The five of us entered the dark gate like a whirlpool one after another, and I was the last one to go in before leaving, I also looked back at Fang Xiang and Qin Yanhui, there seemed to be something hidden between them, I don't know if I was too sensitive, and I always vaguely felt that something bad would happen to the netherworld.

When I stepped through the gate, I was somewhat shocked by the sight in front of me, Han Yu once joked with me that I was the closest person to the underworld, but I never thought that I would stand in another place where people are so taboo.

Underworld!

I also fantasized about what the Netherworld would be like, maybe because I had spent too much time with Han Yu, and in his description to me, I was gradually able to sketch the appearance of the underworld, seeing that you are not very different, at least it is roughly the same as I imagined.

There is no ray of sunlight here that can penetrate the gloomy haze, as far as the eye can see is the sea of people quietly moving forward, only the front is flickering and dimming lights in the guidance, we stand in the vast sea of people, the crowd walking slowly forward is dull-eyed, the empty eyes reveal the attachment to the world and the current blankness, we stand in the middle of a little out of place, everyone is expressionless, stiff skin and sluggish pace make this gloomy flow of people around the gloomy and fearful.

The crowd seemed to be unable to see us, and they walked straight towards us, and I was about to dodge but was surprised to find that these people were passing through us like a cloud of smoke that could not be touched.

"These are the souls of the underworld, and they are only left with their souls, and now they are going to the ghost gate to listen to the fate." Han Yu said next to us.

"Why can't these people seem to see us?" Gu Xiaoxiao asked suspiciously.

"We are in the flesh into the netherworld, the so-called people and ghosts are separated by yin and yang, although we have reached the underworld, we are people in the yang world, so these dead souls can't see us." Han Yu explained unhurriedly.

We nodded in a sudden understanding, and followed the countless dead souls slowly, the flickering lights in front of us were getting closer and closer, Han Yu told us that this place was not a netherworld to be exact, and only after passing this ghost gate could it be.

We looked up in the direction of Han Yu's finger, not far away is an archway, the lights are the huge braziers on both sides of the archway, I looked up at the archway on the three majestic characters.

Temple.

Han Yu told us that this is the ghost gate, to the netherworld first to pass the City God Temple, here by the Yin soldiers, the City God Temple to watch the door on the left and right standing is one of the ten Yin handsome black and white impermanence, the left side of the white impermanence is always smiling, wearing a long hat, there is a sight of the four characters of wealth, the right of the black impermanence has a fierce face, the long hat has the four words of the world peace.

Black and white impermanence each holds a spirit flag and shackles and handcuffs in his hands, which are stained with blood, and the Yin soldiers hold a ghost whip to drive the flow of people to speed up the pace, and do not want to linger on the world again.

Sure enough, as Han Yu said, even black and white impermanence can't see us, all the way through the ghost gate pass unimpeded, the dead people in the underworld are still dead before the ghost gate, only after passing the ghost gate pass is the real ghost, what appears in front of us is an extremely uneven bluestone road, this is the road to the lead, but there is another name that must be more familiar, Huangquan Road!

On both sides of the road are the blooming red flowers, just like we see in the courtyard of the Yin Temple, the flowers and leaves will never meet, from a distance it looks like a road paved with blood, the Huangquan Road is full of wandering lonely souls and wild ghosts, all of them are some Yang life is not over and not a normal death, they can not go to the sky, nor can they be reincarnated, let alone to the underworld, they can only wander on the Huangquan Road, waiting for the arrival of Yang Shou before they can report to the underworld.

Further along the Huangquan Road, the end of the Huangquan Road is the Lechuan River, there is a bridge on the Lechuan River is the Nai He Bridge, the bridge is divided into three layers, the upper layer is red, the middle layer is Xuanhuang, the lowest layer is black, the lower layer is more and more dangerous, and it is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts that cannot be reincarnated.

