I have a date with the beast

In early March, the weather finally showed signs of warming up, but it was still cold.

Jiang Ze went to the top of the building to smoke a cigarette, held it against the wall for a few puffs, and exhaled the smoke from his lips with a sigh.

Snow was falling outside, and a thin layer had accumulated on the ground. The small area where Jiang Ze was standing was not covered by the wind and snow because of the eaves.

"Smoking is not good." Flicking the ash with his fingertips, a low and hoarse voice came from beside him.

Jiang Ze pouted, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.He exhaled and said, seemingly unintentionally, "Today is the Lantern Festival."

"En." Xiao Feng responded, seeing the pained expression that appeared at the end of Jiang Ze's eyes, he pulled his arm distressedly so that he was facing him, and said in a deep voice: "I can let you see him , want to see?"

Jiang Ze didn't dare to look directly into Xiaofeng's eyes. He lowered his head, staring at the cumbersome and exquisite ancient patterns on his skirt that was almost integrated with the snow, for a long while, he nodded his head lightly.

When he came back to his senses, Jiang Ze found himself on a road full of gorgeous flowers, and the surrounding air was undulating like red water.He stared blankly at everything in front of him, and felt a dull pain in his chest, as if his heart had been clenched tightly and then repeatedly licked, and he was almost out of breath.

"Take my hand."

Hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Ze breathed a sigh of relief. He groped for Xiaofeng's hand and held it tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

A series of translucent souls drifted past him expressionlessly, and the gusts of wind caused the red flowers blooming on both sides of the road to sway, emitting an ancient and distant strange sound.

According to legend, after crossing the gate of hell, you will walk on a road called Huangquan. Along the way, there are all over the mountains and plains. The flowers and leaves of this flower will never meet each other, and they will miss each other forever.

"Is this Huangquan Road?" Jiang Ze asked hesitantly.The road under his feet was ups and downs, changing constantly, and it was a bit difficult for him to walk, but fortunately, Xiao Feng was holding his hand and giving him reliable support.

"Yeah." The mocking wind responded.He walked steadily as if he was walking on the ground, and the other shore flowers blooming where the boots fell automatically made way for him.

Jiang Ze suddenly became nervous. He squinted his eyes and felt that the road was somewhat familiar. When he thought about it, his mind was filled with endless chaos.

Seems like...he's been this way, and more than once.

I don't know how long he walked, Jiang Ze only knew that the erratic road almost wiped out all his physical strength, until finally he saw a bottomless river.There is a three-story bridge across the river. The upper layer is red, for good people, the middle layer is black and yellow, for living beings, and the lower layer is black, for evil spirits. The bridge connects the two banks of the river.

At this end of the bridge stands a huge bluestone, with four scarlet and bloody characters engraved on the stone body - "Go to the other shore early".There was an earthen platform at the other end of the bridge, and there was a simple pavilion beside the earthen platform. Jiang Ze saw a plain-clothed woman with high hair waiting there.

He knows that this river is called the Wangchuan River, where the souls of the dead cross over to rebirth, the bridge is the Naihe Bridge, which leads to reincarnation in this life, the blue stone is the Sansheng Stone, which records the past life and the present life, and the earthen platform is called Wangxiang Terrace, looking at the world and thinking of home.That pavilion is called Meng Po Pavilion, and that woman is Meng Po, and the inexhaustible water in front of her is Meng Po soup that makes people forget all the ties in this life.

When the young man wandering back and forth on the upper level of the Naihe Bridge came into view, Jiang Ze immediately shook off Xiaofeng's hand and ran towards him recklessly.Although the young man was the same as the deceased old man when he was young, he still recognized it at a glance.

When Jiang Ze was about to step on the Naihe Bridge, Xiaofeng hugged his waist and locked him firmly in his arms.

"You can't go up." His tone was very serious, obviously it was related to Jiang Ze's life.

Jiang Ze clenched his fists. He watched the young man hesitate on the bridge and refused to step on the Wangxiang Terrace. A tear finally slipped from the corner of his eye, and he murmured in pain: "Why? Why? Why didn't you cross him?"

