Looking at the old woman, I immediately panicked, and beads of sweat kept sliding down my forehead.

Huangquan Road, the other side of the flower, Sansheng Stone, Nai He Bridge, Lechuan River...... These have appeared, so, this guy in front of him should be Meng Po, right?

The old woman and her stall were right in front of me, but I couldn't feel anything, as if the place was empty.

"Are you...... Meng Po? ”

I just felt dry in my mouth, and my heart was filled with strange feelings in the face of the legendary characters.

The old woman laughed: "Little brother is really joking, Meng Po is an old man, that is a powerful power in the underworld, how dare I compare with her, old woman?"

Legend has it that Meng Po is an old man, with unparalleled appearance, and she is ashamed of flowers in the closed moon, and the dead bark on my face does not dare to ruin the reputation of her old man.

However, although the soup of the old body is not as good as the world-famous Meng Po soup, it also has some words.

After drinking Meng Po soup, it can make people forget the love and hatred of a lifetime, and reincarnate cleanly.

And the bowl of soup in the old body can remind people of all kinds of troubles in their previous lives...... In this world, there are not many people who are willing to forget, but there are many people who want to remember......"

At some point, the old woman came to me with a small bowl of topaz in her hand, and in that bowl was a bowl of soup as sweet as a summer night's dream.

"Young man, as long as you drink this bowl of soup, you can remember all kinds of causes and conditions in your previous life, and you can remember the boundless love, hatred, and hatred of the bitter sea......"

The old woman's words are like a magic sound filling the brain, as if far and near, gently fluttering in my ears, like a mother's nagging in the ear, making people only feel warm.

There was a hot flow in my heart, and in the chaos, I woke up for a moment, looking at the small topaz bowl that I had held in my hand and brought to my mouth, and a wave of confusion flashed in my heart.

This old woman must be a ghost in the formation, and this so-called soup that can remember all kinds of previous lives must also be something harmful...... But what if it really works?

Bu Nishang ...... Dayan Road...... These are all entangled with my previous life, I want to see if I am the Thirteen Sword Immortals of Dayan Dao, I want to see even more, at that moment of crisis, in order to save Zhang Mingyu in the Thirteen Sword Immortals, the woman in red who sacrificed her life to carry the Buddha Gate Demon Suppression Array is not Bu Nishang!

Ignoring the continuous release of heat from the seeds, I tilted my head and drank the soup from the topaz bowl.

With a bang, I only felt as if something had been broken open in my head, and pictures were coming at me like the sky was falling apart.

When the child was young, I worshipped an old man as a teacher, and the old man had a childish face, like a fairy.

After I got started, I studied and practiced hard, and my brothers treated me like a brother and a nephew, caring for me, and secretly taught each other all kinds of magic methods.

When he grows up and is in his prime, he and his brothers will explore the rivers and lakes together, full of pride......

It's just that the red dress, swaying in front of my eyes from time to time, like a gentle feather, keeps tugging at my heartstrings.

The avenue is boundless, and there is no end, in order to achieve some ability, I resolutely turned around and cut off that trace of love.

Rivaling the national teacher of the Great Yuan Dynasty, I am angry with Changhong, and the flying sword in my hand kills the enemy chieftain, just like a bag to get something!

Framed by Buddhism, trapped in the demon subduing array, the boundless Sanskrit sound contains a chilling killing machine!

In order to save me from it, all the senior brothers fell one after another, and when they broke through the demon subduing array, they were strongly counterattacked by the Buddhist Gate, and at the moment when I was about to get out of trouble, I was knocked into the dust.

At that moment, a red dress fluttered to kill, with a body full of yin qi, like a moth throwing fire, and crashed straight into the grand demon subduing array!

I finally got a good look at the face of the woman in the red dress...... Bu Nishang!

Really...... It's her!

The picture in front of me is fixed on that pretty face, that stubborn eyes, and that uncomplaining collision......

My face was cold, and I was crying.

I want to save Bu Nishang, I can't let her be so gone!

Whoa? Is it important? People and ghosts can't get close to each other? Joke!

I am Jiang Dudong, not Zhang Mingyu, what righteous reputation, what sectarian decency, I don't care at all, I only care, that woman who dares to use her powerful ghost body to collide with the great array of Buddhism for me!

The woman in red and Bu Nishang in a white dress slowly overlapped in my mind...... They were originally alone!

I tried again and again, trying to save Bu Nishang in the demon subduing array, but unfortunately I couldn't succeed, and I tried all kinds of means, but I couldn't change the final ending......

There was a foul smell and I couldn't help but retch!

Even though there was chaos in my mind, I instantly remembered the origin of this stench, the corpse oil refined by Zhan Baifeng!

With a bang, like smashed glass, everything in front of him became shattered and scattered into the endless dark void......

The scene in front of me changed suddenly, I was standing next to the Nai He Bridge, surrounded by Bu Nishang with a concerned face and Zhan Baifeng holding a small porcelain bottle with a wicked smile!

Everything I just saw, was it an illusion?

I was still immersed in boundless sorrow, but the uncontrollable vomiting quickly cleared my mind.

I'm in the way of that old woman!

But come to think of it, I had a chance to avoid this kind of fate, as long as I didn't drink that bowl of soup...... At that time, the heat flow from the seeds had already reminded me, but I couldn't help but want to see what it was like in my previous life and what had happened.

"Xiaodong, your kid's willpower is not strong enough, so easy to fall into the phantom array?"

Zhan Baifeng grinned, obviously interested in the tears on my face: "What did you see in the illusion?" Miss Bu left you? This tearful can't be bullied by someone in the illusion, right? ”

Although I know it's not reliable, I still have doubts in my heart, is what I just saw in the illusion real?

Those pictures are too real, and the feeling of being in the scene is definitely not explained by a simple illusion.

Thinking of Zou Minghai's explanation of the Burial Heaven Catalogue, I was suddenly shocked.

At the beginning, Zou Minghai told me that the Burial Heaven Catalogue was written by his thirteenth junior brother Zhang Mingyu, and all the records in it were Zhang Mingyu's unique talismans, but I don't know why, the seeds that the Dao Master of Dayan Dao at that time, that is, their master, had been looking for would be fused into the Burial Heaven Catalogue.

Moreover, the Burial Heaven Catalogue was originally prepared by Zhang Mingyu for his own reincarnation, so it could be directly integrated into the human body.

Since the runes in this are all written by Zhang Mingyu, and they can be directly fused, is it possible that he recorded his life experience, or even if he was reincarnated, he didn't want to forget it, in the funeral catalog?