Legend has it that the tears shed by the world will be collected by Meng Po and boiled into soup, and after death, when people die, they will cross the Huangquan Road and cross the Nai He Bridge, they need to drink Meng Po soup first, and settle the past grievances and hatreds before they can be reincarnated.

Legend has it that there is a flower on Huangquan Road, called Mandala Hua, the color is red, and it is extremely gorgeous. The fragrance of the flowers is attractive, and the smell can recall the events of the previous life, which is the flower of hell.

Legend has it that there is a flower named Manzhu Sahua, which is pure white in color and extremely beautiful. The fragrance of flowers is light, and the pain of this life can be forgotten when smelled, and it is the flower of heaven.

Everyone in the world knows the legend, but they don't know that the mandala flower and the manzhu sawa flower bloom side by side, one red and one white, which is the flower watered by Meng Po with tears. The tears of the world are half boiling soup and half watering flowers. The tears of the world are half because of hatred and half because of love. The tears shed because of hatred are absorbed by the mandala hua, and the tears shed because of love are absorbed by the manju sawa. However, the love and hate of the world is a thought, love can give rise to hate, and hate is also because of love, just like Mandala Hua and Manju Shahua, one thought of hell, one thought of heaven, one thought of becoming a demon, and one thought of becoming a Buddha.

I have seen a kind of wound in the world, which is not cured by the healer, and it is called the original wound, which has no love and hate, and it gives birth to love and hate. It is a nightmare to wake up in the middle of the night, it is a black hole deep in the soul. The world is deeply tormented by it, borrowing wine to drown sorrows, drunk and sober, sober up and drunk, I want to make a wine, drunk and sober, and when I wake up, I can forget the original injury.

How to solve the worries, only Du Kang.

I don't remember where I came, and I don't know where I got back. I don't know how to be sad or happy. I live, I die. I wander between heaven and earth, in the desolation of history. I'm both male and female, like a human and a ghost.

Obsessed, I take winemaking as my companion, day after day, year after year, regardless of spring and autumn.

I failed again, drank the last sip of the wine, poured into the winery, and fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, there was an old man, who called himself Du Kang, and he said:

"Idiot, half a drop of sad tears, a cup of the strongest wine, with the fragrance of forgetting worries, can become what you want."

"Where to find sad tears, how to make the strongest wine, why forget the fragrance of sorrow?"

I asked eagerly.

"You can get it on the other side."

"Where's the other side? Don't go, old man, old man......"

I wanted to grab Du Kang's fading figure, and as soon as I stretched out my hand, I found that there was a fire next to me, my winery was burning, the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the house was full of wine, they were all my failures, and they were also my hard work, and they exploded and burned quickly in the fire, and there was an instant fire around me. As the fire spread, the sky burned, and I felt a mysterious force sweep me into the burning sky, and I slowly lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found myself in a strange place, surrounded by bright lights and people, who looked different from me, and completely different from the environment in which I used to live.

"Am I dreaming? Liquor? Did he bring me here? Where is it? The other side! ”

The doubts in my mind were dispelled by the word "other side", I scanned everything around me, pinched myself, it hurt, I was not dreaming now, and it was not a dream just now.

This is the other side, here is what I want.

A tavern in front of me attracted me,

"Vodka Tavern",

I walked in slowly.

What caught my eye was a man, glass after glass, drinking alone. The closer I got, the more sad and lonely he felt, and I felt very uncomfortable, and I never felt that way. Looking at him, I had the feeling that I was from an old friend.

I went up to him, snatched the wine he was about to drink, and asked:

"What kind of wine is this?"

"Vodka, the strongest liquor in the world."

"The strongest wine in the world? You drink the strongest wine in the world, but you have the most sober eyes in the world? ”

"Vodka, not everyone can drink it, you can't drink enough, don't drink indiscriminately."

Before he could stop me, I drank the wine from my glass. As soon as the wine entered my throat, I felt dry lips, followed by my mouth, throat, and stomach...... The water in my body seemed to be evaporating rapidly, and I felt hot and uncomfortable.

"It's the strongest wine in the world!"

It was as if I had fallen into an embrace, and then I fell asleep unconsciously and unconscious.

"The amount of alcohol is still so bad!"

In a trance, I seemed to hear someone say something like this.

I'm really drunk, and I'm really asleep, I've been for a long, long time, I haven't slept so peacefully, even dreams are beautiful.

In the dream, on the Huangquan Road, there are endless side flowers, one red and one white, swaying in the wind, complementing each other, and even the ghosts passing by do not feel sad.

I walked through Huangquan Road and came to Meng Pozhuang,

"Meng Po, the flowers you planted are so beautiful!"

"Girl, you're here, the flowers are very beautiful!"

Meng Po looked at me, I always felt that she had something to say, but she didn't seem to want to say it clearly, and I didn't force it.

"Meng Po, why did you appear in my dream?"

I have lived for a thousand years, and I will not be manipulated by dreams, and I will be awake in dreams.

"Dreams? Girl, this is not a dream, you can't dream, only people can dream, this is a dream-like fantasy, didn't Old Man Du Kang tell you? ”

"People can dream, I can't dream, am I not human? What is a dreamlike world? ”

Before I could react, Meng Po said again:

"That's it, girl, since you have found the strongest liquor and come to my Meng Po Village, I will tell you about the original tears. If you want to heal the original wound, you have to get the original tears, you see this Meng Po soup, it is all tears, this is the tears of the world's life, and the original tears, but there is none, how to find it, it depends on your own creation. ”

"Does half a tear of sadness mean half a tear of original sorrow? And why half a drop? ”

I was too puzzled, but Meng Po didn't want to say more, she continued to boil the soup, and never looked at me again, I heard someone call me, and woke up from the dream-like dream.

What I don't know is that after my soul left Meng Po Village, an old man came out of the village, it was Du Kang,

"Don't worry, old woman, they'll make it."

"Of course it will, but it's just that the two children are suffering."

"That's their robbery, so don't worry about it."

"Don't you care, why did you tell her the recipe for making wine, and also took her to find the strongest wine, and let her come to this Meng Po Village."

"Alas, I don't look at that girl who only knows that she is dedicated to making wine, it has been a thousand years, and she hasn't made the strongest wine, but she is my apprentice, how embarrassing it is to say it! Moreover, the mandala Hua is about to bloom, and if she doesn't go to Luo Hua again, I'm afraid she will have to wait for another thousand years. The focus is on healing the original wounds, the original tears are the key, and whether they can let the world leave the original tears is their ability. ”

"Whatever you say, don't disturb me to make soup, go and distribute soup to the ghosts."

"Okay!"

Meng Po looked at Du Kang's back, her eyes full of smiles.