Xiaofeng was silent, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth to say: "He is worried, not because he doesn't want to cross, but because he doesn't want to."

The plain-clothed woman who had been waiting by the pavilion strolled across the Naihe Bridge, and every time she took a step, a dazzling halo appeared on the bridge.She stood three meters away from the mocking wind and bowed slightly.

When Jiang Ze saw the stunning woman in front of him, he seemed to have found a savior. He tried to break free from Xiao Feng's embrace, but was held even tighter by him.

"Can you save him?" Jiang Ze asked tremblingly, "You are Po Meng, you have a plan."

Po Meng looked at Jiang Ze, then at the mocking wind, with complex emotions in her eyes, like distressed, sympathetic, and puzzled, but she quickly calmed down—it was the indifference and indifference of the god of the nether world who saw through the past and parted from life and death. ruthless.

She spoke with an ethereal voice: "If you want to cross the Naihe bridge, you have to drink Mengpo soup. If you don't drink Mengpo soup, you will not be able to cross the Naihe bridge. If you cannot cross the Naihe bridge, you will not be able to reincarnate."

"He's worried too much," Po Meng frowned, her every move was coquettish, "He has been wandering around for many days, today is the deadline, if he doesn't cross the bridge, he can only wander in the world, company with lonely souls and wild ghosts , will never be reincarnated."

Jiang Ze was shaken all over, almost unable to stand still, he could only rely on the support of Xiao Feng to keep from falling to his knees.

"Is it okay to force him to drink Mengpo soup?" Jiang Ze had a little fantasy in his heart.

"Only those who are willing to drink the Mengpo soup that forgets their past lives can enter the six realms of reincarnation."

Jiang Ze closed his eyes and asked over and over in a daze, "Why?"

Granny Meng laughed, it was hard to find someone comparable to her in all over the world, she asked back, her voice suddenly became sharp: "Why?"

Then he continued sarcastically, "Of course it's for a woman."

She has seen too many people with deep obsessions, and she would rather endure a thousand years of suffering in the icy water of Wangchuan than step across this bridge of Naihe.Not for fame, not for profit, all because of love.

If the obsession of wandering in the Wangchuan River for a thousand years still does not dissipate, you can reincarnate at a predetermined time to find your loved one.But if during these thousand years, the mind has changed and the body suffers unbearably, then he will fall into the abyss of rivers and rivers, and he will never be reborn forever.

Po Meng also saw a lot of people who jumped into the Wangchuan River desperately for the so-called love, but there are very few people who can really endure the pain of thousands of years.Especially when they see their beloved walk across the Naihe Bridge over and over again, drinking Mengpo soup without any hesitation to settle their affairs, even though they loved so passionately at the beginning, they are finally disheartened.

This is a human being, unable to let go, unable to see through, reluctant to part with.

She looked at mocking wind's indifferent face, and wondered whether all this was fate or evil fate?She lowered her head and smiled wryly.

She doesn't understand love, so she can cross people, but she can't break through love after all.

Jiang Ze was stunned for a moment, in a daze, he seemed to understand where the sadness and resentment in the old man came from when he was staring at the wheat field.

Is trapped by love.

The wandering young man stroked his head, took a last look at the Huangquan Road he had walked behind, and then jumped into the Wangchuan River.

"Dad—" Jiang Ze opened his eyes wide and stretched out his arms.

Xiaofeng glanced at Po Meng who was smiling at the corner of her mouth, and with a flick of her sleeves led Jiang Ze to disappear by the bridge of Naihe.

Meng Po let her soul pass by her, and after a while she turned around and walked slowly towards Meng Po Pavilion, sighing softly:

"Since ancient times, deep affection has never lived, it is true."

The resolute figure of the young man who just jumped into the Wangchuan River kept appearing in front of Jiang Ze's eyes, and his heart throbbed.That person is an affectionate person, then...

"He loves you." A mocking voice suddenly came from his ear.

Jiang Ze was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at him, eyes full of surprise and disbelief.

Xiaofeng caressed Jiang Ze's face, rubbed his fingers against his smooth skin, and whispered: "Your appearance is very similar to your mother's."

