Everything in the world has life and death, the way from which it comes from, and the place where it returns.

The emperors of the world sit on the mountains and rivers, follow the orders of heaven, go through thousands of dynasties, manage the four times, and save the people from fire and water.

Bear its weight, wear its crown, the supreme of the human race.

Or one lifetime is not enough to achieve a great cause, or if you want to dominate the rivers and mountains and enjoy a thousand years of prosperity, you will seek the method of eternal life.

A scholar is even on the night of the full moon in the lunar year, breaking thousands of miles with the wind, rolling yellow sand, and finally crossing the underworld.

(a)

"Mother. ”

A little girl stood by the iron pot that was a head taller than her and raised her cute little face: "What are you boiling? ”

"Ah Qi, my mother is boiling the soup, you have to remember how this soup is made, and in the future, you will have to boil this soup every day to attract the soul. ”

Meng Po is extremely beautiful, with a bun coiled in the back of her head, a golden hairpin obliquely inserted, her eyebrows and eyes are amorous, and her are half-old, adding more charm.

"I've seen all of this, but I don't know why those people want to drink this soup?"

"Because there are countless grievances and hatreds in the world, they all have people they want to forget. ”

A tear slid down her cheek and landed in the soup pot, causing ripples.

"Why is my mother crying?"

"Where is the lord of Meng Pozhuang?" There was a shout from the main hall of Meng Pozhuang, Ah Qi hurriedly trotted over, only to see a scholar who looked like a scholar was being escorted by the ghost, the ghost was handsome, dressed in a black brocade robe, with rusty red dark lines, and a jade belt around his waist decorated with red agate.

"Shen Tujun is really dedicated, and it doesn't make people breathe at noon?"

The little girl rolled her eyes and looked at her future husband, her mother once said that when she was old, she would promise her to this ghost as a wife, she didn't understand at first, but later she saw that he was born beautiful, but she was also happy.

"There are no dead people at noon?

Shen Tu pressed the spirit to the wooden chair, picked up a bowl of water from Ah Qi's case, and drank it.

"Well, my mother is busy with business, so I'll come and see if he is going to reincarnation or blood pool purgatory. ”

Ah Qi put on a young and old look, waved his hand and continued: "Shen Tujun, you go and get busy, I can do this little thing at my fingertips." ”

Although Ah Qi is young, he is extremely smart, and he watches his mother deal with these trivial matters every day, and he is also very handy.

Shen Tu was extremely relieved of her, and turned around and left quickly, after all, there are still dozens of souls waiting to be detained on the roster, as the saying goes, the king of Hades wants you to die in the third watch, who dares to keep people until the fifth watch, the time difference between the two watches is reserved for Shen Di, and it is understandable that he is entangled in affairs, and he is occasionally delayed for a while.

"This god is the busiest person in my underworld. ”

Ah Qi smiled at the scholar and took out the yin and yang book, and with a wave of his little hand, he saw that the font appeared densely on it, Ah Qi nodded while looking at it: "It's a good person, drink the soup." ”

Immediately, a bowl of fragrant soup was placed in front of the scholar.

The scholar drank the soup and sighed and said, "Good soup!

"You are your dining room, and you want to have another bowl? If you drink too much, you will be a fool in the next life, don't be greedy!"

The scholar got up and was about to cross the Nai He Bridge, but was stopped by Ah Qi: "Wait!

"What's that?"

"Clothes off. ”

The scholar looked embarrassed and said in surprise: "Is there still such a rule in the underworld?"

"Hades doesn't have it, but I have it. ”

The scholar blushed, slowly unbuttoned his clothes, and the lean and strong man's body slowly appeared in front of him.

Ah Qi saw that he was engraved with a sigil shining, Meng Po happened to come over, she glanced at the scholar, and only said to Ah Qi: "Ah Qi, go back to the room." ”

"Mother, but he ......."

"Go back to your room. Meng Po's tone was rarely harsh, and Ah Qi didn't dare to insist anymore, so he could only glance curiously at the charm on the scholar's body and walk back to the room.

"You are not a mortal, you are quite virtuous, why did you come to my underworld?"

