Crossing

Today's sky in the underworld is also the same as usual, with a large area of ​​dim yellow dyed with dazzling red.

Leaning on the Sansheng Stone, Meng Po's eyes were glued to the cauldron in front of her, but her thoughts flew away.The slow, swift, and turbulent Santushui gathered under the Naihe Bridge to form a wave of peace, and after crossing the old bridge that was about to be broken, it was divided into three separate rivers that roared away.

Perhaps the world has been peaceful these past few days, but today I have been free for half an hour. At this moment, the gate of the underworld is so deserted that people have nothing to do.A little more firewood was added, and there was a faint crackling sound in the red firelight, and the pot of soup boiled in a short time.

Granny Meng recovered from her daze in time, seeing that there was still no one on Huangquan Road, she simply let the pot of soup continue to boil. "After all, no one will drink this bowl of soup. Instead of spilling it, it's better to let it steam and accompany me." While thinking this way, Meng Po leaned her body leaning on the Sansheng Stone towards the side of the pot.

The hot air from the pot swarmed over his face, and his whole face instantly became warm. It is suspected that the water vapor also warmed the corners of his mouth. At this moment, a piece of softness spread from the face that was stiff because of the daze just now. Come.She couldn't see her expression, she didn't know that she was as beautiful as the white magnolia reflected in the sunset glow.I don't know who's newly married girl, her face is as white as suet, she has the charm of a young woman, and also has a bit of liveliness when she was not out of the court.

"The world says that Po Meng on the Naihe Bridge is already white-haired and chicken-skinned, with a pair of lifeless eyes, and the person who asked her to look at her was so frightened that she didn't even have the strength to hold a bowl, but since I sank these three paints Only then did I realize that people in the world are lying to me." A hoarse male voice came from under the bridge.It is said that you can guess the appearance of someone you have never met with the sound of your voice. Even if you can't describe the eyes and nose of the other person in detail, you can still estimate a vague outline.But the strange thing is that the hoarse voice came to my ears, but it seemed like smoke rose in my mind, full of indescribable chaos.

Granny Meng's expression was as usual, and she was not surprised by the sudden voice, "You must have had a mouth that was smeared with honey when you were alive. Maybe some girl escaped your palm." Even though she was saying this, Granny Meng obviously enjoyed the compliments for nothing, the corners of her mouth curved upwards, and her eyes were smudged. Fen couldn't help laughing.

"I think no one will cross the bridge today. You have been soaking in the icy three-tu water all day without breathing, so I will give you this pot of hot soup." Granny Meng walked to the bridge railing with the pot and said in a loud voice. "Just keep your mouth shut, don't drink half a drop of soup, just warm your body."After saying that, she aimed at a stone under the bridge and poured the soup down.

"How is it, is it still warm?" Granny Meng lay on the bridge railing, looking down.

I saw a blurred hand appearing on the side of the black stone. For some reason, this weird hand was as thin as a piece of paper. This hand shook a few times to greet Po Meng, and at the same time The voice appeared again, "How can the soup made by the little lady be not warm, I thank the little lady for taking care of it."

This was a lonely soul who refused to enter reincarnation, but was washed here by Santushui. Santushui calmed down under the Naihe Bridge, so he took the opportunity to climb the stones under the bridge. No one knew that he was soaked in Santushui. How long did it last, and no one knew how long he could survive the three-coat wash.

"Do you still remember the sunshine in the world?" Po Meng leaned on the bridge railing, thinking that the left and right are free and free, so it's good to find someone who can talk, "There is no sun in this underworld, and I don't know where the light comes from. It's strange, I've forgotten how many years I've been dead, but when the steaming steam evaporated just now, I felt like I was basking in the sun."

"To tell you the truth, my little lady, the water of the Santu River washes away my soul day and night, and I remember less and less things. I can't even remember when I completely forgot everything about the world," said the lonely soul.

"Then why don't you enter reincarnation? I have guarded the Naihe Bridge for 60 or [-] years. I have seen too many infatuated ghosts, but you are the only one who is so obsessed. But you are just rootless at this time." Duckweed, since you have forgotten why you are obsessed, why don't you enter the reincarnation of the next life as soon as possible before your soul flies away." Meng Po asked softly as she looked at the increasingly rich red in the sky.