Before Jiang Ze could ask, Xiao Feng continued, "She passed away on the day you were born."

"...W-what?" Jiang Ze couldn't believe his ears, "She... didn't she run away from home?"

"No." He shook his head.

Jiang Ze slowly digested the information he heard, and suddenly felt like laughing.

He has been kept in the dark for a long time, whether it is his father or the two elder brothers, they are all clear about this matter, but they never mention it, they will only keep alienating him and neglecting him.When he was young, he thought that he was not doing well enough, that he was not obedient enough, so he could only hide in a corner and tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, so that they would have even a little bit of liking for him.

But it's useless after all, isn't it?

Jiang Ze lowered his head, his eyes overflowing with sadness.No, the old man never loved him, because he was the murderer of the one he loved.But he lives in this world with a face somewhat similar to the one he loves, for him every minute and every second is torture.

But in fact Jiang Ze was wrong, completely wrong.People like Feng Shui masters, ghost masters and Taoist priests can only calculate the fate of others but cannot calculate their own.Metaphysical people know the destiny, long before his wife gives birth, the old man has calculated the fate of her and the unborn child in her womb.That child was hit with a dragon, and the woman's fate was fragile, so she couldn't withstand this kind of coercion, so naturally she couldn't survive, even if he was proficient in wind and water, he couldn't do anything about it.This is fate, God's will cannot be violated.

And that child is Jiang Ze.

If a Feng Shui master has real skills, he will commit five disadvantages, widows, widows, lonely and handicapped, and there are many taboos. A little carelessness will damage Yin Gong.It’s okay to look at the yang house, as long as the yin house is not against the sky, it’s not a big problem, but it’s not good if it’s doing shady things.The yin and yang turns to life and death, relying on one's own blessings, if the blessings are not enough, the younger generations will come to ask for them.

The old man has been a Feng Shui master all his life, and he is respected and loved by others. At the same time, he has to bear the retribution against fate.He didn't want Jiang Ze to be exposed to this, and he was even more afraid that Jiang Ze would be rewarded with good fortune. He only wanted to ensure that Jiang Ze could live his life in peace, and his children and grandchildren would be full of blessings and prosperity.

This is the only thing he can bring to Jiang Ze.

It's just that Jiang Ze didn't know, and it's impossible to know from now on.

Xiaofeng raised Jiang Ze's face so that he could look at him.The latter did not dodge at all, he silently looked at the pair of eyes that were deep enough to suck him in, as if seeing the stars and the sea in them.After a long time, Jiang Ze put his arms around Xiaofeng's neck, lowered his head, and kissed him.

Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, but then reacted, he closed his eyes, and kissed back passionately.

After the night of New Year's Eve, they never did this. Jiang Ze was anesthetized with alcohol that night, and his mind was dizzy and delirious, but at this moment his mind was extremely clear.

He knew what was going to happen next, but he had no intention of resisting it.

Xiaofeng's fingers are not as cold as he makes people feel, but unexpectedly warm.When his hand reached in from the hem of his clothes and touched his skin, Jiang Ze trembled all over, and a layer of goose bumps arose on his smooth and delicate skin.

Xiaofeng's movements were extremely gentle, and he did a lot of foreplay. When he was entered, Jiang Ze didn't feel much discomfort, only the temperature of the chests that were pressed against each other rose out of control.

Sweat slid from the forehead to the chin, flowed down the curvaceous neck, and dripped between the crystal-clear luster of the chest covered with tiny sweat beads.

Jiang Ze stared at Xiao Feng's face in confusion, the intense pleasure brought by the other party flooded him, he was almost out of breath, moaned passively in his throat, his vision gradually blurred, only those deep eyes Eyes became clearer.

Xiaofeng's long black hair hung down on his face, Jiang Ze was unable to push it away, letting his face get itchy unbearably, he murmured over and over again: "Jiaofeng...Jiaofeng..."

Before his consciousness disappeared, he heard that deep and distant voice: "There is no love in this world, and all causes and effects are predestined."

"Why do you suffer?"