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Ayin stood up and looked around, only to see that the bank of Huangquan was foggy, and a gust of moist wind blew over, easily dimming the sun.

A strange bell sounded from a distance, intermittently, as if the girl who had hung the medicine pot for a long time was moaning in a low voice. A Yin turned her head and saw that it was ghost officials leading a group of wandering souls, coming from the Naihe Bridge in a daze Pass.

The Wandering Soul had a wooden face, and the eyeballs and the two glass balls embedded in them were polished by sandpaper, making them ignorant and cloudy.

Ayin shivered.

As if waking up from a dream, it was the first time to realize the difference between Taishan Mansion and the world.

Among the crowd was a woman in her thirties, with a gray blue jacket and short, half-white hair, who moved slower than others.As soon as he stepped onto the bridge, he was stopped by the ghost official, and asked a few words. After a while, a little girl of [-] or [-] came and pulled her back.

Ayin was fascinated by this situation, and asked Tu Laojiao: "What is this?"

The youngest Tu didn't understand, but still passed the words in the same voice as before, and said: "Her soul is missing about a penny, and she can't cross the bridge of Naihe. She can only be reincarnated after she gets it repaired."

"A penny?" Ayin turned her head, the fog was getting thicker, as if it had been stolen from the sea, Ayin wiped her palms with a silk cloth, and walked over through the fog, only to see a girl sitting on the shore.

It's a girl, but it doesn't look like it.She was wearing azure clothes, layers of skirts hanging down into the water, the surface of the water was like churned wine, and her dress was the jade dew pouring from the spout of a pot.Ayin looked at the material of her clothes, like gauze is not gauze, cloth is not cloth, it just hugs her body softly.Ayin used the adjective surrounded because she is very good-looking, with a tear mole in the corner of her eye, shedding her sorrow downwards.

Covered in the mist, even the melancholy is blurred like a light pen.

The girl tilted her head slightly and looked at her. The waves in the water moved, revealing a half-length fish tail. The white scales glowed with blue light, like fine blue and white porcelain.

The tail of the fish swept out of the water and sank again, causing her waist to move slowly, leisurely and stretched.

"It's you?" The fishtail girl took a careful look at A Yin, remembering something.

A Yin didn't hear clearly, so she followed her doubts just now and asked her: "What does it mean that you are short of a penny?"

The girl smiled lightly, and said: "The three souls and seven souls of a person weigh four cents and two cents in total. Just now, for some reason, that woman lost the soul of Shuangling, and the three souls of love, evil, and desire, so About a penny short."

Ayin blinked, which was strange: "So, this Naihe bridge is actually a steelyard?"

The girl lowered her face, looking at the misty water surface: "Isn't it just a steelyard to weigh the past and measure love and hatred?"

Her melancholy came up again, as misty as the fog covering her whole body, A Yin couldn't help walking forward, sat down beside her, and asked her: "Who are you?"

There are such people in Taishan Mansion, but Ah Luo has never heard of it.

The skirt hugged the fishtail and shook three times before the girl said, "My name is Ajiang."

A-Jiang, A-Jiang, A-Yin's brows were lightly piled up, but the youngest Tu behind her pulled her sleeve away and said in a low voice, "Grandma Meng."

Meng Po?Ayin's eyes widened, and she met the eyes of Tu Laoyao in disbelief.

Tu Laoyao's eyes are too small, and through the fog, his eyes can't easily match. Ayin gave up after a while, pinched Tu Laoyao's thigh, and denied: "Fart. Ah Luo told me , Po Meng is an old woman, when I was crying by the Naihe Bridge, I was still that woman..."

"That old woman..." She bit the back of her hand, hesitantly took Ajaan into her peripheral vision.

Ajaan smiled calmly in the corner of his eye: "It's me."

Ah Yin was confused, but she heard A-Jiang say: "Just now you said, Ah Luo. You and her..."

She stopped her mouth meaningfully, and laughed again as A Yin slightly bit the corner of her mouth.

Fuck, Ah Yin cursed inwardly.

Ah Luo only said that he doesn't distinguish between beauty and ugliness. Judging by this posture, it may be a problem even if the cognition is not old.

Ajiang Hui shook her head and said, "Meng Po is indeed a woman, I am Meng Po, but Meng Po is not me."

