For two days in a row, Han Feng took Chen Dan down to the underworld alone, and returned to the world on the spot under the same situation of nothing. Nature

But this time, I don't know if it was because of refining the reincarnation tower, or because of a sudden whim, Han Feng chose a decent path: following the route of the ghost into the underworld.

Just let Chen Dan get acquainted with the tourist attractions of the underworld. Inexplicably crazy brother, in inexplicable thoughts.

Leaving the Treasure Pavilion and leaving the Senluo Palace, he did not visit the eighteenth layer of hell, nor did he return to the Spirit Mountain, but went straight home.

The chain bridge is already in sight, and the golden-armored divine soldiers who saw them off are still following suit. Han Feng was very unloving to these guys who didn't dare to offend Chen Dan, and casually ordered Meng Tian and Meng Yi to lead the team back, and then took Chen Dan and floated away.

The name of the bridge is "Naihe", which spans the Lechuan River, connecting yin and yang, and attracting the soul. Even though there has been no "business" for 500 years, and there are no ghosts to maintain it, the thick cold iron lock is still iron and bright, and there is no trace of rust.

The water under the bridge was roaring, but there were no bones floating or sinking. The flowers of the blood river on the bank bloomed brightly, but there was no fragrance at all.

On the head of the bridge, a boulder stands majestically, engraved with three big characters, dark red like condensing blue blood, which makes people look forward and be frightened.

"Nai Ho Bridge".

However, he is born like Xia Bing, and he is like a lover.

Between the long yellow sand and the Nai He Bridge, a grass house abruptly stretches on the side of the road, and the bluestone slab is dark and dark, setting up a stone platform. The grass house is ventilated on all sides, the platform is empty, and there is no anger at all, only on a lying cow stone behind the house, there are three words "Wangxiang Terrace" lying horizontally, which is clearly distinguishable in the dim skylight.

"This is the place where the ghosts last look at their hometown, and where their memories have been erased." Han Feng took Chen Dan by the hand and sat down on the bluestone platform:

"A bowl of Meng Po soup swept away the soul of the Three Realms. That's it. It's just that now, Meng Po is gone, the soup is gone, if there are ghosts coming here again, how can I clean my memory? ”

Being in the netherworld, Chen Dan was not afraid, his eyes rolled, and he giggled:

"Dad Han Feng, since everyone is dead, it would be too miserable to erase the memories again...... Or let them keep their memories and become human again? ”

Han Feng smiled faintly and disagreed: If it was really that simple, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

The newborn child is actually her Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu or her mother's mother...... How can this algorithm be cleared up in the world?

"There will still be rules." Han Feng rubbed Chen Dan's head and laughed softly:

"Everything in the world has a beginning and an end. Repeating the cycle is the right way. Or do you think it's all a play house, and you can do it all over again if you want to? ”

After all, Chen Dan was young and didn't know why, his eyes widened, and he was puzzled:

"I've heard Xiao Jin say that Meng Po soup is more powerful than anesthetics. But even Meng Po is gone, who else will make this kind of strange soup? ”

Han Feng smiled, picked her up, put her on his lap, and said softly:

"There is a beginning and an end in the world, and the Three Realms are the same. When the old Meng Po goes, there will definitely be a new Meng Po. This is not only the need for reincarnation, but also the necessity of the Three Realms Heavenly Dao. As long as a new Heavenly Dao is established, a new Meng Po will naturally be produced, so we don't have to worry about it! ”

Having said that, no matter what Han Feng thought, he couldn't find anyone to be this "Meng Po", and in the end his head hurt when he thought about it, and he couldn't find a good candidate, so he couldn't help but be very annoyed, and reached out and slapped it heavily on the bluestone slab:

"Meng Po has a bowl of soup! Put more brown sugar and more ginger! ”

Chen Dan also coaxed, and said with a crisp smile:

"Meng Po comes to a bowl of soup, as long as the beef is not noodles!"

Han Feng laughed, lifted Chen Dan around his neck and rode it:

"Craving beef noodles? Go back and let Mother Tana do it for you! Meng Po here, but there is never a broth......"

Before the words fell, I heard a chuckle in the grass house:

"Who says there's no broth here?"

…………

On the bluestone slab, two large bowls are quietly placed.

A bowl of brown sugar ginger soup, a bowl of braised beef.

A figure, Zhuo stood behind, and almost didn't let Han Feng kneel down on the spot.

The snow-white monk's robe moves with the wind, the soft veil slowly flutters, and he stands barefoot on the yellow sand, and his hands secretly combine the mysteries of heaven and earth. The face is like a full moon, the eyes are like stars, and the smile is indifferent, as if overlooking all beings.

If a thousand years ago, this was still the image of a two-bearded midha. But today, he is already the god of all living beings in China.

"Unexpected...... I can't think of the Bodhisattva...... "Han Feng suddenly felt that his throat was very dry, and he needed to use up the sea water of the Pacific Ocean to moisten it, so he couldn't even speak coherently, but it was natural.

Chen Dan is much more normal:

"Auntie, after eating beef soup, will you forget my Han Feng father?"

