Xie Bi'an followed him to Shura Dao, Bai Qing's body is still weak now, according to the meaning of Meng Po and Di Xiu, they all plan to let him raise it again, and then change his eyes when he is better.

This is also feasible, and there is nothing left and right to work on, so he simply drove Fan Wusu aside and asked him to follow Meng Po to Bai Zhan Shenjun.

Meng Po said that she was going to sit down and have a cup of tea, but what they talked about was not just a cup of tea.

So Fan Wusu was very unhappy, holding his hands and calmly following behind Meng Po step by step, anyone with eyes could see that he was very unhappy.

The place where Bai Zhan Shenjun lives is surrounded by the weak water river, and because of the safety of the guests who live here, there is a strong barrier on the side of the weak water river, and even if you stand straight on the weak water river, you will not worry about falling and never being able to float again.

Bai Zhan Shenjun, who returned to his hometown, seemed very happy, and before the Zhi'a Priestess moved, she had already turned into a human form, looking and touching around with joy, and taking advantage of no one to pay attention to the stool legs and the foot of the bed to pee a few times.

…… It was probably the innate territorial consciousness that prevailed, and when Bai Zhan Shenjun came back with a comfortable face, he suddenly reacted when he saw the quiet and beautiful face of the Zhi'a Goddess.

It's a pity it's too late.

So later, Meng Po sat on the guest seat with a cup of tea and drank it, and looked at Zhi'a Goddess with a smile, turning into a silk umbrella in her hand, and putting Bai Zhan's entire fox into it.

Fan Wusu touched his chin, the Aya Luo umbrella can be regarded as a small artifact, but it doesn't actually have any surprising effect, but it is especially effective when used for confinement punishment.

The Aya Luo umbrella can only enter and not exit, and it will automatically divide the big and small worlds according to the things that are locked in, and Bai Zhan Shenjun was poured a stomach full of tea by the Zhi'a Goddess before entering, and he must not be able to hold it.

"Mother-in-law is coming here now, but what's the matter?" The goddess Zhi'a blew the tea leaves floating on the tea surface and said softly.

Meng Po smiled, and said with crooked eyes: "Actually, there is nothing wrong." It's just that we always have to be in-laws, and now that the children are gone, it's good to come and walk around. ”

Fan Wuxu's face twitched suddenly, and he looked at Meng Po suspiciously, and saw that Meng Po's always gentle face smiled more softly, "Speaking of which, Aqing's child was surnamed Meng when he was in the world, maybe it was still a family millions of years ago." ”

Fan Wusu silently swallowed a sip of tea, the entrance was bitter first and then sweet, but he really couldn't taste the taste.

Anyone can say anything about his relatives like this - even if a beggar in the mortal world says that he is related to the current emperor, it is impossible to say that it is possible. But if Meng Po said this...... That's the real open-eyed nonsense!

So the goddess Zhi'a smiled when she heard this, "The emperor's mother-in-law said that she was laughing." ”

Meng Po obviously didn't plan to really care about this problem, and Hu Tianhai pulled a pair of miscellaneous things, so she sorted out her sleeves with satisfaction, and left with a few little immortals who followed her.

Seeing this, Fan Wusu also put down the glass beads in his hand, stood up and followed behind Meng Po.

They walked on the pale road of Hades day and night, and from time to time they would touch some lively flowers and leaves under their feet, and then the elves that grew in them would smile and whisper to their companions, and jump hand in hand under the leaves to the side, waiting for the rain and dew in the early morning or evening.

The four lanterns holding the fan behind Meng Po and the four little immortals holding the fan didn't know when they were gone, Fan Wuxu glanced left and right, and then suddenly realized that they had already walked to Manzhuhai.

"Amnesty, do you know why I brought you here?" Meng Po's wide sleeved robe was rustled by the wind, and the seemingly boundless Manzhu Sahua was in full bloom on this Tu Tu road, which looked dazzling and beautiful.

