Under the leadership of Hu Shanlin, our group walked across the Nai He Bridge. There is a stone platform next to the bridge, which is circular, similar to the one where the traffic police stand when directing traffic at the intersection.

To my surprise, there was a round mirror in the air next to the platform, which was unframed and wrapped in gray-black clouds, held in mid-air.

I asked Hu Shanlin what it was, and Hu Shanlin told me: "The stone platform is the Wangxiang Platform, and the mirror is the Wangxiang Mirror." It is only after the first seven days of death that the soul begins to wake up. was hooked to the underworld, climbed to the lookout platform, and finally looked at the person he was concerned about in the mirror. Cry loudly, this is the only way to go to the capital with all your heart. “

Hearing this, I felt sad in my heart, and I couldn't help but think of the poem: When the children and grandchildren return their grace, a handful of loess will be separated forever, and the wind on the Wangxiang platform will be miserable, but there is nothing to do on the bridge.

I asked Hu Shanlin with some curiosity: "Since the mirror can see the yang world, can I see whoever I want?" “

As soon as I said this, not only Hu Shanlin, but even the Changtang disciples who had not reacted behind him collectively trembled.

Before I could figure out what was going on, Hu Shanlin pulled me forward and said, "Don't mess around, it's for the souls of the dead." You are a yang soul, not only can you not see the yang world, but you may see the past life. But this is a leaking machine, and it will drain your lifespan in an instant. Even if you have been in this life for too long in your previous life, I'm afraid you won't be able to return to yang before I see you. “

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I finally understood why they were so scared, and I was trembling more than they did.

Good fellow, I don't know how many years I've been in the Blood Ping Bitter Realm, but I must have been in my last life for a long time now, and I definitely died before I could see it.

I walked briskly forward, turning my back. The mirror wasn't hanging very high, and I was afraid I would accidentally see something.

After passing the Wangxiang Terrace, there is a small teahouse not far in front of it, and the banner says "soup".

The small teahouse has only two floors, and there is a large cauldron at the door. At this time, a woman who looked to be about thirty years old, dressed in dark blue, was stirring in the pot with a large spoon in her hand.

Far away, I smelled a scent. I can't describe the smell, it's like something is in my head, it's just what it tastes like.

This is in front of the Wangxiang Terrace, and the word "soup" is written on the front of the teahouse. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the place where Meng Po sells Meng Po soup.

I think the age of the woman who sells the soup is a young woman, how can this be called Meng Po, it is too inappropriate.

As I walked forward, I asked Hu Shanlin in a low voice: "Brother Shanlin, is this Meng Po?" This is also too young, and there are no wrinkles on his face after selling soup for so many years, how can he be called a mother-in-law? “

Hu Shanlin was shocked when he heard this, and it was too late to cover my mouth. The woman who sold the soup had such good ears that she heard my whisper after a dozen steps.

The apricot eyes of the woman who sold the soup stood up, and she shouted, "What do you say about my master?" Besides, selling soup? Did you give money when you drank soup in your last life? “

Good guy, he's pretty and pretty, why is this talking so impulsively. If she wants Meng Po, forget it, she said that Meng Po is her master, then I can't bear it, my master is still the sixth master, who did I blow it with?

I was just about to throw two sentences of soup, Hu Shanlin immediately gave me a look, and then said to the woman: "Auntie, don't blame, my family has no other meaning, he just doesn't have a door." “

As Hu Shanlin spoke, he hugged his fists and nodded, his attitude made me feel empty. I said in my heart, isn't Meng Po more powerful than my master? If that's the case, this woman has a bad temper, and I'd better stop looking for trouble.

Hu Shanlin stabbed me again while speaking, and after I realized it, although I was a little reluctant in my heart, I put on a smile on my face, hugged my fists and said: "Fairy don't blame, I don't mean anything else, I just treat you as Meng Po and her old man." “

The woman's attitude towards me was quite satisfied, and she waved her hand generously and said to me: "Meng Po is my master, and she is now listening to the Fa in the Yinshan Blood River." I'm not a fairy, just call me Aunt Meng. “

I'm depressed, why do you take advantage of me when you talk well?

I know that neither the fairy nor the ghost can distinguish age from physiognomy. Even if you're much older than me, you can't walk down the street and an old man comes over and says, "Call me grandpa." "Then I'll call it?

Hu Shanlin looked at my expression and said to me with a smile: "Don't think about it, you don't suffer if you call her Aunt Meng." “

Yes, he said so, then I'll call it. I reluctantly shouted "Aunt Meng"

The woman's always frowning brows finally relaxed, and she said to me with a smile: "You are coming over, your Smoke Soul Sect Master has said hello, and I am actually waiting for you here." You really don't suffer a loss when you call me Aunt Sheng, your old stele king has drunk soup with me many times. “

After listening to this, I suddenly realized, and complimented: "In that case, Aunt Meng, you are old enough to see my great-grandfather reincarnated so many times." ”

"Ahem, ahem." After I said this, she coughed as if she was choking.

