Boss Shen's Funeral Shop

A long queue lined up from the head of Naihe Bridge to the exit of Huangquan Road. Looking across the long queue, you can see a long, long staircase leading straight to a high place. There is a hexagonal pavilion on it. On the hexagonal pavilion are written the words Wangxiangtai.

Shen Jing turned his head to look at the bridge. On the other side of the bridge stood a huge boulder, which looked familiar. There were three winding golden lines on it, and the words "Sanshengshi" were written on it in red and red cinnabar.

On the other side of the bridge is the teahouse, but the bridge is still very eye-catching. It is a white stone arch bridge with small stone lions at intervals. Shen Jing looked from the side of the bridge. The name is called Naihe Bridge.

This is Naihe Bridge!Shen Jing sighed a little, he didn't expect that he would actually see this bridge one day.

Shen Jing glanced down the bridge, and then he was shocked. The river under the bridge was not clear, but muddy and turned red-yellow. Occasionally, a wave splashed, not in the shape of a drop, but a With the screams of the skulls, Shen Jing even heard the hoarse screams from the river.

Shen Jing looked at the river in a daze. He felt inexplicably familiar with the river, but he couldn't remember it. He always felt that something seemed to be forgotten by him.

"That's the Wangchuan River," an old voice sounded behind Shen Jing.

Shen Jing turned his head and looked over, and saw that beside the tea house, there was a stove, and the civet cat on the stove was boiling boiling water, which looked a bit whitish, more like fish soup, on the stove There is also a stack of stoneware bowls, which seem to be used for soup.

And at the back of the stove, there is an old mother-in-law standing at the moment. She is wearing blue cloth clothes, and the few remaining white hairs are tied into a bun behind her head, fixed with a wooden hairpin, holding a Holding a large soup ladle, he was moving non-stop, holding the soup in a rough clay bowl, and handing it to the ghost guard, who would then drink it down for the escort.

And just told Shen Jing that it belonged to Wang Chuanhe, and it was also this mother-in-law.

At this moment, a girl refused the bowl of soup. She cried heartbroken and said, "I can't drink it. If I drink it, I will never remember him again."

The mother-in-law was not in a hurry, and said: "Little girl, if you are sincere, this bowl of soup will not make you forget anything, it is just a bowl of soup."

"I don't believe it, you are Po Meng, your soup will make people forget everything," the girl didn't believe it, she cried to the escort who was struggling to get away from the ghost messenger, but no matter how strong the ghost messenger was, she, a little devil, could break free Yes, so what she did was of no avail at all.

"If you really don't want to forget, old lady, I have an idea. I don't know if the girl wants to listen!" The old lady looked at the girl with a smile, and her expression looked very kind.

The girl's struggle was relaxed, she looked at the old woman expectantly and said, "What is the solution?"

But the old lady pointed to the red and yellow river water under the Nai River Bridge and said: "If you don't drink soup, you can't be reincarnated. Then you can choose to jump down and wait for your lover in the river. If he passes by, take a look down and be willing." With you, you can get what you want."

"However, you can only wait in it for 500 years. If you don't wait for his words in 500 years, you will disappear. The smoke will disappear, and there will be no more you in this world, no people without you, no soul without you, and no one will even remember you. you."

The girl's expression became ugly. She looked at the river, which was horrifying just looking at it, and wanted to back away in fright, but the escort of the ghost guard made it impossible for her to move forward.

"Mother-in-law, I'll drink the soup," the girl insisted on it at first, but now she seems to have no confidence to persist.

The old woman handed the soup to the ghost messenger, and the ghost messenger passed it to the girl. The girl looked at the bowl of soup, and then drank it down in one gulp, feeling a little heroic. After drinking it, He even frowned.

"It's bitter," said the girl.

The old lady still smiled and said: "In your whole life, if you feel that you have lived bitterly, then this soup is also bitter. If you live sweetly, then this soup is also sweet. The old woman boiled it in this pot, isn't it yours?" Forever!"

The girl seemed to have realized something, and after she nodded, she was escorted across the Naihe Bridge by ghost messengers.

The old lady started to distribute the soup she cooked again, and she moved her hands very quickly, looked up sharply and said, "Little brother, why don't you come and help the old lady?"

"Ah? ... Oh, yes, mother-in-law," Shen Jing nodded, and then walked to her side. The old woman also didn't see her, and handed Shen Jing the spoon in her hand.

Shen Jing took the soup ladle, picked up the stoneware bowl in one hand and began to serve the soup. The ghosts saw that it was served by a person they had never seen before, so they were not surprised, they just looked at Shen Jing curiously, and then escorted him away The ghost left.

"The scene where you help the old lady serve the soup here reminds the old lady of the scene many years ago, but I can't remember the old lady clearly now." Two logs were stuffed inside.

"Are you Po Meng?" Shen Jing handed the soup in his hand to the ghost guard, and then asked.

"Most people call me that, and you can call me that too," Meng Po smiled very kindly, looking completely different from the eerie appearance in folk tales.

