Six reincarnations, reincarnation of cause and effect.

But by the bridge, drink a bowl and forget.

In front of the Sansheng stone, engrave a word of affection.

On Huangquan Road, wait for a look back.

The golden cicada stood at the head of the bridge, looking back at the Yellow Spring, Meng Po said don't look back, what she saw when she looked back was pain, tearing her soul and drilling her heart.

The golden cicada smiled, thanked Meng Po, and insisted on turning back, what was more painful than the pain, what were you afraid of? In the secluded yellow spring, the rotten white bones were lying in the Manzhu Shahua and chirping sadly, and the numb soul walked on the bridge and howled sadly.

Zigui cries blood, his soul enters the netherworld, and he weeps one after another, it is better to go back, it is better to go back.

However, on the bridge, the weak soul couldn't help but tempt to look back, the pain was so painful that it spasmed, wanted to go back, wanted to return, and finally sank into the Lechuan River, in the dirty waves, bitten by the copper snake and iron dog, and could not be freed from the torture.

If you can't forget it, it will sink forever, is it a curse?

The golden cicada looked farther away, but he didn't see the white clothes and didn't hear the sound.

The white-haired Meng Po bent her waist and held a bowl of soul-forgetting soup, and the old voice chattered: "Drink, drink, drink Meng Po soup, but the old dream, cut off the cause and effect, this life is over, this life is over." Forget the ups and downs of a life, love and hate in a lifetime, and never know strangers in the next life; after a thousand years, if your mind is not extinguished, you can still remember the events of your previous life, you can re-enter the world, and find the person you loved most in your previous life. ”

A bowl of Meng Po soup, a thousand years of forgetful water.

Jin Cicada took Meng Po soup, in the black decoction, reflecting the shiny bald head, still eyebrows and eyes, still confident and firm, in this life, still not lost in reincarnation, still the same as before.

In this life, he is still a monk, Yuan Yang has not been vented, the Yang God is reincarnated, and the body is eaten.

Come to think of it, the Buddhas and gods are reminiscing about the taste of my physical body, how many people have I allowed me to live forever in this life?

Jin Chanzi shook his head, didn't think about it, and said, "Granny Meng, it's me, Jin Chanzi." ”

Meng Po raised her head, her cloudy eyes had a trace of clarity, dazzling, and only a moment later she returned to dirt, and said, "This life is much later than the previous ninth life. ”

Jin Chanzi said: "In this life, Venerable Jiaye came to look for me, and after looking for a long time, I have been reluctant for a few days. Shaking the soup in the bowl, black as ink, "This life, the last life." ”

Meng Po handed bowls of soup to the souls of the dead who crossed the Nai He Bridge, and said, "It's been almost five hundred years, you haven't done anything, you will be reincarnated in one life, and you will be eaten in one life." Walking on the Nai He Bridge with a smile and indifferently walking into reincarnation, it always makes me feel that the arrogance of fighting with the Buddha for 500 years is not what you said. ”

Jin Chanzi said: "A maze that is clear at a glance will always make people lose interest in exploring, right?"

Meng Po paused, did not answer, and continued to scoop up bowls of black decoction and handed it to the soul who crossed the bridge.

Jin Cicada didn't speak, looked at the soup in the bowl, listened to the wailing soul, sighed, and said, "Where did the white bones go?"

Meng Po said: "I thought you wouldn't ask. ”

Jin Chanzi said: "It's wrong to ask, it's wrong not to ask, it's better to do what you want." ”

Meng Po said: "White bones are your absolute weakness. ”

Jin Chanzi understood what Meng Po meant, and lowered his head: "Who wants to be bad for Bai Gu?"

Meng Po said: "I have come to the Dizang King City a few times, and I want to let the white bones enter the city, but the old woman refused, and the people that the old woman likes are not something that anyone can take away." ”

Jin Chanzi said, "Thank you." ”

Meng Po said angrily: "There's nothing to thank, I'll help you take care of the white bones, you pass on my art of rejuvenating your face, it's just a transaction, what kind of favors to talk about." ”

Jin Chanzi smiled, but in his heart he recorded Meng Po's kindness, and said, "You haven't told me yet, where are the white bones?"

