Seeing this, Meng Po was stunned, looked back at where she was, and found that her body was still lying motionless in the same place. Meng Po was shocked for a moment, originally she thought she was in a dream, but she didn't expect that she would inadvertently go out of her body. I don't think she's been like this for thousands of years. "You ......"

The woman in the snow-colored shirt slowly approached, her appearance became clearer and clearer, her posture was still good, amazing at first sight, and unforgettable again. The facial features of the woman in the snow-colored dress are extremely exquisite, as if she was born to customize them, and the body is tall, short, fat and thin, and everything is just right.

Meng Po looked at the snow-colored woman who was getting closer and closer, her eyes changed from initial astonishment, to surprise, and finally a pool of tears. "It's you, why are you here?"

"Woo. The woman in snow-colored clothes looked at Meng Po and smiled suddenly, and whispered softly.

When Meng Po saw the sudden smile of the snow-colored clothed woman, she suddenly felt that the dark clouds above the underworld were broken by the golden light of the mortal world. "Bing, are you coming to see me? Where are you from?"

When the woman in the snow-colored shirt heard this, she smiled but did not say a word.

Seeing that the snow-colored woman was silent, Meng Po quickly stepped forward and wanted to take her into her arms, but found that she couldn't really hug the snow-colored woman. "Bing, what's going on, why can't I hold you?"

The woman in snow-colored clothes still stood in place, smiling at Meng Po who was full of panic. "I exist in your memory!"

When Meng Po heard this, her face was frightened, and she looked at the woman in snow-colored clothes and was speechless for a long time.

"I know you miss me. But on that day, you personally sent me to the Liudao Bridge, why don't you want to believe your eyes?" said the snow-clothed woman with a smile.

When Meng Po heard this, a tear slipped silently from the corner of her eye. "Once, a god told me that if you went, you would come back, and when you came back, your wounds would be healed. I believed it, and later, I personally sent you to the Six Roads Bridge, but I couldn't wait for you to come back for so long, and I haven't heard from you at all. Bing, when are you coming back?"

"You can't cry. Seeing Meng Po crying, the woman in snow-colored clothes hurriedly stepped forward to wipe Meng Po, but unfortunately her fingers couldn't touch Meng Po's cheek. Seeing this, the snow-colored woman in clothes couldn't help but look slightly gloomy. "As soon as you cry, the water of the Lethe River will swell by a foot. ”

After hearing this, Meng Po's tears fell even more fiercely.

......The woman in snow-colored clothes couldn't take Meng Po into her arms to comfort her, nor could she wipe away her tears for Meng Po, so she had to choke and say: "If you cry again, I will cry too." ”

After listening to the words of the snow-colored clothed woman, Meng Po's original sad emotions were instantly frightened by the frozen picture that suddenly appeared in her mind, and her face turned even paler, and she quickly grabbed her sleeves in a panic to wipe away the tears, trying to calm the sadness in her heart, and said: "Bing, I don't cry, I don't cry, I don't cry." Bing, tell me, how can I help you? Do you know that after you left, I miss you every day! I will always stand on the Lethe Terrace when the night moon is in the sky, overlooking the Lechuan River and the Liudao Bridge, hoping that when you will suddenly appear from afar, as you once did. ”

The woman in snow-colored clothes saw that Meng Po was no longer crying, so she burst into a gentle smile. "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about it. ”

"Are you really good?" Meng Po listened, staring at the snow-colored woman uneasily. "But why, I always have a vague feeling that you are not very happy. ”

"Really good. A hint of gloom flashed in the eyes of the snow-clothed woman, and she smiled: "I'm leaving." ”

Seeing that the snow-colored clothed woman's voice had not fallen, Meng Po turned around and wanted to leave, but hurriedly stopped in front of the snow-colored clothed woman, and asked urgently: "Bing, where are you going?"

The woman in snow-colored clothes smiled, "Don't you know?"

Meng Po hurriedly shook her head and said, "I don't know." I don't really know. I can see the life and death of all the souls in this world, but I can't see you. Ice, you tell me, where the hell are you going, where are you now, how can I help you, you can come back ?......?"

Hearing this, the woman in snow-colored clothes quietly looked at Meng Po, who asked her in a panic, and after a moment of silence, she turned around and disappeared.

"Ice, ice...... You don't want to go, you can't go......" Before Meng Po's words were finished, there was no trace of the woman in snow-colored clothes, and she couldn't help but sit on the ground and cry. "I shouldn't have sent you away that day! I shouldn't have personally sent you to the Liudao Bridge that day......

"Lord Drunk!"

Zhaoling's anxious voice came from the air, calling Meng Po, who was crying incessantly, back to her senses.