The scholar smiled and said, "When you come to Hades, of course, you will die." ”

"The spell on your body can ensure that you stay in the underworld for twelve hours, safe and sound, and you will not be able to enter reincarnation at all. ”

The scholar was kind and said gloomily: "In this case, I have to go through this underworld even more. ”

"You can spend the rest of your life in the world when you go back now, and then go forward, after this Meng Pozhuang is the underworld, once you enter the underworld, there is no way back, can you think about it?"

"I have been ordered by my king to come to Hades to get the secret of immortality. ”

"Ridiculous, I have been on an errand in the underworld for hundreds of years, and I have never heard of the secret of immortality, and even if I can live forever, the time of life and death is written in the yin and yang book, and at that time, the ghost is sent to the soul, and no one can keep it, how can I talk about immortality?"

"There is no name of the king of my family in the book of yin and yang, but his body has been devoured by the fireworks of the mortal world, and he is already dying, and there is no name on the book of yin and yang, and he will become a lonely soul and a wild ghost after death, and he will inevitably find the secret of immortality to live in the world forever. ”

Meng Po stared at the scholar tightly, and her eyes were red: "The king of your family, can you call the queen secretary?"

(ii)

In ancient times, the Yellow Emperor and Chi You started a big war, the vision of the sky fell on the world, this image is attached to a woman in the world, this woman can dominate life and death, according to legend, this woman has the world.

The Yellow Emperor sent his subordinate minister Hou Qing to look for him in the world, and he was expected to have endless troubles in the future, so he ordered him to be killed.

Under the feet of Changbai, the snow-capped mountains do not melt, stretching continuously, like the heavenly fairy mountain, and standing in the world.

The snow was swept up by the wind, finely fragmented, and scattered in the air in a whirlpool, like a misty smoke, and a little cool.

Changbai is hidden in such smoke, looming, every night, the moonlight pours down, the sky is full of stars, should be covered with snow, as if the light is condensed in mid-air, there is no night, the white light undulating, and even illuminating the night sky.

The moonlight was like a veil, entwined with smoke, dancing in a gloomy landscape, like a lonely song.

The stars are within reach, the top of the mountain, the snow and mist, the wind, the fingertips, the stars, dreamy and magnificent.

The fish and dragon roar sadly, the reflected stars shake, the snow is long at night, and the song is last night's stars and last night's wind.

He came from the depths of such a snow-capped mountain, with a lonely courage and a cold body.

When he met her, he had existed in the world for nearly a thousand years, not knowing life and death, not knowing joy and sorrow, and immersed in countless killings and blood.

The first time he saw her, she was in her prime, unprecedented, holding a frozen duckling in her hand, and a tear of pity fell from the cheekling, and the tears wet the duckling's fluff, and it trembled a few times, and came back from the dead.

He decided that this was the person he was looking for.

He is a god who has no life and death, she is a mortal who can judge life and death.

She looked at the man covered in thick snow and asked with a smile, "Are you the legendary snowman?"

She smiled with two symmetrical pear vortices, a few points brighter than the white stars, and this smile seemed to make all sorrow disappear, like the sun of early spring in March, which melted the snow of December.

He had never seen such a smile, and he lost his mind for a moment.

She took him by the wrist and walked into the house.

All the way, he lowered his eyes and stared at her hand holding his wrist, a warm and soft touch that he had never felt before.

She only treated him as a passing guest, brushed the snow off his body, and boiled a bowl of hot soup on the wooden table.

The hot soup spread an ethereal mist between the two of them, and he pressed the sword at his waist, the bones on the back of his hand were clear and trembling slightly.

Killing a mortal who has no power to restrain a chicken, but it is effortless for him, thinking of the Chiyou army, he fought alone, and with a knife in his hand, he could kill hundreds of lives in the blink of an eye.

And at this moment, the sword in his hand turned out to be extremely heavy.

"What's your name?" she asked him with a smile.

“..........” He was still staring at the soup bowl in a daze, and the strength in his hand tightened a little.

"Huh?" She tentatively reached out and poked him.

He suddenly reacted: "Houqing." ”

"Looks like you've come from far away, what are you doing here?"

"Kill you. ”

Hou Qing said this sentence without foreshadowing, he thought that when he said this, he would see her panicked and fleeing, so he no longer hesitated and made a decisive move, but he didn't expect that she was only stunned for a moment before saying: "You are not the first person who wants to kill me, you can't kill me." ”

She pulled out the saber at his waist and cut it at her throat, Hou Qing subconsciously reached out to stop it, but it was too late, and the sharp blade that sharpened iron like clay slashed through her throat, leaving only a thin red mark.