"Didn't my little lady die for many years without entering reincarnation? I know that you and I don't want to drink this bowl of soup, but the difference is that I haven't been able to escape from the established fate. No matter how I struggle, there will always be three rivers One day will wash me away. But fate only cares for you. Not only did you avoid the end of the ghost, but also let you retain the memory of the world, and you just endured decades of loneliness. Let me say this It's really not a price. Don't feel offended, little lady, but I'm really curious about how you escaped the pain of reincarnation." The voice of the lonely soul brought a little urgency.

"My mother told me that smooth-tongued men are volatile by nature, and none of their honeyed words are true. But I think you are different from those romantic ghosts. How can a romantic ghost be as persistent as you." Granny Meng's face With a bit of sternness, "This is not a secret, but it has been five or sixty years in a blink of an eye, and I can hardly remember it myself. The book in the world only says that there is a Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge in the underworld who cooks the soul soup , but I came here to understand that there is not only one "Meng Po" from beginning to end. I died at the age of eighteen. That day I came here crying along Huangquan Road. Don't get too entangled with the old things in your life, go to reincarnation quickly." Granny Meng's eyes became clouded with memories.

"'If you don't drink this soup, you can't enter the underworld. If you become a lonely ghost, you will be soaked in the river and your bones will be peeled off'. As a woman, I have never seen such a scene. Even my death is unexpected. Timely. When my mother-in-law said this, my legs trembled in fright, but I still had a lot of things I couldn't let go of. I didn't know what to do, so I cried anxiously. I fell on the ground and cried, saying that I couldn't drink this soup, I want to wait for my husband to come to me. My mother-in-law asked me again, "do you know when he will come to look for you?" After living for a while, in a hurry, I can only say 'I can wait anytime'."

Recalling the embarrassment and despair that day, the expression on Granny Meng's face became more serious, "Maybe I was lucky that day. Granny sighed and said that she was too tired to see the unchanging scenery of the underworld for more than 100 years. Tired, she said she wanted to reincarnate and go back to see the sunshine in the next life. So from that day on, I became Meng Po who cooks the soul-destroying soup on Huangquan Road."

"Then you have waited for your husband?"

"Not yet, but I think it's almost time for him to come looking for me."

"Four or fifty years in the world may not be the same, but the husband of the little lady may not be what he used to be. How do you recognize him?"

"It's funny what you said. Since I want to wait for him, how can I not recognize the husband I miss day and night."

The big bell on the city tower of the underworld rang, heralding that the underworld would fall into a dark night later.Po Meng left the bridge railing on which she was leaning, and stretched while looking at the fiery red sky.

"I'm going home now. When the water ghosts are crying at night, you must hold on to this rock. As you said, the decades in this hell have been too lonely. Today, I feel that I have nothing to do with you." Okay, I still have unfinished stories to tell you, see you tomorrow." After speaking, Granny Meng stabilized the soup pot and walked towards the city gate.

After the bell rang, the sky in the underworld quickly became extremely dark. The darker the sky, the colder the water.The lonely soul clung tightly to the rock in front of him that allowed him to survive, as Po Meng said.

"Why do I refuse to enter reincarnation?" He couldn't help thinking, "Of course it's not for money, and it's not because of caprice, and it's even more impossible because of fear." The sky soon became dark, and he heard There were faint cries around.He vaguely remembered that when he first sank into the river, he would tremble and howl with all the ghosts every night. At that time, he still remembered what happened before he was alive, probably because his fate was too miserable, so he endured it every time he thought of it. I couldn't help crying bitterly.Later, perhaps because he accepted this irreversible fate, or finally realized that crying was useless, he gradually stopped crying, and later he no longer even trembled. As sharp and biting as he had been the first day.

"So I'm probably waiting for someone." The lonely soul suddenly thought of such a possibility that made people suddenly enlightened, "Otherwise, what else is worth the price of my soul flying away." Once, I felt that the Santu River tonight was not as icy cold as usual.

He struggled to move his left hand, which was almost out of shape, while his right hand still didn't dare to relax for a moment, holding the stone tightly.As for his legs, he no longer feels them. As early as 20 years ago, even 30 years ago, he had never felt his own legs.They probably melted into the river water long ago, or became one with the stones under them. "Now I also have someone to wait for." He was immersed in this long-lost happiness, and the cries of all the ghosts around him became more and more mournful, but he wanted to laugh out loud.

