It is said that Hua Lingnon closed her horizons and followed the fragrance of the flowers on the other side all the way to the west, and it was down to the yin.

She took five steps per line, and the cold air on her body changed, first in the late autumn courtyard she stumbled and planted in a well, and when she touched it, it was a plantain forest when she came out.

Walking wet in the plantain forest, many spiders fell from the frost moon above their heads, and they bounced on the skin one by one. Finally, when I arrived at a mass grave, I walked cautiously, stepped on the air, fell into a pile of bones, and reached out and touched the skull of a maggot, which was extremely cold.

She walked step by step, left and right, put on and put on, and she didn't know where she was.

After walking for a while, I felt that the fragrance of flowers on the other side of the four sides was strong in a moment, as if from a wasteland to a landlord's private house that loved flowers and stones.

Again, there is the sound of water, but it is very faint, like a country child digging a dung ditch in the middle of the night, and the bamboo pole stirring in the muddy water, sneaking around.

Hua Lingnong couldn't see it, and she didn't have time to think about it, and she didn't know that if she went up three miles again, it would be the folk rumored Lechuan and Nai He Bridge.

At the other end of the bridge, there is a pavilion, next to the pavilion is an old woman in the pot, she is called "Meng Po" by the people in the yang world because of her slender body and gray hair, she gave birth to a youthful face in the field, and the ghosts who pass by are good to come to her to beg for food and drink, knock and idle, they call her another name, very delicate, called Xi'er.

At this time, Xi'er just finished the pot, and saw a shadow coming from the other end of the bridge, and he was busy and wanted to make a fire.

When the fire started and burned away, she leaned down and fished out three materials, and when she looked back, the fire had gone out. I lit it again, and then I went to get the materials, but there was no fire when I turned around.

Xi'er knew whose means it was, so she took a bottle of potion, took a sip, and sprayed it out, heard a scream, and laughed: "Bull head and horse noodles - see if you dare to play tricks on your aunt!"

At this time, a swollen horse face appeared, with more than ten red rashes of all sizes on it: "Dead old woman, you are too ruthless to do this-"

Xi'er heard the words "dead old woman", gritted her teeth, and was about to come again, the ghost was shocked, and hurriedly covered her hand and said: "No, no, no, I was wrong, Xi'er woo••••••"

Seeing this begging face, Xi'er was satisfied and put it away, and went to cook her own soup again. She lit the fire, puffed it a few times, and then said, "Why are you just a bull?"

"There was a ghost who escaped from the prison and chased him down. ”

Xi'er laughed and said, "Then give me a hand, can you bear to see me as unkempt as a yellow flower girl-"

Ma Mian secretly scolded the old witch, and then went up to help, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the other end of the bridge, and said in surprise: "Alas, there is a new ghost, strange, why is there no ghost to escort him." ”

Xi'er said: "I guess it's a cultivator, and I know the way by myself." ”

"Alas, the body is quite good-looking, but I don't know how the face is born. ”

Xi'er sneered: "In your eyes, sesame buckteeth can make you laugh, older virgins - oh no, older virgins!"

Ma Mian said unhappily: "Don't look down on me, I think when I was in the yang world, I was also a suave son, if it weren't for the fact that I owed too much debt, the god of death was jealous of me and relegated me to the beast road, and I wouldn't have been bloody for three hundred years!"

Xi'er said: "I'll chew the root of my tongue here, and you can try to be a judge too." ”

Ma Mian said: "Xu I am a judge, I must make a small grass for that god, and I will grow there either for the horse to eat, or for the horse to step on, happy to pee and feed him fat, unhappy to uproot and burn the grass core to play, hehe, cool!"

Xi'er interrupted: "Ouch - don't make any noise, I'll see if there is anything else that hasn't been cooked, why is this soup not ripe•••••• a drop of raw tears, two old tears, three bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, seven feet of parting tears, ah sad tears! What about sad tears••••••

Ma Mian saw Xi'er flipping the rope for a while, and he was anxious, so he reminded loudly: "Will it be used up?" ”

As soon as she had finished speaking, Xi'er came out with a wine jar and lifted the altar, which was indeed empty. Now she was a little flustered, and said, "It's over, it's over, how can I cook soup without tears••••••

Ma Mian said: "Isn't the eighth taste your sad tears?

Xi'er was about to knock on the back of the horse's head: "Dead horse, how can you cry so easily! Alas, I knew that I should have saved up when I shed tears before, and I blamed me for being lazy!"

Ma Mian said: "Then how can you be born? The new ghost is about to come and roar." If she doesn't drink soup, she won't be able to enter the capital!"

Xi'er said: "That's it, let's let her go to Wangxiangtai to have a look, review the past, and see if there are any sad things that touch me, so that I can barely squeeze a few tears down••••••

"By the way, she didn't have a ghost escort, I don't know the date of her birth and death, grievances and merits, you go to Senluo Hall to ask for it, so that I can verify it." ”