Shen Jingjing nodded, and then piled the bowl street return handed over by the ghost messenger on the pile of soup bowls he had drunk, with a hesitant expression, but finally asked: "Then do you know Baili?"

"Baili?" Granny Meng seemed a little surprised, and then said: "If his full name is Baili Qingfeng, I would know him, he! He is not obedient." When she said this, Granny Meng seemed a little Interesting, when she said it, her eyes were still on the Sansheng Stone opposite.

"Did something happen to him?" Shen Jing asked, he was surprised to find that no matter how much soup he handed out, the pile of stoneware bowls never went down, and the other pile of soup bowls didn't rise either. Pass.

"He! But there was a huge disturbance at my small stall," Meng Po said as she touched her stove, as if feeling a little nostalgic. He looked at Shen Jing in a blink of an eye, and began to talk about how she met Baili.

She had already forgotten how many years ago she met Baili, but her impression of Baili was so deep that she couldn't erase it, because he survived on this small stage.

When Baili Qingfeng died for the first time, he was still a dead soul after he came down to the underworld. He didn't have any resentment or strength on his body. He seemed to be the most peaceful ghost. His life may be very interesting, but to the underworld, he was just one of the many dead souls. The merits and demerits of his life are all kept equal, so he is the kind of dead soul that can be reincarnated quickly.

At that time, Baili Qingfeng was still a dying old man. His white hair was dull, his white beard hung down to his chest, and he was wearing gorgeous clothes. , or the courtier who retired from his old age and returned to his hometown, he stood quietly in the team without the slightest emotional change.

However, when he actually walked to the teahouse and took the Meng Po soup that Po Meng gave him, he suddenly looked at Po Meng, and then he asked Po Meng, "Have you ever seen a man named Shen Jing?" ? I want to meet him, I want to know, is he still ahead of me and resent me?"

Po Meng still remembers how she answered it back then, she just thought this was another idiot, so she answered him and said: "Idiot, idiot, after drinking this bowl of soup, the past and the past are all empty. He is just a stranger."

But also because of this sentence, this seemingly calm and quiet man seemed to be offended. He overturned the soup bowl in his hand, and then broke away from the escort of the ghost guard. He was like a martial arts master. He dodged all the attacks on him, and he searched like crazy. He couldn't get anywhere else, so he searched among the ghosts in line.

However, when he turned those ghosts over one by one, he couldn't find the person he was looking for, but at this time, he was cornered, the ghost messenger approached him, and the soul chain in his hand could be worn at any time. Through his lute bone, but at this moment, he was sucked in by the Sansheng Stone.

Sansheng stone?Shen Jing looked up at the stone standing on the other side of the bridge, it was that stone that sucked Baili in.

However, when Shen Jing thought that the reason for Baili's doing this was because of another Shen Jing. In his previous life, Shen Jing felt speechless. He just felt that his heart was hurting. Baili who went crazy at that time still felt sorry for himself now, but Shen Jing knew that he was selfish, and he didn't want to feel sorry for Shen Jing in his previous life.

"However, although he was sucked into the Sansheng Stone, he was also blessed by misfortune. He was no longer a mortal body. The Sansheng Stone became his source of life. As long as the Sansheng Stone was not destroyed, he would live forever. However, he also caused confusion in his memory. , When everyone rescued him, although he became an existence coexisting with the Sansheng Stone, he also forgot a lot of memories."

Speaking of which, Po Meng turned to look at Shen Jing and said: "He can no longer remember the appearance of the person he is looking for, he only remembers that person is called Shen Jing, and, after all, he transformed from a mortal, So he can't make good use of the Sansheng Stone, as long as it is someone close to him, he can't find the life of that person with the Sansheng Stone, so he can only look for it one by one."

"What do you mean?" Shen Jingsheng stopped his hand.

"He has looked for many Shen Jings, but he doesn't know that the Shen Jing he is looking for has always been within his reach." Speaking of this, Meng Po sighed, then looked at Shen Jing and asked, "You Do you want to know where Shen Jing is?"

"Where is he...?" Shen Jing thought of the wedding dress in the museum, and then looked at his own wedding dress. That Shen Jing, isn't he!

"Follow me," Meng Po shook her head, then shook her head at the ghost messenger over there, then stood up and led Shen Jing to the bank of Wangchuan River.

Shen Jing took a look into the Wangchuan River, but all he saw was the red, yellow and turbid river water. He saw nothing, and couldn't help but muttered: "There is nothing in here! Mother-in-law, are you..."

"Would you like to taste the taste of my soup?" Po Meng didn't answer Shen Jing's words, but took out a bowl of soup and handed it to Shen Jing.

Shen Jing twitched, and retreated subconsciously, who knew that this time, he actually retreated directly into the Wangchuan River, and he was about to fall into the river.

Granny Meng's face was still grinning, and then she lifted the bowl in her hand and splashed it directly on Shen Jing's face, and a little bit of soup flowed into Shen Jing's mouth, but it exuded a hint of sweetness.

"Plop!" Shen Jing fell into the Wangchuan River, and the red and yellow water of the Wangchuan River directly flooded his eyes, making his eyes full of red.