I don't know how long it took, Zeng Xiaoyu suddenly woke up from his cultivation.

Zeng Xiaoyu, who came to his senses, then let out a helpless sigh.

Everyone has two selves, an eternal true self and an ever-changing false self.

The true self is the origin of all things, and everything in the world arises from this true self.

But this true self is like a void, and it is nowhere to be found.

It's like this air, ethereal.

You say he doesn't, but everyone's breath can't do without it.

You say it has, but you can't catch it.

"It's so hard!"

Zeng Xiaoyu shook his head and sighed bitterly.

This kind of mysterious and mysterious realm really makes people who have not yet entered the door to get a glimpse want to go crazy.

Therefore, Zen Buddhism often asks: Who is chanting Buddha, and who is dragging the dead body?

Dead people don't recite Buddha, dead people don't walk on their own.

The reason why he can recite Buddha and walk is because he has a self in his body that controls this body.

But where am I?

I searched carefully, but I couldn't find anything.

This is a difficult problem, only with the great perseverance of the rat gnawing the coffin, the hard work, and one day to get through, will suddenly be enlightened.

If you can't get through, you can only die under the sentence for the rest of your life, and you can't turn over!

"It's so hard, it's so hard!"

This question, in history, I don't know how many big husbands!

Some people spend a lifetime to comprehend, but they may not be able to participate and break the ginseng!

Zeng Xiaoyu shook his head, and a coastline had already appeared in front of him.

Zeng Xiaoyu could only temporarily put down the doubts in his heart, collected the ship, and immediately flew to the shore.

Zeng Xiaoyu was in mid-air, and he saw that on the black beach, there were countless black pressures and muddy ghosts.

They seemed to be summoned in some way, and a steady stream of climbs up from the beach, forming a long line, unconsciously walking towards the land ahead.

Zeng Xiaoyu ignored these spirits and continued to fly forward.

Zeng Xiaoyu flew not long before he had to land again.

In front of him was a large river flowing with yellow water, and the astonishing aura generated by the big river made Zeng Xiaoyu have to land in mid-air.

Zeng Xiaoyu knew that once he dared to try to leap over this big river.

His end is likely to be like the painful roaring ghost in the river, and the end is tragic.

"Could this be the legendary Yellow Spring?"

Zeng Xiaoyu was puzzled.

Since it was the first time to come to this kind of place, Zeng Xiaoyu seemed more cautious.

At this time, there was a long queue on the riverbank.

There are some souls in this team, and these souls maintain their original appearance.

Some people have beasts, strange shapes, and so on.

There are some souls in their eyes, and there are some smartness, which proves that their spiritual wisdom is not yet confused.

It's just that these are souls that have souls and no physical souls.

Having lost their physical bodies, they are probably reported from the front and are preparing to be reincarnated.

Zeng Xiaoyu was very curious about this, so he walked behind a group of human souls and said with a smile: "Brother, can you cut a line?"

When those souls saw Zeng Xiaoyu cutting in line, they all grinned and laughed miserably: "Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?

When Zeng Xiaoyu heard this, his head was suddenly full of black lines.

Hurry to reincarnate and put it in the yang world, that's a curse.

But here, when the ghosts greet each other, they ask, "Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

"Hehe, thank you, big brothers!

My name is Zeng Shiyi, and I fell into the water and died.

I wonder how the big brothers died?"

"Call me Hu Leopard, I was hacked to death in a fight!"

"My name is Liu Datou, and I was stoned to death by a person who jumped off a building while walking! Do you think I was wronged?"

"My name is Sun Daring, and I was scared to death by a ghost when I went to the toilet at night!

......

Several ghosts introduced themselves.

"It's... It seems that everyone has their own fate, and the way of death is also strange!"

Zeng Xiaoyu smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Come on, come on, let's have a sip of steaming soup and go!"

Zeng Xiaoyu and a few people lined up for a while and came to the head of a bridge.

At the head of the bridge, there was a hunchbacked old woman with a wrinkled face, who was taking bowls of yellow soup to the ghosts passing by to drink.

In front of her, a pot of boiling soup was boiling.

At her feet lay a listless yellow dog.

"This one, could it be the legendary Meng Po!

What she has in her hand is not the Meng Po soup that can make people forget their past and present lives!

If you want me to trick me into drinking Meng Po soup and forget everything, I won't do it!"

Zeng Xiaoyu made up his mind not to drink the soup.

......

Zeng Xiaoyu waited for a while, the line in front of him became shorter, and all the dead souls had already drunk Meng Po soup and stepped on the Nai He Bridge.

At this time, it was finally Zeng Xiaoyu's turn to step forward, and at this time, I saw Meng Po holding a bowl of yellow turbidity and hot soup with an unpleasant smell in her hand, and said to Zeng Xiaoyu with a smile: "Young man, come and drink soup!"

Unexpectedly, Zeng Xiaoyu shook his head like a rattle.

Then he said to Meng Po who was smiling: "Wanshui Qingshan is always in love, can you not drink this soup?"

Meng Po stared at Zeng Xiaoyu with a shocked expression, and then shook her head very firmly and said, "I am the Bridge Guardian Immortal of the Underworld, if you don't drink me, I will shout rape!"

After that, he looked at Zeng Xiaoyu with a smug face.

When Zeng Xiaoyu heard this, he couldn't help but gasp, and looked at the hunchbacked old woman in front of him in shock.

If Meng Po shouted, it is estimated that he would immediately become famous in the Three Realms, and his reputation would have been ruined since then.

"Do you really want to drink?"

"I want to drink!"

"Gotta drink?"

"A must!"

Zeng Xiaoyu asked a few words one after another, and Meng Po's reply was very affirmative.

Zeng Xiaoyu's eyes rolled, his hand flashed, and a pile of dark coins suddenly appeared.

These dark coins were all obtained by Zeng Xiaoyu in that tomb last time, because they felt that they were not simple, so they were all put away by Zeng Xiaoyu.

Now that he took it out, he saw Meng Po staring at the dark coin in Zeng Xiaoyu's hand with a bright face.

"Hehe, be careful, I hope my mother-in-law will be accommodating!"

Zeng Xiaoyu smiled and stuffed the pile of dark coins into Meng Po's hand.

As the saying goes, money can make ghosts grind, in order to avoid losing his memory after drinking Meng Po soup, Zeng Xiaoyu had to use some improper means.

Sure enough, Meng Po took Zeng Xiaoyu's dark coin, smiled on her wrinkled face, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "You kid is very good! This is a bridge token, you can go over!"

Zeng Xiaoyu took a black plaque handed over by Meng Po, and found that it was engraved with the appearance of a skull, so he was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked Meng Po.

"Thank you!".

Then with excitement, I stepped on the Nai He Bridge.

However, at the moment when Zeng Xiaoyu stepped on the Nai He Bridge, the corners of Meng Po's mouth hooked up a mysterious smile.