It's a space that is so oppressive that I can't breathe, and the black, yellow and hazy sky seems to be close to me, but it's far away. There was silence all around, except, of course, the jingling of chains and shackles.

I know, I'm dead.

At the moment when I was so confused that I couldn't open my eyes, I could see the sky. At the moment when my children cried over my corpse. In my ...... The moment when the soul separates from the body.

Now I am just a soul with memories for the time being, following the impermanence of black and white to this yellow spring, waiting for a poor person who forgets the love of the world and loves.

There was no bronze mirror under me, but I could clearly feel that my face, my gaze, was empty and godless. Like countless ghosts passing me in chains and shackles, perhaps waiting to drink the bowl of Meng Po soup. Maybe...... It is because of the eighteen layers of hell that he has committed that he has committed, and he feels hopeless.

"It's past the ghost gate." The black impermanence beside him suddenly spoke.

Before I could react, Bai Wuchang continued, "Go down this road, and wish you an early ascension to Bliss." ”

I lowered my eyes and nodded, trying to say thanks, but I was dumbfounded.

Thanks for what? Actually, I don't need to say thank you...... Birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature.

I dragged the shackles off my feet slowly, like any other ghost.

According to legend, after passing the ghost gate, it is Huangquan Road. I'm walking on Huangquan Road now, right? The road is long and there is no end in sight. The side of the road is full of flowers that only see the flowers but not the leaves, like the remnant sun and blood.

The flowers and leaves are born and lost, and they will never lose each other.

I don't know how long I walked, but I finally came to the Lechuan River.

There is a bridge on the river, and I think it is a bridge. The bridge is divided into three layers, the upper layer is red, the middle layer is yellow, and the bottom layer is black.

When he came, Black and White Impermanence once said that the lower the class, the more dangerous it became, and it was full of lonely souls and wild ghosts that could not be reincarnated. Those who do good deeds in life go to the upper level, those who are both good and evil go to the middle level, and those who do evil go to the lower level.

And I, do I want to go to the middle level, or the lower level?

There is an earthen platform next to the bridge, on which are written three words: Wangxiang Terrace. I saw a pavilion on the edge of the Wangxiang platform, and it was written: Meng Po Pavilion.

I approached and looked into the pavilion, and saw an old woman with white hair waiting there, handing a bowl of soup to each ghost who passed by.

I obediently walked to the queue, and when it was my turn, I saw that this old woman was very young and very charitable, except for her white hair.

"You're Meng Po." I spoke softly.

Meng Po smiled at me and nodded, "Murong Yuqing, you're here." ”

I was stunned, wondering how she would know my name. But then she smiled again, she is Meng Po, how could she not know that "this soup ......" must be drunk?

"Come on." Before I finished speaking, Meng Po handed over a bowl full of soup, "After drinking this bowl of Meng Po soup, you can cross this Nai He Bridge, forget all the shackles in this life and this life, enter the path of reincarnation without worry, and start the reincarnation of the next life." ”

"Meng Po soup......" I took the Meng Po soup and muttered softly.

A lifetime of love, hatred, and hatred, as well as the ups and downs of a lifetime, will be forgotten with this bowl of Meng Po soup in my hand. The people who are concerned in this life, and the people who are hated in this life, will be like strangers in the next life, and they will not know each other.

Everyone in the yang world has their own bowl here, and the Meng Po soup in the bowl is actually just the tears shed by the living people in their lives.