Quick time travel moon old marriage system

"Meng Po, are you serious?" Fu Li thought for a while, but did not think of the reason why Shalao lied to him.

Fu Li remembered that today when he asked Sha Lao about Qinghuai, Sha Lao remained silent.It does seem that there is something odd about it.

Meng Po snorted coldly, her voice hoarse: "Tianzun, my old lady's words never lie, if you don't believe it, forget it, why ask again."

People on the Naihe Bridge who wanted to drink soup stood in the middle of the bridge and looked towards the bridge head.Because of Fu Li's majesty, they were intimidated and did not dare to take a step forward.

"Tianzun, I still have guests to cross. If you have nothing else to do, please move away quickly."

"Of course I have other things to do."

After saying that, Fu Li turned around and stopped time with a wave of his sleeve.The souls behind them all became motionless, standing like sculptures.

"In this way, Meng Po, you will have time to answer this seat's questions."

Meng Po straightened up, angry in her heart, but she couldn't do anything about it: "Tianzun, please speak."

Fu Li nodded, doubts flashed across his dark eyes: "Is the soup you cook useful for gods?"

Granny Meng lowered her eyes, her voice was ethereal: "Of course it is useful, otherwise how could I give this soup to Shalao."

"I ignored it." Fu Li shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "I have another question. Under what circumstances can your soup not make people forget all memories?"

"Tianzun doesn't know something. The soup I cook has five flavors: sweet, bitter, pungent, sour, and sweet, and they also symbolize all the feelings a person has experienced in his life. When guests drink this soup, these five flavors It will flow over the tip of the tongue one by one, and the five flavors will be mixed when you drink it at the end, and then... all memories will return to dust."

"Oh?"

Meng Po continued: "If one of the five flavors is missing, then all memories cannot be erased."

"So that's how it is." Fu Li kept Granny Meng's words in his heart, and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you this time. Let me go."

After finishing speaking, Fu Li raised his hand and resumed the time that had just stopped.

At this time, the ferryman's boat was still moored on the bank of the River of Forgetfulness.Fu Li jumped up and ordered: "Start the boat."

"Yes." The ferryman replied, and the pole in his hand moved again.

"Wait a minute!" Granny Meng started to catch up to the Naihe Bridge.Her eyes hesitated, and she grabbed the skirt with both hands, as if she had something to say.

Fu Li turned sideways: "Grandma Meng, please tell me."

Granny Meng's voice was intermittent: "It's him...how is he doing?"

"Sha Qiushi" is Sha Lao's real name, which has been called by many people.

Fu Li understood, and asked: "You want to ask, does he still remember you?"

Po Meng shook her head, but nodded again, a lot of tears had accumulated in her eyes.

"Of course I remember you. Because he didn't drink the soup you cooked at all."

Fuli sighed.Since Po Meng still miss Shalao so much, why bother to give him a bowl of soup in the first place?

Out of the status of friends, Fu Li asked: "Although one of you is in the underworld and the other is in Yuxiantai, it is not impossible to meet. If you really miss him so much, why don't you go see him?"

But Po Meng smiled sadly, shook her head and said, "If you hated someone you loved, you wouldn't go to see him."

"..." Fu Li didn't know what to say.Suddenly he thought of Qing Huai again.

Did Qing Huai hate him when he drove him away?Does Qing Huai want to see him now?To be honest, Fu Li was really not sure about the answer to this question.

After leaving the Naihe Bridge, the boat rowed to the Santu River.

Fu Li was about to go ashore, but was stopped by the ferryman.His knees slammed to the ground, and a pair of withered bones and palms held Fuli's noble clothes.

"Tianzun, little old man wants to ask you one thing."

Fuli smiled.Although Yuanshi Tianzun is a god, he is not controlled by the heavenly court, so he is not a public official.Only by relying on his own great ability can he be unimpeded in the underworld.

However, the ferrymen are regular staff of the underworld, working for the underworld.Now that he has something to ask of himself, then things are a bit more interesting...

Fu Li raised his chin: "Tell me, when did you ask for me?"

"Hey." Obviously it's just a skeleton, but the ferryman's hands and feet began to be pretentious, "You also know that the little old man has been trapped in this Wangchuan River for too long. Hades has worked."

The ferryman was just a mortal at the beginning, but because he committed countless sins in the world, he was punished by Hades to stay on the Wangchuan River, and he would never be reborn forever.

Fu Li smiled playfully: "What capital do you have for me to help you escape from the underworld?"

"Capital?" The ferryman tilted his head and made a clicking sound, as if his head was about to roll off.Although there is no flesh on his face, some disbelief can still be seen from his dry eyeballs: "Did you forget what the little old man did for you? I was able to get rid of this Wangchuan River... but the little old man waited for more than 1000 years before seeing you again."