Hou Qing raised her eyes and looked at her, she only said, "Look, I didn't lie to you." ”

Hou Qing stayed, looking for the secrets in her body, intending to crack her immortal method.

She taught him how to live in the world and took him to see the fireworks in the world.

The first time he tried extremely hard to pull the corners of his mouth open to reveal a lame smile, he leaned back and smiled backwards.

He fell in love with her, and from the first sight of her, he fell in love with his prey.

With a thousand-year-old white chill, he fell in love with her who was carrying the fireworks of the mortal world.

Being caught off guard is also fate.

At first, I wanted her life, but later, I wanted to make her name.

The Yellow Emperor sent people to take his life many times, but he was beheaded by the sword of Hou Qing, so that the Yellow Emperor was furious, abolished his lifelong cultivation, and was demoted to a mortal.

It is a mortal spirit, all of whom are born, old, sick and die, but she is not old, sick or injured.

From this moment on, he was reduced from a god to a mortal, and she became a fairy god.

She can bring the world back to life, but she can't save him who is cursed by the gods.

(3)

Everyone in the world knows that the Yin and Yang Book of the Underworld records life and death in the world, and if you tick off your name, you can have no life and no death.

She used her immortal spirit body to ride the wind on a cloudy day, step on the yellow sand, and enter the yellow spring.

When the judge inquired about the Yin-Yang Book, she tried her best to take it down, but found that the book full of lists did not have the word Houqing at all.

A thin book, written about life and death, is irrefutable.

Through the wind and snow, the green mountains are singing.

Fame and fortune, vain and hard work.

Sigh in the horse, fire in the stone, body in the dream.

Whether it is the soldiers and iron horses pumping corpses and stepping on the remains, or the end of the world for thousands of years, in the end, it is just a dream.

Life is like water, there is no end, only the remainder, the floating clouds blow into snow, and the taste of the world is boiled into tea.

She was so enlightened that she smiled and grabbed .......

As soon as he enters the underworld, his lifelong cultivation will come to naught, and there will be no return.

Her punishment was to be imprisoned in the underworld for the rest of her life, leading the living beings to reincarnation.

Everyone in the world asked about his name, but he said: nameless, only Meng Po's.

At that time, she was pregnant.

Her daughter, named Ah Qi.

"Seven" is the meaning of cutting off, but also represents the boundary from yang to yin, therefore, there are often people in the world who have passed away for seven days, and they can return to their hometowns to look at one of them.

(IV)

The scholar was slightly surprised, but still replied: "Yes, my king's name is Houqing." ”

"Did he ever give you a vial of his blood?"

"Exactly. The scholar was surprised by Meng Po's ability to ask hexagrams, but he knew everything, presumably the little girl just now also noticed that he was carrying human blood and fluid.

The scholar took out a small white jade porcelain bottle from his trouser pocket, Meng Po stepped forward to take it, raised her hand and pulled out the golden hairpin in the hair, stained it with blood in the bottle, and quickly inserted it into her chest.....

The scholar was stunned.....

"There is no way to live forever in this world, I have been waiting for him, and I guess he is too. ”

Meng Po was angry, and the golden light flowed all over her body: "In this world, only the blood of the fallen gods can kill Meng Po, and he called you to give me liberation, so it is also immortal." ”

Meng Aqi heard the sound and ran out, hugging his mother and couldn't stop crying, Meng Po waved her hand, and there was an extra bowl of soup on the table: "Aqi, drink this soup, from now on, you will be Meng Po." ”

"But, mother, I don't have anyone I want to forget, I don't want to forget my mother. ”

"Silly boy, this bowl of soup is not Meng Po soup, A-Niang has put less three-flavor medicine, drinking her can ensure that you will never suffer in this life. ”

Meng Po looked at the scholar with a satisfied smile: "You go quickly, the Yin soldiers will come after a while, and they won't be able to leave." ”

"Mother, he killed you. ”

"No, he saved me. ”

Meng Po's body gradually became transparent, and disappeared on the Huangquan Road with the yellow sand and hurricane.

(Woo)

Thou art poems,

Lying is also written,

How can the red dust be noisy, and the fireworks are turbid.