110 Three Lives III

I don't know if it's my delusion, I always feel that after I took that step, Qin Luo and Su Han became nervous, and they kept peeking at me with their little eyes along the way, and they were caught by me several times but they wanted to say something and stopped, I don't know what they were doing.

At this moment, Qin Luo suddenly asked me this question, which made me not know what to say.

"If you don't drink, if you don't drink, how can I be willing to forget you." I followed the example of him touching me, stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch his head, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he did not hide, but lowered his head a little, as if to make it more convenient for me.

This warmth came too quickly, making me feel a little unreal more and more, until I kneaded Qin Luo's head into a bird's nest, and I felt a little more steady.

"Anzhi, you are really..."Qin Luo pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly, took my hand and walked onto the bridge.

I thought it was just a small bridge of more than ten meters, but when I walked in, I found that the bridge had three layers, the top layer was paved with white marble, the road surface was wide and smooth, there was almost no big undulation, and it was completely effortless to walk up.

The second layer is slightly higher than the river, and is paved with pebbles, which is a bit tricky to step on. From time to time, there are still a few hollows, and if you can't walk, you will fall into the river, and it is said that this side is for those who have mixed good and evil, and whether they can pass smoothly or not depends on each individual.

As for the third layer, it is half hidden in the river, you must know that the river water is corrosive, and the corrosion is not the human body, but the human soul. This is for the wicked, and less than 1 in 10,000 can pass.

It's just that now, this Lechuan River is not as magnificent as I imagined, and there is no legend that there are ghosts and cow and horse shrines that emerge from the middle from time to time, I have no way to see the scene of Qin Luo's self-explosion back then, but looking at the unusual way of this road, I can take a glimpse of the growth of the scene back then.

It's just that with the power of one person, the entire underworld can be sealed, how strong is it in his heyday?

"Let's go, Anzhi, let's go." Qin Luo picked me up and walked towards the bridge, but instead of going up to the third floor, he walked to the bottom floor.

All that calm crumbled the moment he stepped onto the bridge.

The Lethe River tumbled violently, emitting thick black smoke, and a miserable whimper filled my mind.

I turned my head to look at Su Han and Qin Luo, their expressions were very calm, and they let the fishy river water sweep over their bodies, their steps were slow but the rhythm was distinct.

From time to time, the ghost heads and ghost hands of the friends in the river appeared, and one by one, the body was not complete, and they all fell down from this bridge, with endless regret and resentment, staying here for life and life, never being reborn, and watching others walk by every day, going to bliss.

For some reason, when I stepped on this bridge, my body was shrouded in a layer of golden light, not only would it not be corroded by those ghosts and rivers, but even I seemed to have a purifying function, and wherever I went, the river water would suddenly become clear, and it became a pure land in this endless sky.

I saw that those souls who were affected by me turned into entities and walked onto the bridge, some on the second floor, and some even flew directly to the first floor, and soon walked to the other side of the river, Standing on the lookout platform and looking at me silently, the black pressure fell to its knees.

"Xiao Anzhi, you are a real blessing, to be precise, these people are really lucky, now Meng Po is no more, no one can cook that Meng Po soup, these can even be reincarnated with memories. I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. Su Han glanced at the wild ghosts on the shore, and the bodies of those people were prostrate even lower.

I could even feel that it was the respect that seeped from the depths of my soul, and the suppression of absolute strength.

"What about Meng Po?" I looked at him with some puzzlement, and the pavilion was lined with wooden bowls of various shapes and a large cauldron. It's just that the pot is empty, not to mention the legendary Meng Po soup, and there is not even a shadow of grass.

"Meng Po? For the sake of a man, he was punished by your family Qin Luo to suffer in the world. Su Han said with a smile, turned around and walked to the shore, and walked straight towards the Wangxiang platform, which was about the same size, and the whole body was the color of white jade, not like a product of the underworld.

It's like those famous places of interest in the yang world, or the Qionglou Yuyu built by the ancient kings for Mei Ji.

"Did she do anything?" For some reason, I suddenly became very interested in this Meng Po, whom I had never met, and subconsciously asked.

Qin Luo tilted his head and glanced at me, and said, "I didn't do anything, I just didn't give Meng Po soup to a man, and when he showed the way, he also turned the ghost path he was supposed to take into the path of immortality." ”

"The way to immortality? What is that? ”

"The way of immortality is specially prepared for the upper realm, or those who are deeply blessed, such as your well-known Confucius, etc., or those children of immortals, who are idle and bored, and have to come to the world to go through the experience..."

"Is there really a fairy world?"

"Yes, it's just not as complicated as you imagined, just like this Meng Po soup, in fact, after Meng Po left, the recipe was left, but we are all lazy, too lazy to collect those raw materials, and this Lechuan River water, not everyone can touch it." Su Han sighed, suddenly flicked his sleeves, and those who were kneeling on the ground were all rolled up by him.

A black chain connected them from beginning to end, and the one at the head had an extra white light in his hand, and a large red character on it was very eye-catching.