Fu Liqi said: "Have we met before?"

The ferryman's throat made an indistinct sound, and he became emotional: "When you asked for the fruit of the Bana flower, I took the risk to pick it for you. The price was to let the juice of the fruit burn my skin! You have to forget the fruit in the river. Lonely ghost, I also let the crow catch you. Have you forgotten all of this?!"

The other shore flower is Manjusawa.The reason why the ferrymen were burned off by the juice was because the scorching juice inside had to be harvested immediately and caught with green feathers in time, otherwise the flower pickers would be splashed and burned by the juice.

Fu Li said again: "Let's not talk about whether we've seen it before, let me tell you why I asked you for those things."

The ferryman lowered one hand and tapped the other on his head. It took him a while to remember: "Oh, I remember now. You didn't say what you were going to do with these two things at the time, but according to my guess , you must use them to make Mengpo soup."

Fu Li suppressed the surprise in his heart, and asked: "Meng Po soup, isn't it only Meng Po who can make it?"

The ferryman shook his head: "No. Tianzun doesn't know, as long as the ingredients are complete, Mengpo soup can be made."

Fu Li nodded, motioning for the other party to continue talking.

The ferryman explained: "At the first lunar month of every month, Po Meng would come to the Santu River to collect the fruits of the Bianhua. If someone else came to move the fruit, the roots of the Bianhua would wrap around the person's feet and drag him into the soil. After picking the fruit, Po Meng will order ghosts to go down the Wangchuan River to catch some lonely ghosts who have lost consciousness, and then throw them into the pot, supplemented with the juice of the other side of the flower and fruit, to make soup. "

"So that's how it is..." Fu Li nodded, and asked him again: "You said before that I came to the underworld more than 1000 years ago?"

"I have been in this dark underworld for a long time, and the time has long been blurred. I can only estimate the year and month based on the time when Po Meng came to pick flowers."

"So that's how it is..." Fu Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and had already made a rough guess.He said to the ferryman: "It's a pity that I am not the one who came to you for business thousands of years ago. But you will inform the King of Hades about your wish. If he doesn't blame you for giving the ingredients for making Meng Po soup to outsiders , maybe he will really let you go."

"What?" The ferryman was shocked: "But that person looks exactly like you!"

Fu Li was too lazy to explain.

"You can row the boat here first. Maybe one day when I am in a good mood, I will let you go for a stroll in the world." After finishing speaking, Fuli disappeared like a gust of wind, leaving only the ferryman behind. On the boat, he shouted in despair: "Tianzun! Tianzun!"

Shortly thereafter, the ferryman was thrown into hell by the King of Hades for dereliction of duty.

......

If Fu Li guessed correctly, the person who pretended to be him to get the Bianhuaguo is Huntian.

Hu Wusheng said last time that in the Tang Dynasty, a mysterious man handed him a jug of wine, saying that it could make the gods drunk.Presumably, that mysterious person is Hun Tian.And the jug of wine in his hand must be the "Mengpo Soup" cooked in the sky.

It was the evening soup that Hun Tian had made Qing Huai lose a large chunk of his memory.

It's true that that idiot of Huntian, in order to drive a wedge between him and Qing Huai, chose to make them forget their feelings for each other!When he finishes dealing with the matter with Qing Huai, he must teach Huntian a lesson!

Fu Li couldn't help thinking, if he told himself the reason of Qing Huai's amnesia now, would he be willing to see him?Thinking of this, Fu Li couldn't help but feel his heart throbbing.

He finally had a valid reason to go to see Qing Huai.

Just go.

What should I do if I go back to Yunxiantai to confront Shalao face to face?

Fu Li hesitated for a moment, but still made the decision to see Qing Huai first.

Tianting·Yuelao Temple

Qing Huai sat on the stone bench in the courtyard bored, flipping through the marriage book.And Qingsong was standing behind him, helping him beat his back.

Qing Huai couldn't help it anymore: "Hey, hey, pinecone, please be gentle. My whole body is shaking from your hammer."

Qingsong rolled his eyes: "Didn't I want to please you? I have to learn to flatter you!"

Qing Huai was surprised: "Why did you suddenly think of trying to curry favor with me?"

Qing Song snorted angrily: "You only pet Hu Wusheng all day long, I can't see it!"

Qing Huai said helplessly: "Take it easy. I just took him out to meet other gods. As for you being so jealous."

"Hmph, anyway, I can't stand him walking with his neck held high in front of me all day long."

Qing Huai smiled and said: "Now he is no longer a child, so you are naturally shorter than him. So, it's a matter of perspective, Wu Sheng can't be blamed at all."

"Master, the apprentice is back." At this time, Hu Wusheng's voice came from outside the wall.

Qing Huai stood up immediately, and hurriedly asked: "Have you heard about that Heiguozi?"