Chapter 41 Tea is not fragrant
There is a door of reincarnation in the reincarnation hall, Chen Yu tried to get closer, but when he approached, a stream of energy poured out of the door, obviously rejecting him, he felt that reincarnation rejected him again, he felt it, don't see it too.
"Sure enough, you're a person who has no return. Meng Po said lightly, she has been here for I don't know how many years, like Chen Yu, who was directly rejected, it was the first time she had seen it, the soul of the Emperor of Heaven could enter, the King of Yama could enter, and no one in this world could escape, "You, not a person in this world?"
"Yes and no. Chen Yu smiled a little slyly, but in Meng Po's eyes, it was unknown.
Ming looked at Chen Yu a little stupidly, then at Meng Po, lowered his head and thought for a while, "Are you an alien?"
"Can your brain circuits be normal," Chen Yu shook his head, "I mean I am indeed from this life, but not from this life." β
Well, Ming was even more confused, and even Meng Po was a little foggy, "Ahem, are you interested in going to my side hall to sit for a while? β
"It's fine to sit, but I still like wine. Chen Yu went to the side hall with Ming, how to say, was he surprised? Chen Yu sighed a little, he felt soft under his feet now, there was no blanket in the side hall, and even if it was a blanket, it would not be pure white. The so-called blanket in the side hall is actually Meng Po's hair, because it is too long, it is layered back and forth, and it has become the blanket under her feet. Meng Po walked up directly without heart, and also invited Chen Yu and Ming, the two of them were still a little restrained, after all, in the room, except for the tables and chairs, there was no hair to occupy.
"Mother Meng, haven't you ever thought about trimming your hair?" Chen Yu asked triedly.
Meng Po glanced through her hair with one hand, "Parents of body hair and skin." β
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"Haha, just kidding. Chen Yu felt naughty, like a child who had succeeded in playing tricks, Meng Po looked cute. Meng Po sat cross-legged on the ground, the skirt on her body naturally fell and spread, looking like a blooming flower from above, "I originally wanted to go over and cut my hair, but then I found that there was no one on the island where I had been staying, so I needed to go out, but it was very troublesome to go out and drag such a long hair, and I couldn't leave my post at will here, so I kept it all the time, besides..." The corners of Meng Po's mouth curled up slightly, "Only in this way can I feel that I have lived so many years." β
There are very few people who can speak on the road of reincarnation, really very little, most of them come here to let go of their faith and reincarnate, and they have never said a few words to Meng Po, Meng Po has a clean here, everyone knows that there is a Meng Po, but they don't know that there is only this one Meng Po, for thousands of years, this place is only her, like Hades, no one can take her place, occasionally there will be a certain Hades to inspect, and there will be ferrymen passing by the island, no one thought of coming to talk to Meng Po here.
I'm afraid that over the years, Chen Yu and Meng Po have said a lot.
"Meng Po... Meng Po keeps calling like this, don't you think it's a little..." Ming asked.
"What's wrong with me?" Meng Po smiled a little angrily, "I am indeed a thousand-year-old woman, why not be called Meng Po?"
"But in my eyes, Master Meng Po is still very young, very young, very beautiful and beautiful," said Ming Poor, "and so is what the book says." β
"This is a surprise to me," Meng Po raised her head and seemed to recall something, "I was nameless and surnameless at first, and then the world called me Meng Gu, but the people in the previous world called me Meng Po again, it doesn't matter for a long time, Meng Po is fine." β
"In the current world, only those who are married will add the word "mother-in-law" Chen Yu caught a trace of consternation from Meng Po in a ten-thousandth of a second.
"Do you drink tea?" Meng Po took out a pair of tea sets from the cabinet on one side, took the tea herself, and made the tea by herself.
"Master Meng Po, there should be a waiter by your side. β
"Yes, but then I couldn't stand it, and I went to reincarnate, and I was the only one left in this temple. β
Chen Yu opened his mouth and hesitated, "I'll come and sit often." β
Meng Po turned her back to this side, and the two of them couldn't see her expression, and now Meng Po's face was full of smiles, "Come if you want, I'm afraid there are few people in this place who can come and go at will except you." β
"Can I call you other titles, it's really a bit like Meng Po..."
"Just call it whatever you want. β
"Isn't an adult an adult?" asked Ming, "shouldn't you just be called Master Meng?"
"You little girl, others won't be happy to call a woman like that. Meng Po feigned anger and tapped her forehead with a small spoon, "Taste it, the tea of the next tree flower, this is rare outside." β
You can see the leaves of the flowers in the cup, this thing smells different from imagination, but what will the warm taste be, Chen Yu also wants to taste it, like most teas, the entrance is bitter, and at the moment of swallowing, I feel a trace of sweetness, it is too late to keep the sweetness, the tea has entered the stomach, it is full of warmth, take another sip, try to contain a little more if you can taste that trace of sweetness, but the more Han feels bitter, Ming can't stop sticking out his tongue, Meng Po handed over a plate of sesame candy, Ming quickly opened his mouth and bit off a piece, his face was full of happinessγ It's really easy to understand.
Meng Po's gaze fell on Chen Yu. Chen Yu drank the tea slowly, but the more he drank, the more bitter it became, and the more he drank, the more bitter it became.
"Life is bitter, and the bitterness will not come, that trace of sweetness is like the seasoning in life, so that you continue to want to taste it, and until the end you will always believe that there will be sweetness. β
Therefore, life in the world will not be bitter, that trace of sweetness is one's own, and heaven and earth do not give it. β
"It's okay if you think so. Meng Po smiled mysteriously.
Chen Yu looked down at the cup, and the next life flower was drunk by him, "Sure enough, it's better for me to drink." β
"Do you want to make wine from the raw flowers I have here?"
"I'm afraid it's not Meng Po soup. β
The two glanced at each other and chuckled lightly for a while, and Ming, who was still eating sesame candy on the side, laughed stupidly, although he didn't know why, he laughed when he looked happy.
The afterlife trees of the reincarnation island have been very quiet, quietly growing, quietly blooming, quietly falling, and today, all the trees on the reincarnation island seem to have spirits, gently swaying, endless petals are pulled by some mysterious power, swirling and flying, rushing to the sky, briefly creating a round of sun in hell, all the hell creatures have seen the only wonder of this hell, the warm and soft light illuminates the boundless hell, where the light shines, there are scattered petals flying, happy, all living beings can feel the message that the petals are transmitting, not the kind of crazy joy for a while, more like a piece of joy that will smile as long as you think of it before you have a lifetime, and make your heart feel extremely warm. This is the message conveyed by the afterlife flowers, Meng Po is the person who planted the tree seeds, these afterlife seeds are the result of prayers, with the most sincere feelings, those feelings feel Meng Po's heart, and today they also feel it, unprecedented warmth, so they have to declare to the whole hell to convey this message.
Meng Po has another new name today, "Everyone in the world calls you Meng Po, so I'll be hypocritical, can I call you a dream flower?"
"It's a little ugly. β
"It's abrupt. Chen Yu apologized.
"No, if you like it, it's okay to call it that way in the future. β
Chen Yu seemed to see the shadow of another person in her, and someone once said to him, "If you like, I allow you to call it that." β