Legend has it that after a person dies, he has to pass through the Ghost Gate, which passes through Huangquan Road, and between Huangquan Road and Hades, there is a river as the dividing line.

The water of this river is blood-colored, and it is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts that cannot be reincarnated, and the river is full of insects and snakes, and the fishy wind blows in the face.

This river is commonly known as the River of Blood, and its scientific name is Lethe.

Legend has it that there is a bridge on the river, because the ghosts and monsters are all in the past before the reincarnation, into a voice, therefore, the bridge on the river is named Naihe. There is an old woman sitting on the side of the bridge, her name is Meng Po, if you want to cross the Lechuan River, you must cross the Nai He Bridge, if you want to cross the Nai He Bridge, you have to drink Meng Po soup, drink Meng Po soup, the old dreams, break the cause and effect, forget the ups and downs of a life, love and hate all your life, love and hatred all your life, and you are like strangers in the next life, you don't know each other.

There are also ghosts who can skip Meng Po soup in order to remember their love in this life, but then they must jump into the river of blood, and in the dirty waves of the river of blood, they will be bitten by copper snakes and iron dogs, and they will be tortured in every way and cannot be freed.

After a thousand years, if you can still remember the events of your previous life, you can re-enter the world and find the person you loved most in your previous life.

"Help Me ......"

A female voice that seemed to be mournful and like singing came faintly, not very sharp, and the owner of the voice seemed to be in no hurry, just saying something very ordinary. Following the sound, it was in the blood-red river, and a skull with only a few strands of messy long hair left floated and fell, and when it floated, a faint cry for help came, and when it sank, everything fell silent again.

I don't pay attention to it anymore, what I see in my eyes is just a rotten bone, and if others see it, maybe it will be a flower and moon that has captivated the country and the city.

Everyone has a past, everyone has ups and downs, ups and downs, all the past should be borne, the ghosts in the river of blood are strong and great people who are difficult for ordinary people to reach, their stories are often poignant and moving, and it is difficult to help but sympathize, but for them, the last thing they need is sympathy.

Not far ahead, a little light like a bean fell in the middle of the river.

The wild grass on the riverbank grows from the roots, and the roots are independent, which looks a little special.

Man has an instinct, like a moth to a fire, to move closer to a bright place.

As he walked, he first saw a stone pillar that had collapsed to the ground, and the pillar was covered with moss. Looking further, it is a quaint and narrow stone bridge, with a bluestone deck and five steps, and there is no special decoration on both sides of the bridge, only the stone pillars at the head of the bridge are carved with this unknown flower.

There was a very peaceful-looking old woman at the head of the bridge, wearing a blue cloth dress, her hair was all tied on her head, and a wooden hairpin with the same character as the carved on the bridge was inserted into the bun. The old woman looked at me with a smile and a spoon and a bowl in her hand.

This place is Huangquan, and this old woman is Meng Po, she was like this when I saw her in the memories of the mountain god, and now I don't know how many years have passed, she is still the same as she was then, the same dress, the same hairstyle, the same smile.

Suddenly, the joy of meeting someone from a foreign country came from the bottom of my heart, and I strode forward, and in my ears was the soup on the small stove on the platform of looking at the hometown.

When I walked to the bridge and stood still, the soup on the stove suddenly stopped sounding.

Meng Po came up to me and said to me with a smile: "Child, take a look back, and finally take a look at those beloved people in the world." ”

I was stunned, and reflexively turned around, only to see that my husband was meditating in the cave, without distraction; Dad and Mom were taking Ning Yu, who had woken up, to eat beef noodles on the street, with large bags and small bags around them, it seemed that Ning Yu had been discharged from the hospital and was about to go home.

Ning Yu had a weak face that had just recovered from a serious illness, and said something to his mother seriously, and his father smiled genuinely when he heard it.

If I hadn't stood here and seen them, I wouldn't have known that there were so many people in this world who couldn't let go.

