As soon as the three of them came out of Jiuling Mountain, the little fairy boy hurriedly came, his little head was full of beads of sweat, he pulled Si Ming aside, and whispered, "Master, if you need to go back to deal with it in the house"

Si Ming looked at Yunhe, "What's the matter, wait until I go back."

"Nope"

The little fairy boy stood on tiptoe and attached himself to Si Ming's ear, not knowing what to say, Si Ming's brows furrowed tightly.

"If there is anything to do, go back first, I'll accompany Xiao Qiwu" The smile in Yunhe's eyes was a little more proud.

Si Ming rolled his eyes at Yunhe and looked at Feng Qiwu, "Otherwise, let's go together tomorrow, it's not bad for this day."

Yunhe definitely disagreed, and hurriedly said, "It's too late, what should I do if Lan Sheng is picked by someone?"

"It's okay, let's ask Meng Po for Lan Sheng and come back, you go first, see if the little fairy child is in a hurry" As he spoke, Feng Qiwu laughed.

Si Ming looked down and saw that the little fairy boy was glaring at him angrily at this time, and his eyebrows were about to twist into a rope.

Si Ming had no choice but to give up, "Then you go early and come back early", and left with the little fairy.

Yunhe let out a long sigh of relief, "It's okay now, it's just you and me."

Feng Qiwu stared at Yunhe, "Isn't your relationship with Si Ming bad?"

"Naturally, it's good, but there are some things that can't be shared, such as Xiao Qiwu, you" Yunhe came to Feng Qiwu, and Feng Qiwu could still smell the aroma of Lansheng wine in his mouth.

A little uncomfortable, he moved back, "Let's go quickly"

The two of them used the immortal method, and then disappeared.

Death

Feng Qiwu saw the "crowd", a black and white busy ghost, black and white were not seen between the two of them, nodded, and gestured with his hand, as if to say, "There are too many ghosts to be busy, the two immortals are wandering around"

I have the impression that this is the first time Feng Qiwu has come to the underworld, so in order not to get in the way, he deliberately found a place to stand on the side. Suddenly hit by something, and when I turned around, it was a "person" without a head, turning around, and it seemed that I couldn't find the way ahead.

There was a woman with long hair and waist standing in front of her, wearing a wedding dress, Feng Qiwu patted her gently, the woman turned her head, exactly the same as the back, Feng Qiwu shouted, the ghost gate was instantly quiet, and all the ghosts looked sideways and stared at Feng Qiwu.

Yunhe stretched out his hand and covered Feng Qiwu's eyes, "You guys are busy first, you are busy first........"

In an instant, the ghost gate was back to normal.

"If you're afraid, close your eyes, I'll hold you," Yunhe lowered his head and said next to Feng Qiwu's ear.

Feng Qiwu nodded obediently, half relieved, his eyes closed, and he was still led by Yunhe.

"Is this the case when mortals die?"

"It's not all, those who are at the end of their lives, who are good people when they are alive, who have done a lot of good deeds, will have the same soul after death as they did when they were alive. Only those who died in vain, with resentment, or who did bad things in life, will do so after death."

"Will a ghost with a grudge willingly drink Meng Po soup?"

Yunhe smiled and touched Feng Qiwu's head, "Silly girl, some things are powerless, and some people will naturally let go when they figure it out"

"I can't figure it out"

"Do you see the Three Ways River?"

Feng Qiwu opened his eyes, and at this time he had already walked to the head of the bridge, and below this was the Santu River.

"Those who can't figure it out will jump off the Santu River and their souls will be scattered"

Feng Qiwu's heart chuckled, "What's wrong with them?"

The seven emotions and six desires in this world are incomprehensible even to us immortals.

There was a long line in front of Meng Po Village, and the ghost stuck its head out to look ahead to see when it would be there.

After drinking Meng Po soup, you can cross the Nai He Bridge, and you can be reincarnated.

The ghosts thought to themselves.

"I will definitely be able to cast a good tire this time"

"I don't know if A-Yuan will wait for me"

"Condensation, this little slut dares to frame me, I will make her pay back in the next life............."

Feng Qiwu's body shook a few times, Yun He's eyes were sharp, and he subconsciously held on, "What's wrong, is there any discomfort?"

Feng Qiwu nodded, his face was a little pale, "Just take a break"

"I said how do you think this Meng Po Zhuang is immortal strong today, it turned out to be Linghua Shangxian and Ziwei Emperor, I don't know what kind of wind blew your two here" Meng Po looked at them with a smile.

"It's true," Yunhe said politely.

"Then please please come inside, but we have to wait, there are too many ghosts today, and we have to send them all away before the unitary time."

"It's okay, Meng Po, you are busy first"

Behind Meng Pozhuang is a large area of Manzhu Shahua, "flowers bloom for a thousand years, flowers fall for a thousand years, life and life are not fate", Feng Qiwu's eyes glow with soft light.

Squatted down, stretched out his hand to touch Manzhu Shahua, but as soon as he touched it, Feng Qiwu's head hurt for a while.

"Master, why did you take me up the mountain?"

"Look at you pathetic"

"Master, why are you so good to me?"

"I'm a Short-Sighted Person"

"Master, I like this Manju Sahua"

"If you like it, take two Zhu back"

"Isn't Manzhu Sawa a flower of the underworld, and can live in the fairy world?"

