After Emperor Ming ascended, his soul was lost and he went to the underworld. As far as the eye could see, it was dark, dark and dull, with evil aura and ghostly mist.

The ghost sent the emperor's soul to a ghost city. But see the two peaks standing left and right, a hundred zhang stone tablet erected in front of the city, on the scarlet characters.

Death!

"It turns out that the rumors in the world are true, and after people die, they will really become ghosts and be reincarnated in the underworld. ”

Emperor Ming was led by the ghost messenger, entered the ghost gate, walked on the Huangquan Road, and the road was full of flowers on the other side of the road. The flowers and leaves are born and lost, and they will never lose each other, just like Emperor Ming missed the woman in his dream, which is suffocating.

Huangquan Road is exhausted, to the Lichuan River, there is a bridge on the river, the name is called Naihe, there is a woman on the bridge, the name is Meng Po.

Emperor Ming went to the bridge, and Meng Po gave a bowl of soup to the emperor, and said: "You have great merits in the world during your lifetime, and you will be a person in the next life, and you will be rich and noble." This bowl of Meng Po soup is also a forgetful water. Drinking, a lifetime of love and hatred, a lifetime of ups and downs, gains and losses, all become the past, and then forget about it. Those who are concerned in this life, those who hate in this life, will not see each other in the next life. ”

Emperor Ming couldn't let go of it, and thought to himself: This life is fooled by fate, and in the next life, you should control your destiny, if you forget the things in this life, and want to meet Zilan again in the future, wouldn't it be difficult?

Emperor Ming was reluctant to drink Meng Po soup, so he told Meng Po clearly.

Meng Po stretched out her hand and pointed to the Lechuan River under the Naihe Bridge, and said: "This river is called Lechuan River, if you insist on not drinking Meng Po soup, you must enter the river and suffer from thousands of years of flooding and fire, so that you can be reincarnated as a human with the memories of this life." ”

Emperor Ming agreed.

Meng Po pointed her hand, and Emperor Ming had an extra mole on the back of his neck to mark it.

Emperor Ming resolutely jumped into the Lethe River.

The moment I entered the water, the memories of the previous four lives came back to me. Emperor Ming knew the cause and effect, and was speechless for a long time.

"Five lifetimes, no one life has ended perfectly, in this life, I don't hesitate to wait for thousands of years, suffering from fire and water, but I also want to grasp you. Zilan, wait for me ......"

For thousands of years, Emperor Ming has seen batches of ghosts stepping on the Nai He Bridge, crying or laughing in front of Meng Po Soup. Some people don't want to forget this life, but they don't have the courage to go into Lethe River to suffer for thousands of years, so they have no choice but to drink the water of forgetfulness and go to the next life with ignorance.

Every person in the past, Emperor Ming will identify it carefully, both wanting to see Zilan and being afraid to see her. What puzzled Emperor Ming was that a hundred years had passed, and Zilan had never come.

"In the first five lives, there was no such underworld, but went straight to the next one, but why did you go this time?" Emperor Ming wondered in his heart.

There is no answer.

In the Lethe River, the water is flooded and the fire is scorching, and every moment is so long. What awaits him will be a thousand years of pain......

......

Ghost Lakeside.

Su Heng and Ye Xuan have been entering the "Gate of Fate" for three or four hours, but they have never come out, like mud cows entering the sea, and there is no movement. The so-called "past and present lives" are just pink and misty, and the waves are not prosperous.

Everyone present had different expressions, and some people asked Yan Ji, but she prevaricated with clever words.

The leaders of the sects were not impatient, so they stopped asking more questions and waited quietly.

Only Yan Ji occasionally had a strange expression, as if she knew something about what was going on.

At this moment, Qing'er, who had been silent, looked gloomy, and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, dripping with crystal. The beauty weeps and is heartbreaking.

The crowd looked at each other in confusion. Leng Yuewu asked in surprise, "Sister Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Sister Moon Dance, Brother Su Heng...... Brother Su Heng is so bitter......" Qing'er cried: "A thousand years of waiting...... Thousands of years of flooding and fire...... Sister Moon Dance, I want to go to his side to accompany him. ”

When everyone heard this, they were all amazed and inexplicable.

Yan Ji looked stunned.

Everyone's eyes fell on Qing'er, Leng Yuewu's heart suddenly burst, and she hesitated: "You...... Know what happened to him?"

Qing'er nodded, "I can see him." ”

The crowd was in an uproar.

Everybody can't see what happened in the "past and present lives", why can she? How did she do it?

Cold Moon Dance was equally incredulous.

Qing'er shook her head, "My heart can see Brother Su Heng, but I can't see Ye Xuan." ”

Everyone looked at each other, what is this? The legendary heart has a soul?

"What do you see?" asked Leng Yuewu.

Qing'er didn't answer, but glanced at Yan Ji deeply, lowered her head and said to Leng Yuewu: "Sister Yuewu, Brother Su Heng...... Maybe it's not Qing'er's anymore. ”

Leng Yuewu's eyes widened, "What?!...... you just said?"

This sentence is like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

Su Heng is no longer Qing'er's? Why? Could he leave Qing'er? But how is this possible? Su Heng sees that Qing'er is more important than his own life, how could he abandon her?

Thousands of puzzles and doubts poured into my heart, making Leng Yuewu a little overwhelmed.

Qing'er looked at Yan Ji again, and said seriously: "Past life and this life, it turns out that this is the past life and this life, Yan Ji, you won." However, Brother Su Heng will definitely come back, he will come back to me, definitely!"

Qing'er had something to say, how could everyone not hear it, and they all looked at Yan Ji at the moment, their eyes were uncertain, and the color of jealousy became stronger.