When Meng Po opened her eyes, she saw that she was lying on the couch, but her cheeks were full of tears. It's ice, she's really been here......

Zhaoling was originally waiting in the outer hall, and suddenly heard Meng Po's sobbing sound clearly, and hurriedly ran in to check, and found that Meng Po's eyes were closed and her face was full of sadness, as if she had experienced something heartbroken, and hurriedly asked. "Lord Drunk, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Po sat up straight and wiped away the tears that had slipped again with a silk handkerchief. "It's fine. ”

"Lord Drunk, there is still half an hour before the end of the hour. Would you like to rest a little longer?" Zhaoling sensed that Meng Po was reluctant to mention what she had seen, so she said.

Meng Po listened, did not answer, got up and draped the big dan over her shoulders and walked out of the hall.

"Lord Yu, where are you going?" Zhaoling saw that Meng Po walked out without saying a word, and hurriedly asked.

"I'm going to blow the wind on the stage. Meng Po didn't reply back.

After listening to this, Zhaoling looked at Meng Po's back, sighed lowly, and quickly followed. Although she still didn't understand why the Lord would climb the Drunken Terrace to feel the biting night wind of the underworld every time the night moon was in the sky, she knew that there must be an insoluble knot in the heart of the Lord of the Drunk, and she had to let the biting night wind fight poison with poison, so that she would not feel the pain when the pain was extreme.

The height of the platform is 12 zhang, and the length and width are all nine zhang away. On the stage, you can look at the beautiful scenery of the underworld by the railing, and you can also see the flourishing and withering of flowers on the other side of the Lechuan River and the hundreds of lives on the Liudao Bridge.

Meng Po stood quietly on the side of the railing, looking at the magnificent light of heaven flashing on the Lechuan River, and said to herself: "Why can't I see her life and death? Why can't I see where she came from? Why did I have to believe what the god said in the first place?......

Zhaoling followed Meng Po's side, and was blown by the cold night wind on the stage like falling into an ice cellar. Even if she was born as a child of the ghost clan, not everyone can stand the night breeze on the stage!

Meng Po felt the silence behind her, thinking that Zhaoling had left, and subconsciously glanced back, but found that Zhaoling was rubbing her hands and feet and stomping lightly in order to warm her body that was shivering by the night wind, and couldn't help laughing. "Go down, this is not the place for you. ”

Since Meng Po was summoned by Zhaoling, she has been depressed and unhappy. At this time, Zhaoling suddenly saw Meng Po laughing, and couldn't help but be stunned, and then laughed with Meng Po. "But Master, the slave doesn't worry about you. ”

"Why don't you worry?" Meng Po smiled lightly: "You don't think that I have encountered something I can't think of, and I want to jump from here, right?"

Zhaoling didn't expect Meng Po to have the heart to joke with her, and suddenly a reef fell to the ground in her heart, and she hurriedly saluted Meng Po, hugged her cold and trembling arm and ran away quickly, returning to the gate of the palace.

Meng Po looked at Zhaoling, who ran away in a hurry, with a gentle smile on her lips, and then turned her head to the vast Lechuan River, and unexpectedly, a boat that could ride three or four ghosts together appeared in her field of vision. Meng Po's eyelids shrunk, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes. At this time, how could there still be people crossing the river? Don't they know that it is extremely dangerous to force the crossing of the Lechuan River at night?

Meng Po faced the cold night wind, looked at the boat floating on the river, and the unforgettable scene flashed in her mind: on the surface of the Lechuan River where the enchanting sky bloomed, a flat boat came quickly, and a white-robed young man stood at the bow of the boat. If you want to say that Lang Jun is wearing a white robe, it is better to say that it is a red robe, because his white robe seems to have been soaked in blood water, and blood beads are dripping all over his body......

"Lord, Lord......"

But after a moment, Meng Po heard Zhaoling's crisp voice behind her again.

Meng Po turned her head, looked at the panicked Zhaoling, retracted her thoughts, and asked, "Why are you so panicked?"

"It's not good, the soul of that son who was reincarnated at three moments is gone. Zhaoling said with a slight cry. After those reincarnated souls are sent from Wangxiangtai by the ghost officials sent by the king of the Five Palaces, although they will be less restrained, in order to prevent these souls from recurring on the way to reincarnation, they will be forbidden on them. It's just that what she can't figure out is what method did that soul that was reincarnated at three moments use to escape from the place where the corridor was guarded so that even a night fly could not enter or leave?

When Meng Po heard this, her eyes were shocked, but she quickly calmed down. "Take me to see it. ”

"Yes, Lord Drunk. Zhaoling answered, and took Meng Po to the room where the soul of the reincarnation at three o'clock lived.