Meng Po said: "Ask this sentence, your shortcomings are too obvious. The calm and calm of the past no longer exists. ”

When Jin Chanzi heard this, he smiled and said, "The lesson is that the little monk will teach." When Meng Po split herself, she didn't want to tell where Bai Gu was, thinking that there was an arrangement, and she had the intention to let herself wait, and she asked that sentence, firstly, she did not trust Meng Po, and secondly, she exposed her shortcomings.

At this time, a beautiful young woman, walking to the bridgehead, dressed in a wedding dress as new, burned red a ghost fog, she stood at the bridgehead, the tears were not dry, a voice is better to go back, stirring up the heart of confusion.

The ninth reincarnation of the golden cicada, nine to the bridge, I have seen too many brides in red like fire, the wedding night, the soul into the nine shadows, it is a pity.

Meng Po mechanically handed over the soup and chanted: "Drink it, after drinking, walk through Lethe, forget the past, and burn the future." ”

The young woman took the Meng Po soup, her red sleeves were half covered, she raised the Meng Po soup to drink, her eyes were full of sadness, and a man rushed from a distance and grabbed her hand tightly: "Don't drink it, I don't want you to forget me." The king is regarded as a rock, the concubine is regarded as a reed, the reed is like silk, the rock has not been transferred, and the words are still in your ears, how can you bear to forget yourself?"

The young woman looked at him coldly, her eyes full of disappointment: "I also said that I met under the Yellow Spring, don't go against what I said, I took off my skirt and silk shoes, and went to Qingchi, but you are greedy for life and afraid of death, and you refuse to die, my corpse is not cold, you marry another bride, what is the situation?"

When Jin Chanzi heard this, he roughly guessed the identities of the two, but they didn't match the time.

The man grabbed the young woman hard, her whole body trembled, and she could hardly speak: "The high hall in the family is already gray-haired, the elder brother died early, the younger sister is unmarried, and I am the only man in the family, how can I be an unfaithful and unfilial person." For the love of your life, pay for it with your life. ”

"Since you can't do it, why do you want to promise me for a lifetime?" The expression on her face was sad and sad, "I just die alone, even if I have hatred, but a bowl of soup at the head of the bridge will forget you cleanly, why do you forge a song "Peacock Flying Southeast", what do you say about hanging the southeast branch, what do you say about burying Huashan together, causing my soul to be resentful, and my lonely soul has wandered for more than 400 years." "The more she talked, the more angry she became, and the tears did not stop" There are two flying birds, named themselves Mandarin Ducks. The things of the mandarin ducks, before giving birth, are inseparable, after giving birth, they parting ways, if they have no children, abandon them, why are you so"

Only then did Jin Chanzi determine that the young woman was Liu Lanzhi and the man was Jiao Zhongqing. , he read "Peacock Flying Southeast", and at first he was grateful for the bravery and resoluteness of the two, but now it seems that it is just a scam.

Jiao Zhongqing grabbed Liu Lanzhi and said: "Lanzhi, my mother was afraid that I would be spurned by the world, so she made this decision, went incognito, and lived a lifetime in a nest. ”

When Liu Lanzhi heard this, she was even more disappointed, and said coldly: "The person I love is so cowardly that he is willing to abandon his name, which really hurts my heart." ”

Liu Lanzhi finally drank Meng Po soup, finally walked on the Nai He Bridge, and finally walked across the Lechuan River.

Jiao Zhongqing hurriedly caught up, and the moment he stepped on the Nai He Bridge, his mind was confused and he sank into the Lechuan River.

When I first read the peacock flying southeast, I felt that Jiao Zhongqing would not hang the southeast branch, and raised his hand with the same idea~

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