Thousands of zhang under the bridge, the clouds and mist are entangled, and after crossing the bridge, you will enter reincarnation, and no one knows what is waiting for the next life, Han Yu pointed to this bridge and told us that the underworld is bounded by this bridge, and it is a new reincarnation when you walk over.

This bluestone bridge deck, the west of the five-grid step bridge is the female bridge, the east is the male left yin and the right yang, the beings of the three realms are all reincarnated in the six realms, the end of this life is just the starting point of the next life, the people who are reincarnated in the six realms cannot have the memory of the past life, just because everyone will drink the Meng Po soup on the other side of the Nai He Bridge before reincarnation.

So when walking on the Nai Ho Bridge, it is the time when a person finally has the memory of this life, at this moment many people are still clinging to the unfinished wishes of the previous life, but they deeply understand that these wishes will not be realized, and they will let out a long sigh, but the parting of the previous life, the meeting of this life, and the reunion of the helpless next life, which may also be the reason why this bridge connecting the reincarnation of various lives is named Nai He Bridge.

The underworld gave me the feeling that in addition to the gloomy is dim, there is no lifeless country of the dead, until I walked to the side of the Nai He Bridge when I had this idea changed, there was a courtyard at the head of the Nai He Bridge, in which there was flowing water lingering, flowers and plants were covered, it seemed solemn, simple and elegant and deep and quiet, beautiful and clear.

The courtyard is surrounded by lush flowers and plants, which is the only bright color of this dark underworld, completely incompatible with the darkness of the underworld, standing at the door of the courtyard gives people a sense of lingering comfort, and even has the illusion of forgetting that this is the underworld.

Meng Po Zhuang.

I looked up and saw three big characters on the courtyard, this should be the destination of our trip, the rumored Meng Po who is in charge of forgetting and remembering should be inside, we walked into Meng Po Village, the courtyard is still lush and full of life.

I was curious about why Meng Po could make all beings in the Three Realms have to drink her Meng Po soup, the prince said that the Buddhist family also has a record of Meng Po, Meng Po studied Confucian books since she was a child, and when she grew up, she began to recite Buddhist scriptures, when she was still alive, she never recalled the past, and never thought about the future, but wholeheartedly persuaded people not to kill, to eat vegetarian, the world did not know her name, because her family was in Meng Zhuang, so people called her Meng Po.

Later, Meng Po went into the mountain to practice, because at that time the world knew the cause of the past life, often leaked the heavenly opportunity, therefore, God specially appointed Meng Po as the god of the underworld, and built Meng Po Zhuang for her, and the Buddhist scriptures say that the past heart can not be obtained, the present heart is not available, the future heart is not available, the past has passed, the future has not come, what do you want it to do.

I remembered the words of the prince and went into the courtyard, and in the innermost pavilion we saw a woman sitting in it, the veil hanging so that we could not see her face, but through the veil we could faintly see a young and graceful woman.

My eyes fell on the person sitting next to the woman, whom I had seen, in the coffin of the shrine, and she had a mirror in her hand, and I saw the words behind it.

The rivers and mountains are endless, the most beautiful people in the mirror.

I knew who she was, but she looked at Han Yu in her eyes, and said with a shallow smile and emotion.

"You're here."

Her expression and tone reminded me of the first time I met Qin Yanhui in the ghost market, and the first thing he said to Han Yu was these three words.

"You know me?" Han Yu asked in some surprise.

"Know...... Of course I know, but you don't remember it anymore. Yue Qianling replied with a faint smile.

"He asked me to give you this bracelet." I stepped forward and took out the wind chime bracelet that Qin Yan gave me and sent it to her. He said...... He has always been there, even if the Three Realms are destroyed and the Void is annihilated, he will definitely save you back. ”

"Help me tell him that Qianling is very good here, so that he doesn't need to be fettered, and I can hear what he says every time he comes to the palace to accompany me." Yue Qianling took the bracelet from my hand and stared at me affectionately, slowly looking up at me. "When you go back, help me bring something to him too, and he will naturally understand after reading it."