"You can ............. with you"

Feng Qiwu held his forehead with both hands, his head hurt for a while, the white figure in his memory never refused to look back, Feng Qiwu desperately grabbed something, but couldn't catch anything.

Who are you?

No one answered her.

After a while, Yunhe noticed that something was wrong, "Xiao Qiwu, what's wrong with you"

Feng Qiwu's face became even paler, and his forehead was covered with fine beads, "It's okay, maybe I don't feel comfortable in the underworld for the first time"

"I'll send you back to Jiuling Mountain," Yunhe asked worriedly.

"No, just rest. I found a place to sit down, and looked at this large area of Manzhu Sahua, which was a little dazzling.

After waiting for an hour, Feng Qiwu got a lot better, but there were still a lot of ghosts in Meng Pozhuang, Feng Qiwu thought about it and finally came to the underworld, so it was better to go shopping.

However, every ghost on the bridge had no expression on their faces, and they couldn't say they were happy or unhappy.

Yes, the past has been forgotten, and the only thing to live well is the afterlife.

"Do you think they will meet someone they will never forget in their previous life after they are reincarnated?"

"Won't"

"Why?"

"Because they drank Meng Po soup, they forgot the past. ”

"If it's unforgettable, can't forget it?"

"My little Qiwu, what are you doing as Meng Po soup?" Yunhe said with a hearty smile.

Feng Qiwu nodded thoughtfully.

Feng Qiwu sat beside the Nai He Bridge, watching the ghosts on the bridge come and go, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, a voice came in, "Emperor Ziwei came to the underworld, it is really full of brilliance."

When Feng Qiwu heard the prestige, he was really jumped again. The man's expression was serious, the right side of his face was dark and blue, and a long scar spread to the back, only the eyes were clear.

"King Chujiang is unharmed."

"You and I haven't seen each other for thousands of years, go to my palace for a few drinks" King Chu Jiang unceremoniously hugged Yunhe's shoulder.

At a glance, he saw Feng Qiwu not far away, and hurriedly stepped forward and said very respectfully, "Linghua is an immortal"

Feng Qiwu came to the underworld for the first time and couldn't recognize him, "Xiao Qiwu, this is the king of Chujiang, the second of the ten halls of the Yama King, he specializes in living in hell"

Feng Qiwu nodded politely at him, and then said to Yunhe, "Then you go first, I'll sit here and go back to Meng Pozhuang."

Yunhe was a little worried, "Then you wait for me to come back obediently in Meng Pozhuang"

"Hmm"

After the two left, Feng Qiwu continued to lie on the railing of the Nai He Bridge.

"Three hundred and eighty-three....... Four hundred and two.......... "I was so bored that I counted the ghosts that passed by on the bridge."

When he counted to five hundred and nineteen, a man dressed in white appeared in front of him, fluttering like a fairy. Feng Qiwu stared straight at him, and his head hurt again.

The man turned around and walked towards her step by step, each step seemed to be full of golden lotus, so dazzling that even the red blood-like Manzhu Sawa lost its color, and the surrounding scenery was silent, as if only the two of them were left between heaven and earth.

Feng Qiwu didn't dare to blink, afraid that in the blink of an eye, this person would disappear.

The man approached, his eyes full of smiles.

"Who are you, have we met somewhere?"

The man stretched out his hand and gently stroked the broken hair of Feng Qiwu's temples, "My Wu'er has grown up, and she is not as naughty as before"

Feng Qiwu stared at the good-looking peach blossom eyes, and kept looking at him, "Where have I seen these eyes of yours" Feng Qiwu tried to recall, where is it? Why can't I remember...........

The man in white smiled dotingly, "Wu'er, take good care of yourself, I will come back one day"

Feng Qiwu grabbed his hand tightly, but there was a strong wind on the bridge, the wind was very strong, blowing so much that she couldn't open her eyes, and the things in her hand were slowly leaving, Feng Qiwu tried all her strength, but it was still useless, the man left, as if he had never come.

Feng Qiwu stood on the Nai He Bridge and searched around, but could no longer find the figure.

There were teardrops sliding through the corners of her eyes, Feng Qiwu raised her hand and gently tapped the tears, she didn't know why she was crying.

I just feel that the position of the left heart has lost something.

When Meng Po found Feng Qiwu, Feng Qiwu was standing on the Nai He Bridge, holding Manzhu Sawa in his hand, and kept looking at the Santu River blankly, as if he had lost his mind.

Meng Po screamed for a long time before Feng Qiwu came back to her senses.

"Ling Hua Shangxian, what's wrong, it can't be that the two boys of black and white impermanence have hooked their souls, right?" Meng Po said jokingly.

After a long time, Feng Qiwu stretched out his hand and pointed to the Santu River, "Meng Po, did you say that the water in the Santu River was dyed red by Manzhu Shahua?"

Meng Po shook her head, "There are countless ghosts that jump in every year, and they may be dyed red by their blood."

"Won't you be scattered by jumping in? you can't be reincarnated, and you can't wait for the person you have to wait for."

Meng Po didn't know how to answer her and remained silent.

"Meng Po, there are a lot of things I can't remember"

"What can I remember?"

"I don't know, but I should remember, they're important to me"

Meng Po pondered for a moment, "People have seven sufferings, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love, parting, and unwanted. I've been in this Yellow Spring for three thousand years, and the person I wanted to wait for didn't come," Meng Po looked at Meng Pozhuang and smiled sadly.

"Who is Meng Po waiting for?"