Hong and the others saw that Xie Bi'an and Fan Wuxu drank the thick soup cleanly, and the two ghosts had no worries in their hearts.

Hong Gang was about to escort the two ghosts through the Nai He Bridge, but he saw a man with a sad expression and stumbled in front of Meng Po.

Meng Po saw that a new ghost had arrived, scooped out a bowl of thick soup and handed it to the man.

The man took the thick soup and looked at it for a long time, looked at Meng Po and said, "Dare to ask this mother-in-law, is this soup Meng Po soup?"

Meng Po smiled and said to the man, "Since you know, let's drink it." Find out about the past here."

The man looked at the Meng Po soup in his hand, and then at Meng Po, with a cloudy look on his face. Suddenly, the man waved his hand away from Meng Po Tang, spread his legs and ran towards the Nai He Bridge.

The man had just stepped on the Nai He Bridge, only to see the Sun Wandering God immediately walk out, pull out the hook knife, and hook the man to the ground with one knife, and the Night Wandering God next to him stabbed the three-sided sharp knife down and pierced the man's mouth and throat, and with a miserable howl, the two Yin Gods put the man up and threw it in front of Meng Po.

Hong and the others didn't expect to see this scene on the Nai He Bridge, and there were ghosts forcibly breaking into the Nai He Bridge, and they couldn't help but be curious.

The man's mouth and throat were pierced, and he lay on the ground screaming. But he looked at Meng Po and still revealed a firmness in his eyes, and shouted vaguely to Meng Po, "No, I can't drink Meng Po soup, I want to reincarnate and find her quickly." ”

Meng Po shook her head gently, sighed and sent Meng Po soup to the man and said, "Even if there is a hundred-year agreement, but there is only the love of this life, drink the soup, let the thoughts in your heart start from Si, and the love will end here." ”

The man knocked over the Meng Po soup in Meng Po's hand with one hand, and shouted frantically: "We looked back and saw it thousands of times, and only then did we get a moment together. I can't drink this Meng Po soup, I don't want to forget her. As long as I can keep her life in my mind, I am willing not to be reincarnated. ”

Hong and the others didn't expect to see such an infatuated man today, and they all felt faint pity in their hearts. Hong turned his head to look at Meng Po, I don't know what means Meng Po will have, and what will happen to this man?

Meng Po was not angry, a smile slowly leaked from her face, she looked at the man and said, "You were beaten by the day and night wandering gods and were injured, how can you find the person in your heart?" Since you don't want to drink Meng Po soup, then go to my Meng Po Village to rest for a while."

The man on the ground listened to Meng Po's words, his face showed joy, and he struggled to get up from the ground and slowly walked into Meng Po's village.

Hong watched the man walk into Meng Pozhuang, and with infinite curiosity in his heart, he hurriedly looked at the old man and the bull head beside him.

Meng Po saw that the old man and the bull were respectful to Hong, so she opened her mouth and said to Hong, "If you are curious, you can follow into the village and have a look." ”

Hong listened to Meng Po's words and was grateful, bowed his hand, turned around and led the others into Meng Po Village.

As soon as Hong stepped into Meng Pozhuang, the scenery in front of him changed again. Inside the Zhuangzi, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the scenery of a fairyland on earth is a scene.

The three curvaceous girls slowly came over towards Hong and the others, folded their hands in front of their abdomen, and bowed their knees slightly to say a blessing to everyone.

The woman at the head stood up and said to Hong and the others, "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Meng Jiang, and next to me are my two younger sisters, called Meng Yong and Meng Ge respectively. Immortals, please come with me. ”

Seeing that the three women were easy-going, Hong hurriedly asked the doubts about Meng Po Tang in his heart, "Dare to ask the three fairies, what is the purpose of Meng Po Tang, and why is this Meng Po Village established here?"

