Seeing the two little ghosts dragging the merit mirror to the tree with difficulty, Chang Xi stood up and took a hand, causing the gratitude of the two little ghosts, Chang Xi shook his head and smiled, he is still his former self after all, he is used to living a hard life, and he can't see others nodding his head to himself, is this what the ancients often said that sometimes there must be in life, and you can't get rid of it?

Meng Po, whose face returned to tranquility, did not rush to Changxi, and continued to let the dead souls on the Nai He Bridge begin to flow, and bowls of Meng Po soup were handed out, and one after another tirelessly "Do you want to drink Meng Po soup?", outlining a wonderful picture scroll that the world could not see on the side of the Nai He Bridge.

Meng Po, who has repeatedly said such a sentence for countless years, undoubtedly hides a conversation box that will not be easily revealed, and this conversation box has been quietly opened.

She opened her mouth and said: "In the Yellow Spring Realm, there are ten halls of Yama who are responsible for guiding and determining the fate of the dead souls, and there is a Nai He bridge outside the other nine halls, and the people who are stationed at the bridgehead to ferry the souls are all my clones. Guess with you, can you know why my ontology is willing to be stationed outside the Yama Hall of the Fifth Temple?"

Chang Xi spread his hands innocently, thinking to himself how could he know about such a matter in the underworld.

Meng Po raised her head and looked at the Wangxiang platform standing like a bow at the other end of the bridge, and asked herself: "Because the Yama Hall is the most humane here. ”

"The human touch?"

Meng Po pointed to the Wangxiang Platform, "Because outside the entire ten Yama Palaces, only here is the Wangxiang Platform repaired, giving those souls who have not set foot on the Nai He Bridge a chance to look back at the hearts and beloved in the Yang world." ”

Chang Xi was a little surprised, it turned out that there was only one Wangxiang Terrace in the entire Huangquan Realm.

Meng Po said: "The king of Yama in the fifth hall is different from the other halls, he is a benevolent and benevolent Ming Jun, he was originally the hall master of the first hall of Huangquan in the underworld. It's a pity that this matter finally touched the secret interests of several ghost emperors in the underworld, and then they joined forces to pressure and lowered it to the fifth hall, and even this Wangxiang platform was demolished and only the last one remained. ”

Chang Xi bowed to the Yama Palace, such a Ming Jun is worthy of his worship.

Chang Xi's thoughts gradually drifted away, because in his imagination, the Yellow Spring in the Netherworld should just be a transit place for dead beings from all walks of life to re-enter reincarnation, but now it seems that this Yellow Spring in the Netherworld is clearly the same as Kyushu and the Demon Domain in the Yang World, and it is also a group of heroes who are separated and separated, and the undercurrent is surging between each other.

Chang Xi was not in a hurry to leave, looking at the souls that walked by one after another, he either had physical fire and no physical body, and he asked softly, "Will these ghosts finally obey the judgment of King Yama and then re-enter reincarnation?"

Meng Po glanced at him and said, "It depends on their merits during their lifetime." ”

A short and fat man who looked like a butcher by the collar tree stopped, and was stripped of his clothes and weighed by the robber and the hanger, only to see that the treetops were quickly bent over by the butcher's clothes. Another woman who looked lonely in her twenties was stripped of her clothes and weighed, but the curvature of the branches did not change.

Meng Po said softly: "Like this butcher, because he killed extremely seriously in his life and injured his Yin virtue, he will not have half a room for bargaining when he is judged by the king of Yama, and the fifth palace is also in charge of sixteen layers of small hells, this butcher will inevitably have to bear the punishment of breaking tendons and bones and cutting off skin and flesh before entering the animal path; ”

Chang Xi asked calmly: "For someone like me who is not willing to re-enter reincarnation with Meng Po Tanghe, how should the king of Yama decide?"

Meng Po, who showed more smiles than in the past thousand years in one day, said with a smile: "Actually, I am quite confident in the taste of this Meng Po soup that I have boiled, anyway, I have also boiled it in the bridge for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years, as the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and the craftsmanship is definitely not bad, you see so many ghosts and don't say that it is not delicious, do you want to take a small sip and taste it?"

"Then they have to remember to drink your Meng Po soup. ”

Chang Xi scolded in his heart, and then righteously rejected the beautiful woman's suggestion that if he didn't get it right, he would lose his life.

Meng Po sighed and said, "Then there is only one last way left." ”

Chang Xi asked a little nervously, "What do you say?"

"Jump off here. ”

Meng Po pointed to the raging Lechuan River under the bridge with a natural face.

The turbulence of the river and the sea in Chang Xi's heart was no less than the Lichuan River under his feet, and when he stepped on the Nai He Bridge, he had just stepped on the Naihe Bridge, and he had crossed the blood-yellow filthy river water, which was densely covered with insects and snakes, mixed with poisonous miasma, and countless drowning water ghosts showing their teeth and claws in the turbulent water. The Lechuan River, which was more turbulent than the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, stretched far beyond his reach, and God knows if he would survive by jumping into the river.

Chang Xi turned his gaze, hoping to see the meaning of joking from Meng Po's face. But it's a pity that Meng Po only has seriousness and seriousness on her face at this time.