"Grandma Meng is a ghost official of the Department of Life and Death who cleans up the past by the Yellow Springs. She is just a errand. She is looking for a living soul with karma and obsession. She turns into a mother-in-law on duty every day and delivers soup to the soul."

"Since that's the case, why are you called Po Meng, and why do you want to look like a Pozi?"

"Because the first Mrs. Meng was a woman, surnamed Meng. Or maybe, the woman's soup is easier to drink, and the words are easier to hear." Ajaan said.

A Yin nodded, almost understood, and asked again: "Then what's the reason for your fish tail? Are you not human?"

Ajaan shook his head: "I was originally."

"It's just that as a Meng Po, it is different from ordinary souls, because they have to stay in the underworld for a long time; they are also different from ordinary ghosts, because they will be reincarnated after all. Master Ling Heng gave this fish tail to rest in the water at night. , take the human form during the day, and when the soup is gone, come out from the underworld, go to the fish tail and return to the human body, and then enter the cycle of reincarnation."

It was rather interesting, A Yin poked her head to look at her tail again, and asked her: "Then how long have you been doing this job?"

A-Jian raised his head and thought for a while: "It's been many years since Qin Dynasty to the present."

A Yin clutched her chest and was shocked for a while. For more than two thousand years, she only said "better"?

With her palms on the ground, she looked at Ajiang as if she was looking at a dumpling dug out from the ground.

But the youngest Tu couldn't help but interjected: "Then why did you come here? Who called you here? Why don't you run away?"

A-Jiang moved his eyes over, glanced lightly at Tu Lao Yao, nodded with a smile as a greeting, and then turned to look at the sky in the distance.The sky darkened, as if it would never end, and the fog gradually dissipated. It turned out that there were no stars in Taishan Mansion, but the bright galaxy merged into the Yellow Spring, swaying on the radiant water.

Darkness can always breed secrets, and it is also the easiest to reveal secrets, because in the endless darkness, secrets are light, which must be planted in people's hearts and contained in lonely words.

Ajaan said, "You should have heard my story."

"It's a coincidence that my surname is also Meng, my first name is Zhongzi, and my lowercase name is Ajiang."

Meng Jiangnu?A Yin raised his hand to his chin.

The youngest Tu was not sure, and asked in a low voice, "Is it the one who doesn't cry at the Great Wall?"

A-Jiang smiled lightly, the corners of his eyes were still down, sad but innocent.

"My husband and I were newlyweds, and he was arrested to do hard labor and went to the extreme north to build the Great Wall. I waited for a year, and the king had no time to return, so I went north to look for him alone. When I arrived at the foot of the Great Wall, I learned that he He died, and his bones filled the Great Wall. I cried day and night, refusing to leave, and wept down the Great Wall, exposing his bones. I mourned deeply, and soon jumped into the river to die.”

Meng Jiangnv cried and listened to the story of the Great Wall while peeing, but it was the first time Meng Jiangnv said it from Meng Jiangnv's mouth. Tu Lao Yao was so emotional that she couldn't recover for a while.

"I went to the underworld to look for him, but the ghost officials refused to tell me his whereabouts. They only told me to reincarnate myself. I have made an oath with my lord, but how can I live up to the fact that I waited for a hundred years on the bridge? I was crying again under the bridge. , will never enter reincarnation."

Seeing that Ayin's expression was different, she smiled and said: "It's also for this reason, I only said a few more words when I saw you later."

A Yin rubbed the silk and didn't want to mention it any more, she just asked her: "What happened next?"

"Later, Lord Ling Heng came."

"Your Excellency told me that if I don't want to, I won't be reincarnated, and let me wait under the Naihe Bridge. It happened that Po Meng had no job at that time, so I scooped up the soup for her."

"This is a full 50 years."

"I finally waited for him that day, but he was not the boy in my dream. He was a new soul, with white hair and a hunched back, and beside him was a wrinkled old woman."

The two came hand in hand, a pair of old people who were seventy years old faced the old lady who scooped up the soup, and met the tearful young soul under the body of Granny Meng.

"That's not right!" Tu Lao Yao yelled, "He died early, how could he look old?"

Ayin clapped his hands, pig brain.