Hu Shanlin's expression on his face was quite rich, as if he disliked me and was ashamed, he said to me: "Don't talk nonsense, the old stele king is here to drink soup!" ”

"yes, I didn't say I was here to eat." I was a little confused and replied puzzled.

Hu Shanlin's face turned black and he was speechless, and Aunt Meng was out of breath with a smile. I thought to myself, what's the matter, what's so funny?

After a long time, Aunt Meng finally finished laughing and explained to me: "The reason why Meng Po soup can clear my memory is because it is filled with Lethe water. Before you put the water in Lethe, let's actually try the most delicious of the six courses. ”

Aunt Meng said that she was going to give it to me, but I immediately refused. One is that I'm not sure if I'll become a fool after drinking, and I'm really not in the mood to eat in an underworld.

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Seeing that I was scared, Hu Shanlin assured me: "Aunt Meng is right, Meng Po soup is indeed the most delicious, I don't believe you smell it." ”

Hu Shanlin pulled me to the pot, and I didn't believe much in his statement. Just kidding, this is the underworld, I don't believe it's better than the heavens?

As soon as she walked to the pot, Aunt Meng lifted the lid of the pot. The aroma of the pot immediately entered my mind, and I felt a sense of happiness at that moment.

With an uncontrollable appetite, I looked down into the pot. Hu Shanlin asked me, "God's gift, what do you see?" ”

"There is roast chicken, and there are meat buns, doesn't it mean that there is soup in it?" I asked, puzzled.

Hu Shanlin didn't answer my question, but said to me: "Think about what you want to eat most now, and then look into the pot." ”

I don't understand why he said that, but if I want to ask what I want to eat the most, I haven't had time to eat the fire spoon made by my grandmother yet.

While thinking, I looked down into the pot, and I was stunned.

I pointed to the slowly burning spoon inside and asked Hu Shanlin: "Brother Shanlin, this... This... What's going on? ”

Hu Shanlin said to me with a smile: "You let me see, the things I see must be different from you, the best thing in my impression is the spiritual fruit that my grandfather found for me when I opened my spiritual wisdom." ”

I listened to the meaning of Hu Shanlin's words, as if I wanted to eat whatever I wanted, and I had what I wanted, which was also amazing.

Aunt Meng on the side explained to me with a smile, it turned out that Meng Po soup was not soup, Meng Po was born in the Western Han Dynasty, studied Confucian books since childhood, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures when she grew up.

When she was still alive, she never recalled the past, and never thought about the future, but only wholeheartedly persuaded people not to kill and to be vegetarian. One day, Meng Po had a dream that there was a ghost in the underworld, and when she was about to enter the capital city, she looked at the country mirror.

The ghost saw his wife in the mirror, and immediately sat down crying, and the ghost refused to leave no matter how much he whipped him. The demon asked him how he could move forward. The ghost said that he wanted to eat the food cooked by his wife, and if he could, he would be willing to go to the underworld to be tortured and wait for reincarnation.

After Meng Po woke up, she made a great wish that she would go to the underworld to get rid of sentient beings after death, so that the deceased soul could eat the delicious dish she missed the most at the end of her life. From then on, let go of obsession and be willing to reincarnate.

Aunt Meng said this, folded her palms and bowed in the direction of the capital city, and then continued: "Later, after my master died, I came to Yin Si, and I still didn't forget the great wish in my heart. King Jizo Bodhisattva had compassion for all sentient beings and also for my master's kindness, and took away my master with great vows. My master blessed the Bodhisattva with the great wish of the King of Jizo, and this is why there is the so-called Meng Po soup. ”

It turns out that this is the case, Meng Po is really a bodhisattva, and in line with the great wish she made at the beginning, she has been in this vast yin division for so many years to get rid of ghosts.

Hu Shanlin asked me, "How is it?" Have a bowl to try? ”

Actually, I don't need to say it, I'm already hungry. If you look at the contents of the pot with your eyes, you will be able to eat whatever you want. If you don't look at it with your eyes, it seems that no one can resist the smell.

As if she was afraid that I would not be at ease, Aunt Meng said to me while serving: "Don't worry, anyone can eat the things in the pot, and when you wash the memories of the dead soul, you have to go to Lechuan to add water." ”

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Aunt Meng put two bowls on the table, and when I looked down, there was a thin skin and a big filling spoon in my bowl, while Hu Shanlin's bowl was still soup.

I asked Hu Shanlin puzzled: "Brother Shanlin, didn't you say that what you want to eat most is fruit?" ”

Hu Shanlin said to me with a smile while drinking, "I'm just eating fruit." You see I'm drinking soup because you don't know what I want to eat the most. In fact, it's the same, you think you're eating, and we see that you're also drinking soup. ”

This is really amazing, if someone told me that Meng Po soup was like this before I came down, then I would definitely not be able to believe it.

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