Meng Po looked directly at Chang Xi's golden eyes, and said with rare seriousness: "Huangquan has its own rules of Huangquan, and people with immeasurable merits do enjoy a lot of privileges, but Huangquan's iron law must not be crossed, even if you are a rare human hero for thousands of years, there is no way to make an article on the matter of reincarnation." ”

Looking at the clenched fists of the man in front of him spread out on his knees, Meng Po said softly: "I really didn't lie to you, if you don't drink Meng Po soup, it means that you still have an attachment to the world that you can't let go of, then you can only jump into the Lechuan River and go with the flow, and the Lechuan River will decide your fate and life, life and death are up to the sky." ”

Chang Xi glanced at the Yama Hall not far away, and finally nodded silently, "In that case, I know." ”

"Do not be discouraged, O man of immeasurable merit. ”

Meng Po poked Chang Xi's arm with her fingertips, like a weak willow supporting the wind, she said with a few treasures: " The true realm is comparable to the mid-stage cultivation of the half-step Transformation God Realm, the perfection of the Buddhist Gate Donkey Kong Silence Body, the pure king bloodline of the Demon Realm Dragon Clan, the pure formation master realm of the furnace, the small clock in the sea of knowledge has a few wisps of divine thought that can only be cultivated by the power of the God Transformation Realm, and the two artifact-level small things on your dantian lotus platform that have been staring at me, there are so many reliance that I have never taken away or imposed restrictions, can't you be a little more optimistic?"

Chang Xi smiled and said, "I really can't hide anything from your eyes." ”

Meng Po covered her mouth and chuckled, "After all, you were a meritorious hero of the human race with immeasurable merits during your lifetime, and these privileges can be regarded as your life in exchange." ”

Chang Xi got up and sincerely thanked the woman who gave him advice, then turned around and walked to the Nai He Bridge without a trace of hesitation.

"Hey. Like a gentle woman blooming on the other side, she whispered to the back.

Chang Xi, who was holding on to the edge of the cold bridge, looked back, and just turned around, he only felt that there was suddenly a lot of information about the Yellow Spring in the underworld in his mind, but these complicated information like stars were wrapped in a layer of fog, and he wanted to see it but couldn't see it clearly.

Meng Po said: "If you can successfully survive in the water of the Lechuan River, this information will be automatically lifted, so take it as a farewell gift from me to this interesting guy to you." ”

Chang Xi nodded and thanked him, looking at the fiery woman in front of him, looking at her eyes that seemed to be smiling but hidden with faint sadness, his heart trembled inexplicably, and he asked: "You have been guarding the bridge for countless years, who are you waiting for?"

The fiery red woman wiped the green silk hanging from her ears to her chest, and there was reminiscence in her calm eyes, who would know that every bowl of Meng Po soup was dripping with her tears full of longing, and she said with hope: "I'm waiting for my dead husband." ”

A warm smile bloomed on Chang Xi's face, "I can." ”

Meng Po, who had read countless people, was moved by the smile that bloomed in the cold yellow spring, and it seemed that it was really as she said before, and she was hooked by the smile of this handsome young sword immortal. When Xia Fei's cheeks went to take a closer look, she saw that the young sword immortal jumped into the Lechuan River under the jaw-dropping gaze of countless ghosts and ghost masters, and was submerged by the turbulent river, and was nowhere to be found.

The space behind the fiery woman who was still three points better than the other side of the flower was distorted, and out of a burly black-faced man in a dark purple cloud dragon robe, the ghost cha and the ghost messengers who had just gotten up from the ground, saw this black-faced man with an extraordinary bearing, and immediately knelt down again without hesitation.

This person is none other than the Yama Heavenly Son of the Fifth Hall of Huangquan.

Meng Po was already accustomed to this, and still scooped the soup and said, "Lord Yama did not hesitate to put down his affairs and come here in person, what are your orders?"

The Son of Yama, who had a crescent moon engraved on his forehead, bowed his sleeves and said heartily: "Niangniang, don't make fun of this king anymore, this king can't afford it." ”

Meng Po, who was called Niangniang by King Yama, said with a smile: "Then Lord Bao Zhengbao, you have also seen the young man named Chang Xi with your own eyes, can you swallow your heart back to your stomach?"

Before his death, he was the first Qing official in the world, King Yama stroked his beard and sighed: "This young man who was born with the appearance of heaven and man, and the weather transportation committee he bears is really appalling, and I don't know how many years have not ushered in such a person in Huangquan." Even the bold white-clothed sword immortal who came here a few years ago was inferior in luck compared to this one. ”

Meng Po turned her head sideways and glanced at Bao Zheng, and asked: "I heard from a few ghost envoys that the white-clothed sword immortal is now what it used to be, if it weren't for the fact that he tried his best to speak for you in front of several other ghost emperors, you are a rare sincere and kind-hearted official in the Yellow Spring, I am afraid that it will be difficult to even protect the last seat of the Ten Halls of Yama." ”

The open-minded King of Yama smiled and said, "Who says it's not, this Qing official is not easy to do in either the yang or the underworld. No, thanks to your blessing, this king can also get a wisp of that Chang Shaoxia's luck, at least he won't end up with a situation where he can't even keep the position of the fifth hall under his ass. ”

Meng Po lowered her head and scooped the soup, "If they come to trouble you again, I will come forward." ”

King Yama smiled and arched his hand: "Thanks to my mother's love." ”

Meng Po looked at the Lechuan River flowing into the distance under the bridge, her red lips opened slightly, and she said endlessly: "Actually, I feel a stronger imperial spirit from him than my father and husband. ”

In ancient times, there were only three emperors and five emperors who were admired and worshiped by future generations, if it is really as Niangniang said, it is stronger than the imperial spirit of the ancient five emperors, isn't it...?!

King Yama forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and looked into the distance with his mother.

In the Huangquan realm, the wind is about to rise.