Fan Wuxu's heart for no reason was a tightening, "I don't know." ”

"Then do you know the legend of the Three Realms of Humans, Gods and Demons for Manzhu Sawah?" Meng Po squatted on the ground, bent down and held up a blooming manzhu with her hands.

This is probably a privilege that only immortals in the underworld have, even if they encounter Manzhu, they will not fall into a maze and be difficult to get out.

"Know a little."

It's not just a little bit.

Fan Wusu still remembers that when he was hungry for three meals and one meal and begging and stealing every day, there was a dilapidated Guanyin Temple next to him.

The statue of Guanyin inside is very dilapidated, and half of the roof has collapsed due to disrepair. But that's it, the small Guanyin Temple kept him from sleeping in the wilderness in the winter - although he still couldn't stop the cold wind at night, a few beggars huddled in a small corner and lit a fire, on which two sweet potatoes stolen from the field were baked, which was already a rare happiness.

At that time, wherever they went during the day, they would return there at night, but until that day.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, he still remembers that one of the beggars was sick and had no money for treatment, and his name was Ergou, who said that his family had been separated from his parents for a long time after a flood. It's just that when he came, he was covered with patches all over his body, and it could be seen that life was not very good.

Ergou is very smiling, every day he is happy as if he doesn't worry about anything, he eats without a meal, and he can still fill his stomach when the snow water is cooked in a crockpot. Occasionally, when he had meat, he would give it to others with a smile, and he would never eat a bite. At that time, for a long time, because there were two dogs, the small Guanyin Temple was very lively.

Ergou was just infected with the wind cold, but the money they had all over their bodies was clean and half of it was missing, Fan Wusu remembered that at that time they were all around him and wanted him to warm up, but Ergou still didn't survive.

Probably not many people know that before Ergou died, he had a conversation with him.

At that time, Ergou couldn't see people clearly, his eyes were closed, and even the words were said upside down, "I remember when I was young, my father and mother told me that after death, the soul returns to the underworld, and according to the past life, you can cast a good ......."

"But you see, we have been beggars all our lives, stealing other people's things every day, where is there any good luck for us to vote for another good baby."

"If I really die, when I get to the underworld, will I see the ghosts who come to detain the soul?" The snow that day was very heavy, so big that the road was covered with a thin layer of snow for only an hour, but at that time, Ergou's spirit was also better.

Back to light.

"I heard my father and mother say...... If you don't want to be reincarnated, you can discuss with the judge, and go to a place called Manzhuhai by yourself, where there is no sadness and sorrow, and if you become a Manzhu Sahua, you can no longer have anything to do with the hustle and bustle of the world. Ergou even looked a little peaceful when he looked at him at that time, "If I can, I want to go too......"

He didn't know how Ergou knew this, maybe it was the storyteller in the teahouse who was about to knock on the table twice after saying three sentences, or maybe it was some weird stories written by some sour Xiucai in his spare time, but whatever it was, at least before he died, it gave him a dream like looking forward to it.

"By the way, Amnesty......" Ergou was lying on his lap, and only a pair of dark eyes on his dirty face were exceptionally clear, "Didn't I tell you, why did my father and mother separate?" ”

Fan Wusu couldn't remember if he had cried at that time, and the place he could see had turned red, like the dream that Ergou said.

"There were many deaths in the village during the floods that year. Do you know about floods? An inappropriate flush appeared on Ergou's face, "There are floods and plagues everywhere, and how many people have started to eat people in order to fill their stomachs...... I ate it too...... It's not delicious at all, it's sour, but in order to survive, you still have to eat it. ”

"My father and mother were deceived by the village chief's family, saying that they wanted to share the bread and eat. At that time, I was outside the door, watching the village chief and his son kill my mother and father with a knife. Ergou coughed twice when he said this, "Why did they forget, the village chief himself was so hungry that he wanted to eat tree bark, where is there any flatbread?" ”

“…… I seem to smell the flowers, Amnesty......"

He walked away laughing.

Fan Wusu heard a pleasant bell sound in his ears, and lowered his eyes and said to Meng Po who was standing beside him, "I remember." ”