternal life. There's nothing wrong with that. But on the road of cultivating immortals, nine desires and ten demons, for yourself, for the poor woman who cries every day! You can't escape, and you can't escape! Zaidu persuaded him earnestly, and then said: "The old man has been going back and forth on the banks of the Lechuan River for thousands of years, and for the first time I have seen that the Sansheng Stone can drop off a piece of its own for a reincarnated soul and be sent into the six reincarnations, just to send the memories of the previous life." If you are confident that you can defeat the Three Lives Divine Stone, you can try it! ”

"You and I meet in the water, and you are not the person that the old man needs to carry on the crossing. It's just that I've been drifting on the Lechuan River for a long time, and I always have to go ashore to rest. Don't be serious, don't be serious" After the ferry man finished speaking, he patted the coat on his body, and jumped straight into the boat without waiting for the dust to speak, and with a long penny, the boat immediately went off the shore, and re-merged into the flowing water in the Lechuan River, and disappeared in the gloomy fog that appeared from time to time on the Lechuan River in the blink of an eye.

"Welcome the present and send the past, sigh the spring flowers and autumn moon, every year as promised. Things change, stars change, people change, and how much is tumbling and falling. The family gives thousands of soldiers, and the official seal has a product, and there is no support. Time is like electricity, and it is stolen for a hundred years. I am fortunate to enter the Xuanmen, open the net of doubt, and bump into the real joy. The auspicious cover in the white jade pot, a grain of divine pill Huihuo. Before the moon and the wind, the sky is long, and you can ride the crane freely. The world's virtual dreams, unbearable to look back and remake" "The song on the bank of the Lechuan River is insignificant, and all of them have drifted into the dust.

It wasn't until the ferry man disappeared and the song disappeared that the dust slowly turned his head and looked at the piece of joy and sorrow that he didn't know how many joys and sorrows in the world had been recorded. . .

To be precise, he looked at the small yellow mark at the bottom of the Sansheng Stone and smiled bitterly. Thinking that this small piece of Sansheng Stone has not been back for a long time, and it has not had time to fully integrate into the Sansheng Stone, so Lichen can still see the slightest incongruity at a glance.

"Tianzun is above, what can the poor Dao do?" Lichen unconsciously stretched his hand to the Sansheng Stone...