Meng Po closed her eyes slightly, continued to scoop Meng Po soup, raised her finger and pointed to an empty wooden stake next to Dading, signaling Chang Xi to sit down.

Chang Xi, who held the Cave Shadow Sword in his hand, was confident that he could slash the three ghost envoys under the sword in the scene of half a pillar of incense, but he was very jealous of this Meng Po, who seemed to have no cultivation at all. He had a very strong feeling that if he shot at this helpless woman, he would be dead in the next moment.

Meng Po moved skillfully in her hands, and said without raising her head: "Young people, don't use your liver fire to kill your heart, the Yellow Spring in the underworld is different from the yang world on the ground, the breath of the underworld here will subtly change your heart, don't be blinded by the killing intent, little guy." ”

The woman's soft words in her ears were as crisp as a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, and her voice was deafening and reached her heart, waking up Chang Xi's heart that was inexplicably hazy with murderous desires. Chang Xi took a deep breath, put away the cave sword, bowed to Meng Po, and sat respectfully on the stake.

Meng Po scooped up a bowl of Meng Po soup and handed it to Chang Xi, but the words she asked were slightly different from what she asked others before.

"Do you drink?"

Chang Xi's eyes wandered back and forth between the bowl of Meng Po soup and Meng Po's crystal clear eyes for a long time, and he shook his head and said firmly: "I don't drink it." ”

Meng Po didn't seem surprised by the man's answer, took back the bowl of soup, and asked, "I saw that you didn't set foot on the Wangxiang Platform to look back at the yang world, but at this moment you still have feelings in your heart that you can't let go of or have unfinished ambitions?"

Chang Xi lowered his head and was silent for a long time, looking at the dead souls who had never come out since he entered the Yama Palace, and slowly spoke: "I just think that if I drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, I will lose something very important and important, that's all. ”

"Perhaps. ”

Meng Po, who is more like the mother of Fengyi in the Yang Palace, smiled faintly, glanced at the black and gold dragon robe worn by Chang Xi, took out a simple booklet with "Merit Record" on the cover of the table, blew off the thick dust on it, and said to Chang Xi: "Since you don't want to take off this robe, then I will change the way for you, and the merit mirror will reflect your merits in the Yang world." ”

Chang Xi was puzzled, and asked carefully: "Dare to ask Meng Po, I am just an inconspicuous member of countless dead souls, why do you take good care of me?"

Meng Po, whose posture is not inferior to the immortal in the painting, smiled very rarely, and said with a smile: "Don't you think that your appearance is so handsome that you can make a woman go crazy, and even Meng Po who is stationed in Nai He Bridge will be hooked by you to have three souls and seven spirits, and she is willing to make an exception for you to open the door to convenience?"

Meng Po's sudden ridicule caught Chang Xi off guard.

Meng Po looked up at the sky and said, "For thousands of years, even I can't remember how many bowls of Meng Po soup I have sent away. I only remember waiting on the Nai He Bridge, there are old people who are faltering, crying about their children's unfilial piety; there are young men who have sacrificed their lives for the country, their ambitions have not been rewarded, and their eyes are full of sadness; there are haggard faces and girls, who are reluctant to look back at their neighbors on the Wangxiang platform; and there are also ignorant yellow-mouthed children, biting their fingers beside me and curiously asking where this is. ”

Meng Po glanced at the pillar of luck above Chang Xi's head again, "There are so many sentient beings, but there are always some different people, and you are the most interesting person except for the white-clothed sword immortal who also didn't drink Meng Po soup after walking across the Nai He Bridge a few years ago." ”

Chang Xi is naturally not stupid, he saw Meng Po looking at the top of his head twice, recalling what Hetu, who was proficient in the art of contemplating and looking at qi in Cheng's house in Yaocheng, Huizhou, said to him, he vaguely guessed what Meng Po was looking at, with a trace of doubt and inexplicable trust, Chang Xi said frankly: " In the southern Xinjiang region of the earth and the yang, there are strange people who can seize the luck of others for their own use, and I heard that the great powers in the second step of the great realm also covet the luck of others, like you, I can't see the depth of the master at all, why just glance at the pillar of luck above my head, but not take it?"

