The man walked up to Meng Po and said, "I'll take him away." ”

Meng Po looked at the familiar eyebrows of the person in front of her, nodded slightly, and stretched out her hand to signal the person to come with her.

"Are you alright?" asked a faint voice behind him.

Meng Po paused, and continued to lead the way, and the person behind looked at Meng Po's figure walking away, and a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes. Yiyun looked at the handsome man standing in front of him and asked, "Who are you?" The man ignored him and said lightly: "The cause I planted, I suffered the result myself, you are just a mortal who was injured by mistake, I will send you back." As he spoke, he pinched his hands, and a 10,000-character Buddha seal appeared on Yiyun's body. "Wait, what the hell is going on, ...... you?" "Now that you've guessed, I'll tell you all." "Anyway, when you get out of here, you'll forget about it. The latter sentence, the man in white didn't say it, and Yiyun put his butt on the stone on the side of the road, looking like he was listening. The man looked at Meng Po and made sure that there was no trace of anything strange on her face, so he slowly narrated.

He and a woman named Meng Gu were originally disciples of the Buddha, one day, the Buddha looked at her and said, there will be a catastrophe, it is better to follow the fate and there are three lifetimes between them, after three lifetimes and finally each became enlightened, no one thought that the result would be like this.

In the first life, he was a scholar, and she was his wife.

He studied hard and decided to gain fame in the exam, giving her a happy and stable home, but on the way to the exam, she encountered a strong man, she waited for ten years, and worked hard all the way to find her husband, by chance, she found the truth, her husband's bones were buried under the Great Wall, the Great Wall is the accumulation of thousands of white bones, sad and overwhelmed, sighing and crying, the surrounding workers secretly wiped their tears, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the thunder rolled as if in response to the woman, suddenly. There was a huge earthquake, and the Great Wall collapsed for thousands of miles, revealing a little white bone, and the woman cried and buried the white bone, and went away.

In the second life, he was a general, and she was his fiancée.

The war broke out, he swung his sword and fought, and he was heroic, and a silver spear made him superb. She had already fallen in love at first sight, disguised as a man to come to his side, regardless of the danger to wait by his side to give him advice, he found out that she was his fiancée, looking up to the sky and smiling, "The sky treats me well." At the wedding, wolf smoke hurriedly left her, and gave up all kinds of tenderness in his eyes, if the country died, how could he have a home. He buried his bones in the yellow sand, and shrouded his body in horse leather. She smiled and walked away.

III

One thought becomes a demon, and one thought becomes a Buddha.

The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise

On the way to the fate. He is the most wise disciple of Buddhism, she is the new Oiran in the Qinglou, and she met in the most unlikely circumstances, and a glance is a lifetime.

He was moved by compassion. He wanted to take her out of a desperate situation, and he himself fell into a desperate situation, and suddenly realized it at the moment of life and death. This is love, obsessed with three lifetimes, and finally awakening.

"Are you Yue Lao?" the man did not refute out loud, and even made Yi Yun affirm his thoughts, no wonder he had heard that Yue Lao and Meng Po used to be a couple, it seems that this is well-founded.

The third life has passed, they will not see each other again, and Meng Po feels that this result is too cruel, and can't bear the world to start the next life with the memory of the previous life, so he will use his heart and blood to make Meng Po soup, as long as he is not ashes, then Meng Po soup will not dry, and she only hopes that she can see her again, Yue Lao can't bear the world to suffer from lovesickness for an infinite time, and seeks the position of Yue Lao, and takes the red line of the world's lovers, is a lover who eventually becomes a family, and finally they are one above nine heavens, one is under the nine shadows, one person holds the love thread, and one person breaks the front edge。

"You brought him here, I know it's all for me, and the red string on the gourd around his waist is the best evidence. He knew how much she had suffered for herself. And he couldn't sue her, he had always been by her side, and his tens of thousands of years of ferrying career had already roughened his hands. After today, she will forget him, forget the previous qiē, and only he will remember in the future, that soft woman, stubborn and distressing.

Meng Po looked at Yue Lao and said softly: "Take him away, after today, we won't see each other again." He is a heavenly punisher with a mission, and he only hopes that today's qiē will end here. After Meng Po finished speaking, she left without looking back, as if she had unloaded the burden in her heart.

Yue Lao glanced at Qianying in the distance, stretched out his hand and continued to pinch out the 10,000-word decision, and Yiyun fell asleep in the dazzling light.

"Meng Po, why are you so difficult for yourself?" "I have already met him, and I will drink Meng Po soup as agreed." "Do you know what will happen to you if you drink Meng Po soup?" Meng Po shook her head.

"You will become a person who has no memory or thoughts, and you will not be able to reincarnate again. Hades patted the armrest of the seat, exhaled, and said, "Now you know." Tears gradually appeared in Meng Po's eyes, and the tears that had accumulated for thousands of years slowly slid down Meng Po's face: It's as painful as it is now, it's better to make me demented. I, decided. With that, he turned and left.

That night, it was unusually quiet, and no one came to drink Meng Po soup. Meng Po opened the window and greeted the moonlight shining in the store, silver and white mixed with the shadow of the weeping willows by the river, making the atmosphere of the store peaceful and peaceful. Meng Po shampooed her hair by the river in the moonlight, and combed the green silk that had been wrapped for thousands of years one by one in the river water, coiled it to the back of her head, and inserted a hairpin. Change into a clean coat and wear a dark apron around the bust. It's her favorite outfit. As soon as it was done, Meng Po scooped a bowl of Meng Po soup. The soup is pure in color and full of aroma. Meng Po stared at it for a moment, smiled and said to herself: This is the soup that Meng Po has been making for thousands of years. With that, as soon as he tilted his neck, the soup was drunk. It is indeed a good soup, fragrant but not greasy, thick but not thick, refreshing to smell and aftertaste to drink.

From then on, Meng Po forgot everything and no longer knew anything. She just cooks soup by the bridge every day, and stares at the flowing water under the bridge when she rests. Yin Cha whispered about whether Meng Po really drank her own soup, why didn't she seem to be demented? Yes and no, who knows, who can tell the difference.

In this way, time followed the flowing water under the Nai He Bridge quietly and silently, and swam forward with Meng Po's gaze. In a flash, it is thousands of years.

On the other side, Yiyun woke up and saw Ling Jiannan sleeping by the window, the quiet sleeping face was not cold and weekdays, but warm, Yiyun couldn't bear to wake up Ling Jianan, he had a long, long dream, he was very lonely in the dream, and when he woke up, someone was guarding him, Yiyun's heart was warm, and he decided to enjoy this time, so he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep again, when Yiyun closed his eyes, Ling Jianan opened his eyes and closed them again. (To be continued......)