I nodded and stepped back, glancing at the woman in the veil, and on the table in front of her lay a porcelain bowl containing what looked like a decoction, but it didn't feel bitter when it smelled.

Han Yu bowed to the woman very respectfully with Taoist etiquette with both hands, and said in a sincere voice.

"Mi Ziqi's resentment is difficult to calm down, and the wind and waves are afraid of disasters affecting the Three Realms, Han Yu and everyone came to see Meng Po God, wanting to retrieve the memories of his previous life and set things right, and hope that Meng Po God will be fulfilled."

We were all stunned when we heard Han Yu's words, for us Meng Po is just a rumored name for a long time, rumored to have a face that is incompatible with her name, I didn't expect that the woman in this veil turned out to be Meng Po, I really want to see the legendary unforgettable beauty behind the veil.

It's not that her appearance attracts me, but what makes me obsessed with it is the bowl of Meng Po soup in her hand that can make people forget the memories of their previous lives, I remember that Fang Xiang once told us that Meng Po is the envoy in charge of erasing the memory of the living soul in the underworld.

At the beginning of Hongmeng, the world is divided into three worlds, heaven, earth and man, the heavenly world is the largest in charge of everything, the world is the so-called yang world, and the earth is the yin and cao underworld.

The Three Realms are demarcated, no matter the heavens and the earth, the gods and goddesses and Yin officials, all perform their duties, Meng Po was already in the world when she was separated from the Three Realms, she was originally a loose official in the heavenly realm, and then because she saw countless grievances and hatreds in the world, even if she died, she refused to let go, so she came to the Lechuan River in the underworld, and gave the past Yin Soul a bowl of Meng Po soup that forgot her previous life at the bridgehead of the Nai He Bridge, and she forgot the love and hatred of her life, and unloaded the burden of her life and entered the next reincarnation.

"Since you're here, you must have a lot to ask me, sit down and wait for me to boil this bowl of soup." Meng Po's voice was ethereal and melodious, which must have complemented her beauty. "Do you come here once, and I will know everything you ask."

Listening to Meng Po say this, our hanging hearts are always put down, from the beginning of the calculation by Mi Ziqi, we have gone through a lot of hardships and deaths everywhere, originally thinking about whether we will encounter danger again when we go to the underworld to see Meng Po to take the memory, but now it seems that we are too nervous and worried.

"This wrist you boiled is the Meng Po soup that can forget the memories of your previous life in the world?" After Han Yu sat down, he looked at the decoction made by Meng Po and asked curiously.

"No, some people are unwilling to enter the six realms of reincarnation after dying on the red dust world, and are willing to stay in the netherworld forever, so they ask me for a bowl of decoction that can break all the fetters and thoughts of the red dust, once drunk Although there are still memories of the past life, but those who have loved, those things that cannot be let go, and the countless joys and sorrows in the rolling red dust will only slowly enter the throat with this decoction, turn into ethereal clouds and smoke, and dissipate indifferently." Meng Po's voice replied calmly. "From now on, I have nothing to do with the red world, and I will sink into the underworld forever, because after drinking it, the six reincarnations will be cut off, so this soup is called the Six Absolute Soup."

"Ah...... There is also such a decoction. Han Yu was a little surprised when he heard this, and asked with a disapproving smile. Who wants to drink such a decoction and sink into the netherworld forever......"

"Yes, of course some people are willing to drink it." Meng Po said.

"I heard that Meng Po soup is made by taking medicinal herbs from the world and boiling them with water from the Lechuan River, and the same must be true of the medicinal materials in this bowl of Liujue Soup." Han Yu asked Meng Po with a smile of interest. "When it comes to herbal medicine, I also know a little bit, what kind of herbs are used in these six soups?"

Meng Po's voice paused for a moment before slowly coming through the veil, and the voice was still pleasant.

"Gentian grass, forgetful flowers, geraniums, six harmony songs, pulsatilla and honeysuckle grass are the last taste of Wang Buliuxing, and these seven herbs are boiled into a bowl is the ...... of the six unique soups."