Ajaan smiled and lowered his head: "I found out later that he didn't die in the hard labor, but escaped from the labor and married another bride. The bride's family is quite dignified, and her life is very peaceful. He was afraid that I would find him, so he joined his fellow countrymen. deceived me."

Where are his bones under the Great Wall?

Ayin sighed, grabbed the silk and stroked his chest.

"At this point, I gave up my heart, and said to Lord Lingheng that I would like to be Po Meng, to lead people's souls away, and help people forget their past."

The voice fell, as if the tide was ebbing, Ajaan looked at the vast darkness, and the tail of the fish evoked bits and pieces of light.

When Ayin returned to Futi Hall, it was already three poles above the moon. Wuqian led her to the sleeping hall at the back. He said it was a sleeping hall, but it was just a courtyard. The four-legged walnut dining table, fresh fruits are placed on the coffee table, and only a western-style shade lamp is pulled, which makes the black and white picture come alive somewhere.

Ah Luo is still working and has not come back, but Ah Yin accidentally sees Li Shishi in the living room.

She changed her long skirt and wore a blouse and light-colored trousers that matched the room very well. She sat sideways on the arm of the sofa and flipped through a book.

The long hair seemed to block her view, she reached out and pulled it behind her ear, then put down the book, and greeted A Yin with a profile: "I'm back."

"Wait for me?" Ayin was a little surprised.

Li Shishi closed the book, put it on his lap, and shook his head: "Wait for nineteen."

Song Nineteen just said that Ah Yin hadn't returned for a long time, and he went out to look for her, so he probably missed her.

Ayin nodded, slumped and sat down on the single sofa on the left, propping his forehead and talking lazily.

Li Shiyi glanced at her tired appearance, remembered the loud mahjong sound during the day, and asked her, "Isn't it a cover-up? Why are you throwing a big banquet?"

The words were light and calm, and there was no tone of reproach. Ayin looked at her with wide eyes from bottom to top, a little guilty: "Forgot."

"It's so easy for me to come for a day. If I stay for a long time, my body will die, and then I will be in big trouble. I just think that the time is tight, so I will do everything I have to do." Ayin talked about a love, but it was very good I am a lot more frank, and now I can reflect on my mistakes in detail, and I can explain them to others sincerely.

Li Shiyi shook his head with a smile, picked up the book and wanted to leave.

Just when she stood up, she heard the sofa rustle behind her, and the heels of her high-heeled shoes slammed twice. Ayin called her: "Aheng."

It was Ling Heng, not the usual Eleven. Li Shiyi frowned and turned to look at her.

But I saw Ah Yin looking at the shadow on the ground thoughtfully, slowly put her hands behind her back, pulled the silk behind her back, and said: "I talked with Po Meng today, and suddenly remembered that you are alive." For thousands of years."

Her eyelashes seemed to be coated with a layer of frost in the shadows, suppressing her cleverness, making her look extremely docile.

"As for me, I've only known you for ten or so years." She snapped her fingers in her heart, no matter how many times she added, she couldn't count the two hands, "I've done the math, and ten years is compared to thousands of years. The part of the fingernail is still small, and it couldn't be put on the table, but—"

But you indulge me, rely on me.

"But, I only know one Ah Yin." Li Shishi said.

Ayin couldn't say the rest, she suddenly felt that she was a very powerful girl, she had Yan Wang as her friend, Fu Jun as her friend, and Nineteen Tu's youngest and Wu Qian.She originally wanted to tell Li Shishi that although the past ten years were like fingernails to her, they were very, very long to herself, taking up half of her life, so she was justified and arrogant. , just passed the word "thank you" in his mouth again and again, but he couldn't say it.

This is her shortcoming again.

She didn't look up, only to hear Li Shiyi smiled again, and said, "If you really want to thank me, from now on, don't promise others to make any substitutes."

A Yin raised his head, Li Shiyi sighed, said something to go to bed early, and went back to the room holding his neck.

The western clock struck twelve, and Ah Yin had a beautiful and distorted dream in Ah Luo's house. In the Taishan mansion where various dynasties overlapped, she wore beautiful clothes all over the place as if she was singing an opera, and rewarded Shangyuan Deng, listened to Hu Xuanqu, tasted the soft and fragrant soup cakes, and once again chased the wine glass in the bamboo forest. The bamboo leaves fell on her neck, itching and crispy, which made her wake up in a daze .