When Meng Po entered the room, she saw that all the furnishings inside were the same, and there was no sign of moving and using them, and there was no soul breath left in the room. "It seems that it's been a long time!"

"Gone?" Zhaoling was beside him, stunned. If it is known by the Ten Palaces Hades, it will be troublesome. "Master, the slave has already asked the ghost officials to find it. ”

Meng Po didn't say anything, raised her hand to cast a spell, and drew a phantom mirror in the air.

Seeing this, Zhaoling hurried over, and really saw the soul of the child who was reincarnated three moments in the phantom mirror. This soul is standing on the lookout platform at the moment, stunned, and the sky in front of the soul shows the reality of what she is thinking about. In that scene, there was a house somewhere in the mortal world, and there was a woman in the house who looked very similar to her, but was a little younger, in the pavilion in the lotus lake, accompanying the two old men to enjoy the lotus.

"Don't worry, she's just worried. Meng Po accepted the law and said to Zhaoling: "She will come back." ”

"But, Lord Drunk, what if she remembers those worries and is unwilling to reincarnate?" Zhaoling said worriedly: "If the ghost officials on the side of the King of the Five Palaces know, they will definitely report to the King of the Five Palaces, and they will set a ...... for you when the time comes."

"At this moment, how much time is there left?" Meng Po asked without waiting for Zhaoling to finish speaking.

After hearing this, Zhaoling hurriedly said: "There is also a cup of tea." ”

Meng Po said softly: "Let's go!"

Zhaoling asked inexplicably, "Where to go?"

Meng Po looked back, raised her hand and knocked on Zhaoling's little head, and said with a smile: "Of course, it is to send the soul to be reincarnated!"

Zhaoling rubbed her head that was knocked by Meng Po, pouted "oh", and followed closely by Meng Po's side.

Seeing Zhaoling's aggrieved face, Meng Po couldn't help pursing her lips and smiled, without saying much.

Meng Po and Zhaoling stepped into the soul room where they were reincarnated at three o'clock, and saw that the soul was a four or five-year-old child wearing a lake-blue gauze blouse.

Meng Po waited for the child to finish looking at himself before she said softly, "What are you going to do to look at me for so long?"

The child smiled sweetly: "Grandma, are you the god of Meng Po?"

Hearing this, Meng Po nodded slightly, hung the soul-attracting lamp on the head of the Soul-Binding Scepter, and pulled the child to sit down. "What's your name?"

"My name is Tang Jingjuan. Grandma, just call me Juan'er! I was thrown to death. The child replied with an innocent face.

After hearing this, Meng Po touched Tang Jingjuan's head lovingly.

"Meng Po God, why don't you speak?" Tang Jingjuan looked at Meng Po and asked: "Once, I heard Ah Niang say that after death, people will be reincarnated at the Liudao Bridge on the bank of the Lechuan River, and there is a grandma sitting next to the Liudao Bridge, and the grandma is holding a bowl of soup in her hand, and the bowl of soup is called Meng Po soup, and if you drink it, you will forget them all." Grandma, is that so?"

"Your aunt is right with you. Meng Po smiled and said with a slight bow: "My soup is not called Meng Po soup, it is called Xuanfu soup." This bowl of soup, you have to drink it in this room, and then I will send you to the past life pavilion to the Liudao Bridge. ”

"Then after drinking this bowl of drunken soup, I can't remember my aunt?" Tang Jingjuan asked with a wink of bright eyes.

"Yes. Because you are going to be a new person, you will have a new Ayea A-Niang. Meng Po smiled: "So, you can't remember the previous things anymore. ”

"However, my aunt treated me very well, and I don't want to forget her. Tang Jingjuan heard Meng Po say this, and immediately cried. "And now that my aunt is gone, she will definitely be sad. ”

Seeing Tang Jingjuan crying, Meng Po took her into her arms and comforted her softly: "I know you are reluctant, but you can't go back now." ”

"Why, why can't I go back?" asked Tang Jingjuan, crying.

Meng Po took the silk handkerchief handed over by Zhaoling, wiped away the tears on Tang Jingjuan's face, and said softly: "Your fate with your aunt is over." She has blessed you for several years, and she has paid off the debt she had with you in her previous life. You have nothing to do with it in this life. ”

"What kind of debt?" Tang Jingjuan asked blankly.

"In the last life, you were a benefactor in your mother's building, and when your mother was down, you gave her a jacket to protect herself from the cold and a few silver nudes, so that she could have a glimmer of life. Meng Po said: "When she died, she wanted to repay your kindness, so she had the love of mother and son for several years in this life." ”