Listening to Qing'er's meaning, the real body seems to be on the way.

Could it be that Su Heng, the true body that moves the world, is also going to become a slave of Yan Ji?

Thinking of this, even characters like the dream demon felt a chill in their hearts.

What is this past and present life? Why can so many Tianjiao fall one by one and cannot extricate themselves?

Yan Ji's face was a little stiff, and she smiled reluctantly: "What does my sister mean by this?

Leng Yuewu raised her eyebrows, and she was about to explode on the spot, but was stopped by Qing'er. Qing'er didn't reply, and pulled Leng Yuewu to retreat to the rear, waiting silently, sad alone.

Seeing her like this, Leng Yuewu didn't dare to bother, but she was anxious, waiting for Su Heng to come out and see the truth.

The same is true of the multitude.

Yan Ji's charming eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes were already murderous when she looked at Qing'er.

......

In the 800 years of the Han Kingdom, there were 36 emperors. After the gas was exhausted, the Tang Dynasty Han.

The Tang Dynasty sages have been born one after another, opening a peaceful and prosperous era, and when it was passed to the seven generations of emperors - Mu Zong, it has been a foundation for two hundred years.

In the ninth year of Tianyu, the capital of Tang was Yong'an.

Busy streets, busy with traffic. On this day, a young warlock came from other places, known as the upper knowledge for 500 years, the lower knowledge for 500 years, and the middle knowledge for 500 years, who can exorcise ghosts and catch demons, observe yin and yang, look at feng shui, and face divination, all of which are fine.

When the people of the world heard his tone, they all said that this was a sorcerer's deception, and they laughed it off, and did not think about it. The warlock doesn't care, he sits on the side of the street all day long, and he can still enjoy himself even if no one patronizes the business.

In his spare time, there are vendors and warlocks to kill the time. The warlock listened carefully, laughing without saying a word. The vendor looked strange and asked the warlock where he came from.

The warlock did not answer, but said that he had told the merchant a few stories.

In the story, there are poor scholars who miss their childhood sweethearts because they are ashamed of their poverty, and there are beggars who sacrifice their beloved wives because they are sick and have no medical treatment

I, there is a difficult trade-off between the righteousness of the country and the love in my heart, there is a general who washed the palace in anger for the red face, and there is a generation of Ming Jun who waited for one person until he died alone because of a dream...... The five stories are all touching and sighing.

May there be lovers in the world who will eventually become married. However, in the rolling red dust manipulated by fate, this sentence can only be preceded by the word "wish".

The vendors were so fascinated by this that they burst into tears. More and more people were attracted to the surrounding area, and pedestrians stopped one after another, and for a while the road was blocked.

In order to avoid inconvenience, the people invited the warlock to the restaurant and asked the warlock to tell these poignant stories in detail. The warlock's voice is flat, but it can linger and leave the listener with a lot of aftertaste.

After that, at the invitation of the restaurant owner, the warlock told stories here every day, and the restaurant was overcrowded. Gradually, the name of the warlock spread throughout Yong'an, and many dignitaries and dignitaries came to hear the story, and they were all deeply touched.

In the middle of the day, the warlock stopped suddenly, went downstairs, and walked straight to a woman.

The woman looked at the warlock in amazement, "You're the storyteller?"

The warlock shook his head.

There was a hint of doubt between the woman's eyebrows.

The warlock said, "First, I am not a storyteller, but a warlock; ”

The woman was stunned.

Everyone reacted, yes, the "storyteller" in front of him, where is the storyteller, he was originally a warlock, but because his story was so touching that everyone forgot his job.

The woman smiled, "The master is not a storyteller, but he can tell the story so well, presumably the master's ability to meet is absolutely even more extraordinary." ”

The warlock replied with a smile: "It's not just about face-to-face, exorcism and demon hunting, viewing yin and yang, looking at feng shui, and divination." And it can be known for 500 years in the upper, middle and lower levels, for a total of 1,500 years. I have a message, girl, listen quietly!"

"The body is like a flowing cloud leaning on Huanxi, reciting Huang Tingwu Daoqi. The innate gossip is calculated by the fingertips, and the mysteries of the five elements are analyzed in the palm. The fetus does not know the number with the naked eye, and mistakes the mystery for illusion. When you go out of the mountain to judge things, you know that there is a mystery in creation. ”

The woman heard it in a fog, and said half-convinced: "Listening to what the master said, it is very mysterious, I wonder if the master is willing to count it for the little woman?"

"The girl is going to tell fortunes face to face?"

"Exactly. ”

Without hesitation, the warlock said, "I have seen the girl for a long time. With all due respect, I look at the girl: the forehead is cloudy, and the mountain roots are blue and black. The lips are covered with the white heart socket hair, and the bones in the palm are covered under the eyes. This is the appearance of the murderer, and within March, the girl's deadline is coming. ”

"Bold! Who are you, dare to say such evil words, curse my young lady!" The warlock's voice fell, and a maid beside the woman opened her mouth and scolded angrily: "Do you know who my young lady is?

The warlock smiled and said, "I'm scattered in the mountains, what is the pity of this life......? It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

Before the maid could say something, the woman stopped her and said to the warlock: "If this is the case, the master can have a way to resolve disasters and solve misfortunes?"

"Yes. ”

"How to deal with it?"

"The girl will come back, and I will visit the door next night, and I can solve the girl's troubles. It's just that when the time comes, the girl shouldn't turn people away. The warlock smiled warmly.

The woman was surprised, "Does the master know where my home is?"

"What's so difficult about this? ”

"Okay, that little woman will be waiting for the master tonight. ”

"Please. ”

The woman departed. As the crowd looked at each other, the warlock went upstairs and continued to tell his story.