"Ann"

I watched Qin Luo fly to the first human immortal, staring at the lantern with his eyes, and his right hand slapped towards the lantern several times, but finally took it back and closed his eyes.

"That's it, since you can't get rid of it anymore, then let it be."

On the side of Qin Luo's body, the group of ghosts left in a long line.

I watched their vanishing backs and always felt like we were going to see each other again.

Some people say that Meng Po soup is also known as forgetting love water or forgetting sorrows, and once you drink it, you will forget your past and present lives. A lifetime of love, hatred, and hatred, the ups and downs of a lifetime, all of which were forgotten with this bowl of Meng Po soup. The people who are concerned in this life, and the people who are hated in this life, are like strangers in the next life, and they don't know each other. Everyone in the yang world has their own bowl here, and the Meng Po soup in the bowl is actually the tears shed by the living people in their lives.

。 Meng Po collected their tears one by one, boiled them into soup, and when they left the world and walked on the bridge, let them drink them, forget their love and hatred when they were alive, clean up, and re-enter the six realms, either as immortals, or as people, or as animals.

However, the prescription in front of me is not like this, but there are thousands of medicinal materials, many of which are not named.

Not to mention whether those medicinal materials are good or not, it seems that it takes a lot of effort to collect these more than 1,000 kinds just to collect.

No wonder that Meng Po is going to run away, whoever does this work will be deceived.

"Anzhi, what are you looking for?" Seeing that I didn't move, Su Han came over again.

I glanced at Qin Luo, who was in a daze in the distance, and said in a low voice: "Looking for the Sansheng Stone, didn't you say that there is a Sansheng Stone in the underworld, it is on the edge of the Nai He Bridge, but how long have we been walking out, why haven't we seen a similar stone." ”

"Oh, you mean the broken stone, far away in the sky, close in front of you." The corners of Su Han's mouth outlined a strange arc, and he smiled very wildly.

Qin Luo turned his head, and his good-looking eyebrows were twisted into a huge Sichuan character.

"Could it be that he did it again?" I was suddenly a little speechless, what did this Qin Luo do!

Su Han raised his eyebrows and didn't speak.

The corners of Qin Luo's mouth twitched, and finally he was defeated by my hot gaze, walked to my side step by step, coughed twice before saying: "This king didn't believe in love, nor did he believe in those so-called fateful three lives, every day there are those lonely souls, wild ghosts, idiots, men and women who can't be reincarnated, and they are always dangling on the stone, and when I am annoyed, I smash it to pieces." ”

"And the stone is really not as magical as you imagined, what can record people's love and memory, but it is just a kind of argillaceous limestone, brownish, vermilion, yellow, earthy yellow and other colors. Most of the Ming see are produced in the hometown of Confucius Qufu on the north of the Jiuxian Mountain, its texture is soft, the literature and science are delicate, the Sansheng stone in front of the mountain is maroon-red, called the Sansheng stone Yang Stone, and the stone on the back of the mountain is mostly Xuan Huang or earthy yellow, it is called the Sansheng Stone Yin Stone, the Sansheng Stone contains cinnabar, quartz, calcite, stibnite, ground opening stone, kaolinite and other components. ”

"Well, in the underworld, in the heart of the mountain behind the Hades Palace, 100,000 years ago it was only used as a street sign, I don't know which infatuated ghost engraved his name on it first, and after a long time, there are those sayings."

"Yes, you have made a song specifically for this stone, and if you want to hear it, I can sing it to you." Su Han recommended himself, for fear that I would refuse.

Looking at the three lives on the three-life stone, the fate of the three lives is eternal.

Who did you have a relationship with in your previous life? Will we meet again in the next life?

In this life, the dream of Huangquan Road is broken, and there are tears in front of the flowers on the other side.

Who is engraved in front of the blood-colored stone? How many layers of tears are there in the township?

I love this life in my dreams, and I don't envy the gods or monks.

However, don't go far on the bridge, and meet to be reincarnated with the next life.

The past passes with the wind, and the veins are tender around the ancient vines.

The affectionate stone is cast, and the sea is accompanied by the mountain alliance.

Banshan League....

His voice grew lower, and before we knew it, we were far away from the river, and in the distance, the shadows of ten palaces came into view.

Qin Luo took my hand and tightened it a little more.

Seeing that I was about to reach the first hall of the Great Na, Qin Luo suddenly let go of my hand, gave Su Han a complicated look, and pushed me hard into his arms, disappearing in an instant.

I stood dumbfounded, not understanding what was going on.

Su Han put his arms around my waist directly and whispered in my ear: "An Zhi, do you know why Qin Luo and I suddenly decided to come to the underworld? ”

"Why?"

"Because there is another ghost road in the yang world... And it's something we've never seen before, you know what that means? It means that in the underworld, in addition to this seat, there are still people who are ready to move on this throne.....

(Note: About the road of reincarnation in the underworld, there are different opinions on the Internet, Bai is also using Baidu and some historical information, this is a novel, don't be entangled, after all, Bai has not gone down, and there is no guarantee that what is said is right... Another: Sansheng Shige source, a blogger's Weibo)