Meng Jiang looked at Hong and replied with a chuckle, "Shangxian, if the Meng Po soup made by my mother is drunk by the ghost, it will let go of all the grievances and hatreds in the previous life, and when you reach the ghost world, you will not be nostalgic for the prosperity of the world, and you will not be able to part with the love of the world." From now on, in the ghost world, you can wait for the ghost life to end and be reincarnated. ”

Meng Yong, who was next to him, saw that his sister had already replied and was not afraid of everyone, so he added with a smile: "Not only that, as long as you drink Meng Po soup, when you are reincarnated, you will also forget all about your previous life and life in the ghost world." ”

Meng Ge's expression was gloomy on the side, and he sighed and said slowly: "No matter how much love you have in your life, it is also the moon in the water. Drink the bowl of Meng Po soup, love and hatred turn into nothing. How many people are reluctant to drink Meng Po soup for the love of their hearts, but in the end, it is just a void. The three of us sisters have seen too many obsessions here, and although we can't bear it in our hearts, we can only watch it disappear. ”

Meng Jiang saw that Meng Ge was lamenting again, and his face was also dark, and he said, "Heaven is like this, why should my sister be concerned." Ladies and gentlemen, since you are curious about Meng Pozhuang, follow me and wait to see. ”

Meng Jiang took Hong and the others to appear next to a young scribe in the wing, the scribe looked up at Meng Jiang, and his face suddenly showed joy, but he couldn't see the others next to Meng Jiang.

Meng Yong turned to Hong and the others and explained, "When he saw my sister, he entered my sister's illusion, and he couldn't see us." ”

The young scribe looked at Meng Jiang in a daze, tears flowed from his face for a while, and he stepped forward and hugged Meng Jiang and cried, "Lady, I finally see you again." ”

Meng Jiang gently patted the young scribe's back and said, "It's good to come back, I'll wait for you so hard." ”

The young scribe said to Meng Jiang with tears in his eyes: "Lady, you know, after I died, I walked all the way to the Nai He Bridge. However, Meng Po on the side of the bridge asked me to drink Meng Po soup, and he said that if I drank Meng Po soup, I would be able to make a break with this life. You can quickly reincarnate and start a new life. ”

Meng Jiang pretended to be surprised and said to the young scribe, "Xianggong, in that case, how did you come back?"

The young scribe took Meng Jiang's hand, looked at Meng Jiang lovingly, and said, "You and I are destined for this life, and we will meet for a hundred years." How can I leave you alone, and no matter how hard it may be, I will come back to you and stay with you. ”

The young scribe paused, and then said, "Meng Po was touched by me, and felt that I was pitiful, so I let me rest in Meng Po Village, where I fell asleep in a daze, and when I woke up, I returned to you. I believe that love can move heaven and earth, and sure enough, God let me see you again. ”

Meng Jiang took the young scribe's hand and looked at the young scribe blankly, his eyes were filled with a layer of mist for a moment, "Xianggong, it's hard for you." You've worked hard these days, sit down, I'll pour you a cup of hot water. ”

After Meng Jiang finished speaking, he turned around and took out a bowl of Meng Po soup and gently handed it to the young scribe.

The young scribe did not doubt him, and took the Meng Po soup handed over by Meng Jiang and drank it all.

The young scribe drank the Meng Po soup in Meng Jiang's hand, his eyes began to slowly dissipate, the whole person's mind began to blur, he got up and stood up in a daze, took the empty bowl in his hand, and slowly walked to the stove on the side of the courtyard, lifted the lid of the pot, scooped out a bowl of thick soup, slowly walked to the courtyard and sat down, and waited for a while, the young scribe drank the bowl of thick soup in his hand again.

When this bowl of Meng Po soup was served, the eyes of the young scribe slowly began to regain clarity. The look on his face was joyful for a while, sad for a while. After a long while, the young scribe turned to look at Meng Jiang, bowed down and sighed, "The past is like a cloud after all, today should indeed be a hundred, thank you"

After the young scribe finished speaking, he turned around and ran out of Meng Pozhuang towards the Nai He Bridge.

Only then did Hong understand Meng Pozhuang's heels and the pain in Meng Ge's heart. Even if there are thousands of tastes in my heart, I can only turn into a long sigh at this moment.