Meng Po's hand scooping the soup was slightly stunned, as if she had heard some funny joke, she looked up and looked at the magnificent dragon and phoenix luck pillar above this little guy's head, and scolded with a smile: "Let's put aside benevolence, righteousness and morality, even if I want to swallow your luck in one bite, first of all, I must have a good tooth and a good belly. A guy with enough money, an ordinary second-step monk doesn't even have the qualifications to covet your luck. ”

Chang Xi, who was not boastful, touched his head, with his current realm, he couldn't see what his luck was, but he really didn't expect to get such a high evaluation in Meng Po's mouth.

But then Chang Xi shook his head self-deprecatingly.

No matter how good your luck is, what can you do? Now you are already in the Yellow Spring of the Netherworld.

Meng Po glanced at the cloth-robbing woman squatting on the collar tree, and the comprehension of the cloth-snatching woman took out a heavy large mirror from the canopy of the tree and jumped in front of Chang Xi.

The cloth-snatching woman obviously still had lingering palpitations about the man in front of her, and carefully raised the merit mirror to Chang Xi. On the other side, Meng Po spread out the merit record that I don't know how many years have passed, and dipped the pen in the bright red juice of the grinding flowers on the other side, Chang Xi, who was sitting opposite, could vaguely see that the merit record was mostly blank, and there were actually only a few people's names on it, among which there seemed to be a person surnamed Yun from the human race with sonorous four characters in his name, which seemed to be written...

At this moment, Chang Xi's face was reflected in the solemn merit mirror, like a deep well without waves, the mirror surface was boiling like boiling water in an instant, and the next moment it burst out without warning The bright golden light that illuminates most of the yellow spring bursts out without warning!

However, the golden light on the bridge was overwhelming, and the ghosts who were originally kneeling in front of Meng Po had now turned into a five-body throwing shape to the ground, and their heads were deeply slammed into the mud by the river. As for the three ghost envoys not far away, they were shocked, and after looking at each other, they immediately shook their official robes and knelt down with their sleeves no longer hesitating.

A person with immeasurable merits should be a hero in life, and a ghost in death, and he should be worshipped.

In just one day, the cloth-snatching woman, who was shocked twice in succession, complained bitterly, but fortunately, another hanger jumped off the tree in time to help her hold up the merit mirror, knowing that being rude in front of such a person of immeasurable merit is a great sin in itself.

Meng Po lifted the bright red pen hanging on the merit record and fell with difficulty.

In the golden light, Meng Po was able to see the past of this young sword cultivator.

There is Tengzhou City, where the corpse is full of corpses, and everyone is in danger.

There are hundreds of taboos and thousands of demons gathering in Hengduan Mountain.

There are ten thousand demons wantonly plundering the Cangshan and Erhai Lakes on the border.

There are also demon shadows that re-pop the clouds and see the sky of Wushan again.

Meng Po put down her pen and ink, her beautiful face was full of solemnity, Ying Ying got up, and actually bent down to do a thousand blessings, and her red lips opened lightly: "Gongzi has made great merits during his lifetime, and he has planted countless good karma and cause and effect for the human race with his own strength, so that the millions of Li people in Kyushu can avoid blood disasters and man-made disasters. ”

However, all the dead souls on and under the bridge also knelt down.

Chang Xi stretched out his hand, and he didn't know whether to help the Huangquan ferryman who was known to everyone in the whole yang world, looking at the pride and pride of ordinary people who knelt down around him, he was just embarrassed and stunned, falling in the eyes of Meng Po, in exchange for a smile that she had not seen for thousands of years.

The woman's unique intuition told her that this young man who was in the prime of his life died early due to the jealousy of heaven and came to the Yellow Spring Realm, which seemed to be looming, with a hint of fate.

Such a dazzling figure like the sun, Huang Quan really trapped him?

Feeling the same shocking and surprising, but obscure but incomparably powerful fluctuations in the Yama Hall behind her, Meng Po dipped the flower juice on the other side and carefully recorded the various breathtaking merits of this person named Chang Xi in his life.

At this moment, no one knows that the Huangquan Realm, which has been undisturbed for tens of millions of years, has quietly set off a corner of the gorgeous prologue.