Ah Luo sat in front of her, with bamboo leaves on her neck and wine in his eyes.

A Yin looked at her under the shadow of the lamp, but she had nothing in her mind, she only wanted her.

So she wrapped her arms around Ah Luo's neck, and handed over her half-rouged lips. She felt that she was just a walking corpse, and only when Ah Luo's breath hit her nose did she have vitality, but that shallow vitality was stuck to her. The lips that came up sucked it away, causing her to die again.

Master Yan Luo, it is so in charge of life and death.

In the living room there was a sound of panting, Ah Luo pushed A Yin down on the sofa, unbuttoned the buttons one by one with his hands, his left hand went down from the neckline, and his right hand went up from his thigh, like slowly unpacking a piece of clothing that has been put away many times. Even the teasing of the fingertips trapped between the buckles is in order.

However, Ayin reached out and pressed her chest, and asked her in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to talk much now, why did you talk to me for so long during the day?"

Ah Luo's breathing was up and down, and his voice couldn't contain the overflowing lust: "If I don't gossip with you, I'm afraid I won't be able to do a good job."

But even Yishen's gossip, uttered from A Yin's mouth, still makes her mind flutter, and she can't write a pen.

A Yin turned over and sat up, her neckline was half opened, revealing her white protrusions and deep grooves, and her cheongsam was also half opened, revealing her delicate thighs. She straddled A Luo, her eyes moist, as if The leaves that have been hit by the rain all night, rolling with crystal dew, want people to see whether the depths of the branches and leaves are wet or not.

wet.

Ah Luo couldn't help it, and tilted his head to kiss her, but Ah Yin withdrew his troops and asked her softly, "Do you want to be here?"

This is the living room. Although it is dead of night, I am afraid that people will see it.

"Not afraid." Ah Luo stroked her chin.

She stretched out her hand to spread the enchantment, although it was colorless and invisible, the outside could not hear the inside, nor could it see in.

"Is the enchantment reliable?" Ayin asked again.

"Reliable." Ah Luo stroked her hair.

A Yin smiled and said: "That's all right."

She regained her spirits in an instant, the shyness and fear just now seemed to be a disguise, one hand pressed Ah Luo on the sofa, and the other hand penetrated through the clothes, covering the softness that Xiao had thought about for a long time, and whispered the comfort just now in her ear Whispered to her: "Don't be afraid."

The braid hangs on the armrest of the sofa, swaying left and right with rapid breathing, the moonlight that sneaks in sees the naked body on the sofa, her undulating curves are perfectly outlined, tempting people to explore it and control it.

The halo of the enchantment fluctuated with the master's consciousness, swallowing up the moans of ecstasy, without revealing any secrets.

Dripping Xiang Khan was the last performer to come on stage. After finishing singing a lively song, Ah Yin's clothes were half-faded, and she nestled in Ah Luo's arms, chatting with her nonchalantly.

Her voice was weak, with the aftertaste of ebb and flow: "When I reincarnate, can I not drink Mengpo soup?"

She thought of Po Meng in the daytime again.

Ah Luo panted slightly, and said after a while: "No."

"Why?" Ah Yin was not very satisfied, "I want to remember you, in the next life, in the next life, in the next life."

A Luoshang was sorting out his thoughts, but suddenly he heard a familiar voice, and said seriously: "If you always carry the memory, don't you feel very scary when you are pregnant or born?"

A Yin turned pale, grabbed a handful of clothes to cover A Luo, then raised her body to cover her chest, looked at the corner, and her voice trembled: "Ten... Nineteen?"

"Why are you here!" Her voice had never been so sharp, and with her messy bun and paste of rouge, she seemed to have been severely bullied.

Song Nineteen came out of the shadows with a glass of water in her hand, her face was expressionless, her ears were so red that they were bleeding, she looked at the melons and fruits on the coffee table: "I'm always here."

She put down the water and lowered her voice a little: "Pour water and drink, the barrier has enclosed me."

She is also innocent.

Ayin was angry: "Why don't you turn on the light when you pour water?"