The man just smiled slightly, and he had already pulled the aura of the underworld, the aura behind his head was visible, and his mouth was extremely kind:

"There is no self, there is no phase, there is no catastrophe and no life. These soups and rice are just born from the heart, and the layman has a great responsibility, so why should he be so shallow? ”

Chen Dan was puzzled and looked at Han Feng. Crazy Brother scratches his head:

"The so-called Three Realms, that's it...... The Great Apocalypse? Let's talk about it later! ”

The man sighed, lightly clasped his middle finger with the thumb of his right hand, looked at Han Feng, and asked softly:

"In the Three Realms, heaven and earth are empty, but the world is alone, and it is difficult to give up. Even if this human world is deceitful and strife, he is only as stubborn as a child, and his sin will not lead to death. Lay people have great opportunities, how can they be willing to let everything be empty? ”

Han Feng looked at her orchid fingers, was stunned for a moment, and then protected Chen Dan behind him, but his face was a spring breeze:

"What the Bodhisattva says must be the truth! It's just that our strength is limited, and it is estimated that we will not be able to withstand the catastrophe...... If you can get the help of the Bodhisattva, you will definitely be able to overcome all difficulties! ”

The man's robe moved in the wind, and the smile on his face became more and more clear:

"The layman is really lazy. I knew that the Tibetan people were so slack, so it was better to go with Hongjun with peace of mind...... Tell me, what is it to save this world? ”

Hey! Han Feng was overjoyed in his heart: it turned out that even the Bodhisattva couldn't escape the interests of the original interests! In that case, why didn't Lao Tzu open his mouth?

If this Bodhisattva can be on the front line of resisting robbery, wouldn't it make Lao Tzu's safety factor increase a lot?

"Where am I lazy?" The crazy brother was very righteous and righteous, pinched the big bowl of ginger soup and took a sip:

"Ever since I got the inheritance, I've never had a good night's sleep, I've had a full meal, and I've even dreamed about how I could save the world......"

The man watched quietly and listened silently, until Han Feng finished complaining, and then smiled lightly:

"I know all the sufferings of the layman...... However, the responsibility of the catastrophe can only fall on the layman, even if he escapes from the Three Realms and Five Elements, it is in vain. In this case, why don't the laymen summon up the remaining courage and win the battle? ”

"What are the consequences of victory or defeat, the layman naturally knows that the poor monk has long been far away and has not been harmed in the slightest, and this appearance is just a great wish in the past. Among them, the powerful points are still to be seen by the laymen. ”

"The meals are all on the table, and the lay father and daughter enjoy it to their heart's content, although they have the name of Meng Po, they have no ability to forget their feelings."

"Before leaving, the poor monk still has a word, I hope the layman will keep it in his heart." The man brushed the monk's robe with his bare hand and smiled quietly:

"The catastrophe of the destruction of the world has been opened since the time when the layman was destined! At this time, it is the way to quit and die...... The layman is intelligent, and he should understand how powerful it is. ”

"The poor monks are not monks, and when the opportunity is over, they will return. It's just that they can't let go of these sentient beings, so they leave this bit of Buddha's intention, and the laymen should be able to understand it. ”

"At the foot of Putuo Mountain, in the purple bamboo forest, there is still my survival, and I hope that the monk will give it to the dragon girl." The man looked at Chen Dan with a smile, and nodded to Han Feng again:

"The blessings of the Three Realms are all in your body! It's a blessing or a curse, so you can do it yourself! ”

As soon as the words fell, the man had turned into a faint breeze and disappeared in the gloomy world, leaving only the stunned Han Feng and the stupid Chen Dan, still looking at the sky.

After a long time, Han Feng sat on the ground and sat down undeadly, looking at the soup bowl of "more brown sugar and more ginger" on the bluestone board, and said weakly:

"Dandan, eat this bowl of beef noodles...... Unexpectedly, since this guy came to Huaxia, he is not even taboo about beef! ”

Chen Dan looked at Han Feng, then at the big bowl, and finally at the sky where the man had disappeared, and suddenly smiled:

"Dad Han Feng, there is so much beef, Dandan can't eat it alone. If you don't share half of it, you don't have to drink that brown sugar ginger soup! ”

You say if you don't drink it, you won't drink it? Han Feng was depressed in his heart, and hatefully kneaded her head into a pile of grass:

"Divide it, divide it! There is a meal that counts as a meal! ”

"After you go back, don't tell anyone that we drink soup and eat meat here, just treat it as if you haven't been here, don't you hear it!"

Chen Dan didn't know why, but he still nodded heavily:

"Hmmm! I know, this is my secret with Han Feng's father, and no one will tell me! Even if it's Xiaojin, I won't tell him...... But Han Feng's father, this beef is really delicious, so I won't give it to you! ”

Where is Han Feng still in the mood to eat and drink, he drank the bowl of ginger soup in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and smiled miserably:

"You Laozi and I, now I'd rather this be Meng Po Tang and be able to look at everything, than follow that guy's thoughts......"

The crazy brother's mental activities obviously did not affect Chen Dan's appetite. What's more, the beef soup is really delicious, and it has been eaten and drunk by Chen Dan in a hurry, and he almost licked a hole at the bottom of the bowl.

Han Feng smiled bitterly, reached out and pinched her little face:

"Let's go, when I go back, don't say anything, everything is on my father and me."

Chen Dan nodded sensibly:

"That's a must!"

The father and daughter ate and drank everything, ignored the dishes and chopsticks, and walked towards the Nai He Bridge.

Chen Dan was innocent, didn't know the sorrow, and couldn't stop laughing all the way:

"Dad Han Feng, don't fall down."

"Dad Han Feng, the flowers below are so beautiful, I want to pick them up and raise them at home."

"Dad Han Feng, why can't this bridge be finished? If you don't go back, Huanhuan will starve to death......"

Han Feng looked at her bouncing little body, listening to her happy and crisp laughter, the mood that should have been returning from the amusement park was gloomy!

It's completely dark!