When I turned around, I saw Meng Po open the lid of the soup pot on the stove, and when I looked at it, there was nothing in the pot.

Meng Po looked up at me in surprise and said, "There is no Meng Po soup for you here, you are an undead person, what are you doing here." ”

"Isn't this a dream?" I returned the same look to Meng Po and continued, "I thought I was dreaming. ”

There was no soup in the pot, Meng Po no longer paid attention to me, and retreated to her original position to wait for the next person to come, I slightly approached half a step and said to her: "Mother-in-law, I came here to inquire about a woman to you, the ghost judged Ye Zhiqiu to say that a woman named Zhitao once hoeed grass for you for a period of time in Lethe, do you remember?" ”

"For thousands of years, there have been countless ghosts passing by here, and if you ask any other ghosts, I probably don't remember, but I still have some impressions of the woman you said called Peach." Meng Po said after thinking for a while.

I looked at her expectantly with the usual eyes of my husband, Meng Po also smiled, touched my head and sat down on her small stool and said, "No one is here now, I'll tell you about it." ”

I knelt down beside her, and listened to Mrs. Meng begin to speak: "Almost a thousand years ago, this little girl named Zhi Tao came to me, and she was as polite as you, and as soon as she came, she called my mother-in-law and asked me, 'Mother-in-law, has there ever been a man who came here and said that he would go back to her?' ’

It's also a coincidence, he is not the only ghost who came here and said that he wanted to go back and couldn't let go, but I happened to remember both his husband and wife at the time. I told her that there was such a person. So she asked me, 'Can I wait for him here, I want to ask him why he refuses to admit me when he has come to me?' ’

It was also very boring to stay alone on this Huangquan Road, so I agreed, and I said let her help me weed on the riverbank.

The world knows that the flowers on the other side of the bank bloom and the leaves fall, and the flowers and leaves do not meet. In fact, there is no grass to hoe in Santu, but it is a bank full of green leaves after the flowers; But the girl's eyes were full of grass, hoeing and growing, giving birth and hoeing, and so on day after day, year after year, she was busy all day long, hoeing the flowers on the shore over and over again.

I promised to let her wait here for fifty years, and by the fiftieth year, the man's reincarnation had not yet come here, and she had been standing here every day after hoeing the grass, and she looked like a frying pan in oil for a quarter of an hour, so hard, so trance.

Fifty years passed, and the man did not come.

So I said to her, 'Drink it too, but it's just a bowl of water, and there is no afterlife, and even if you remember, if he forgets, what is the difference between him and really forgetting.' ’”

Yes, she should be drunk, I thought to myself, the Buddha has clouds, great joy is better than great compassion, remembering is better than forgetting; Lao Tzu also said that fish, with each other on land, wet with foam, and wet with each other, it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.

But she still refused. I said, if you don't want to drink this Meng Po soup, you can do it, but then you have to jump into this Lechuan River, be bitten by copper snakes and iron dogs for thousands of years, and tear with tens of thousands of evil ghosts in the river. So, you can. She plunged into the river of blood at that time, and was instantly pulled into it by the evil spirits in the river, and so far, according to her, it has been more than a thousand years since she jumped into the river. In the past tens of thousands of years, there have been many ghosts who jumped off Lethe because they did not give up their beloved in their previous lives, and very few can still climb out after a thousand years.

This river is too bitter, they not only have to be bitten by copper snakes and iron dogs, but also have to fight with countless evil ghosts, most of the ghosts have become completely sane, hideous, only tearing evil ghosts in the hundred years of jumping, day after day, year after year, only one tearing action is left to repeat.

Of course, the world often says that the way of heaven is ruthless, but no matter how mortal the situation, the way of heaven will leave a glimmer of life. The same is true for the ghosts in the river, if one day they can come to their senses and climb out, or if someone recognizes them at a glance and pulls them, they can be freed.

But there are so many evil spirits in the river that I have never seen anyone to recognize at a glance among them.

That girl named Peach is still in the river, do you want to recognize it? ”