Song Nineteen blinked: "Zhulong's eyes are better at night."

She originally meant that there was no need to turn on the light, but that was not the case in Ayin's ears.

A Yin was silent, still unwilling: "Then why don't you make a sound?"

"It made a noise," Song Nineteen felt aggrieved, "I think it was too loud, so I didn't hear it."

I don't know whether Ah Luo was tired all day and only Ah Yin was left in his mind, or his kung fu improved again, and he hid his breath so well that he secretly thought something was wrong when he was trapped.

It's not that he didn't think about breaking through the barrier and going out, he was afraid that the two of them were having a good time, which would cast a shadow, so they turned their faces away in silence, and drank another glass of water while saying "Don't look at evil".

Halfway through, seeing that the state of the enchantment was unstable, I reached out to help mend it a few times.

Song Nineteen looked at A Yin who was in a daze, and opened his mouth, wanting to comfort her very much, like saying something like "The little beasts on Zhongshan mate, no matter where they are, it's not a big deal" and so on. But it's different after all, she thought about it, decided not to say much, just put the water that was just boiled on the dining table, said goodbye and went back to the house.

Lord Yan Luo remained silent all this time, and he didn't know if he was going to kill the dragon in the future.

The next day when Li Shiyi just got up, A Yin dragged her out of the door. The package was neatly packed, and when she glanced behind her, seeing that it was empty, Fang felt relieved and told Li Shishi that he wanted to go back to Shanghai.

He also said that Nineteen went to bed late last night, so he stopped disturbing her.

It's only been a day, and Li Shiyi thought that she would spend two or three days reluctantly.

It's just that Ah Yin kept his promise, so Li Shishi naturally had no objection, and immediately asked Tu Laojiao to send her out. Ah Yin was surprised: "Don't you need to use God's orders?"

Li Shishi said indifferently: "Bring a little ghost in and out, if you still need to cover it with a god's tea order, this government lord has done nothing."

A Yin opened his eyes: "Then yesterday—" Bai Tongtu's youngest squeezed?

"Your proposal." Li Shishi said.

Ayin cursed the same swear words as yesterday, and felt that the previous touch was unnecessary.

The weather is not very good today, but fortunately the wind is blowing, and there will be no fog on the water when we pass the Yellow Spring. Ah Yin is thinking about Po Meng’s story yesterday, and wants to go to see her beautiful fish tail before leaving, and walk through a Sure enough, he saw Ajaan sitting on the bank, his tail in the water, his back to them and piled sand.

A Yin didn't want to disturb her, so she walked over lightly, but A-Jiang unexpectedly didn't notice, as if he was obsessed with the matter at hand.

A Yin took a closer look, she built a small Great Wall of sand, and poked a small corner with her finger.

She looked at the collapsed sand, then looked up at the water, and suddenly whispered to herself: "If that day, the skeleton that cried out is really you, it will be fine."

Ah Yin's eyelashes trembled, remembering the sentence she asked Ah Luo this morning when she was talking to her: "When will Granny Meng die and reincarnate?"

Ah Luo said: "Wait for the day they forget it by themselves."

A Yin remembered the "Jingjiang Baojuan" that he had read before, which said: There is a Mengpo Village in the Yin Division, and a stunning woman sells tea soup.

It turns out that those who can heal do not heal themselves, and those who make soup should not forget.

(End of the second episode)

The author says:

1. There seems to be a saying that the weight of the soul is 21 grams? 2. There are many theories about who Meng Po is, one of which is Meng Jiangnu. 3. Regarding the name of Meng Jiangnu, some people raised doubts in the comments. Here I want to say that Meng Jiangnu is just a legendary figure. At the beginning, she had no name, and she was called Qiliang Wife. After later processing, she gradually got a name. So there is no standard answer for her name.According to the classics I checked, the name of Meng Jiangnu appeared for the first time in the Tang Dynasty. "The Story of Yuyu·Induction" mentioned the name of Qi Liang's wife. The article said that she was the daughter of Meng Chao, and she was called "Meng Zhongzi". Only then did the term Meng Jiangnv come into being.Therefore, I chose the name "Meng Zhongzi" in this article to match Po Meng's surname, and I made up a small character called "Ajiang" according to the legend.Because it sounds good~