Fatigue also swept over after many years, and he adjusted his hands embracing the stone in order to sleep for a while in a more comfortable position.He hasn't slept much over the decades, so he cherishes those moments that make him feel like he's a real person.Today, he especially feels that he is no different from a living person, as if he has achieved some great success, and the lonely soul surrounded by extreme satisfaction urgently needs sleep to celebrate.

When he was half asleep and half awake, he suddenly thought, "If one day I wait for her, how will I recognize her?" In this way, he became uneasy because of the blank memory, and in a moment, Granny Meng's words were like the bells on the city wall in his mind. "That's right, how can I not recognize the fate I've been thinking about day and night."

In the alternation of peace and anxiety, in the body's instinct to cling to rocks that has been cultivated for decades, the lonely soul finally fell into sleep.

For Po Meng, every day in the underworld is like a repetition of the previous day. Except for the different souls crossing the bridge every day, the rest are almost the same.Although the physical body is dead, since he has received this job, he will be like the sun rising and setting and resting like the sun.To say that the biggest difference after death is that the passage of time has become meaningless. When I was a little girl, I was so afraid of aging, and when I was with my husband, I felt that life was so short. Who would have expected that I would Not even eighteen.Those promised promises of white hair staying together and life after life are all nonsense now.

"What do you mean that fate favors you? Why did Santuhe suffer all these years? He still doesn't understand that fate never favors anyone." Without the burden of the physical body, the soul seldom feels tired, so naturally it doesn't Fall asleep easily.But it's good to be able to spend some time in a daze at night, but it's a pity that life is too short to remember.Thinking about it carefully, Po Meng felt that her unmarried life was even more boring than it is now. Since she was sensible, she just learned some etiquette and female workers. When she was lucky, she could go out with her mother to offer incense on New Year's Day, but most of the time she couldn't go.

So the memories of the four years of marriage have become more and more precious, so precious that they don't want to share them with others, and only secretly take them out in this lonely night to chew alone.Although these short four years were too insignificant compared with the long time after death, Po Meng didn't mind. She was intoxicated in the taste of every detail, and the pain was so sweet that the memories were not worn away by time. On the contrary, it became more luxuriant.

Accompanied by the bright sky, Meng Po tidied up her appearance and walked out of the city with the ochre-red pot in hand.Although the days are a bit boring, it is a kind of enjoyment in the boring days to give a bowl of soup to the souls who are about to die, and then listen to their stories.It's like listening to a book of words that you haven't heard before, and after you die, there is never a shortage of joys and sorrows in the world.

Very few people with perfect merits and virtues can drink the soup cleanly and enter the reincarnation of the next life, and there are very few persistent ghosts who must sink into the river. After crying bitterly several times, I still have to drink this soul-breaking soup.In the first few years, Granny Meng tried her best to persuade and comfort them, but later she simply watched from the sidelines without saying a word, and if she was in a good mood one day, she would chime in with a few words, and when she was in a bad mood, she hurriedly urged them to drink soup and go to reincarnation.

Anyway, those types of souls who are too entangled are just those types of souls. They are not really unable to let go of all kinds of human beings. They just cannot accept the fact of death and the feeling of being reluctant to live. It's just greed.

But among all kinds of ghosts, Po Meng is particularly partial to ghosts who died in vain.Death due to unexpected accidents is enough to make people feel embarrassed, but without any psychological preparation, they fell from a beautiful life to this cold hell in an instant. Just thinking about it like this makes me feel too pitiful.That's why Po Meng would let such souls look at their hometown for a while longer. Since they can't be brought back to life, letting them see their hometown for a while longer is the greatest kindness she can do.

The skylight in the underworld is also different from that in the human world. After all, there is no sun underground, so the skylight has no temperature, even though it looks extremely bright.In the life of the underworld, which is becoming more and more similar day by day, Po Meng sometimes feels in a trance that these scenes are all fake, the warm sky is fake, the lonely time is fake, and even she is dead .I just fell into a dream that was not easy to wake up. When I opened my eyes, she was still lying beside her husband. They still had a lifetime to hold hands and look at the flowers and the flowing water.But she knew all too well what was fake.

Today's flowers on the other side are also blooming brightly and movingly. Taking advantage of the time in the morning when she is still crossing the bridge, Meng Po walks to the flowers on the other side of the river, and carefully selects the flowers that will be boiled for a while: the flowers are too small, and the color is not red enough. No, the aroma is not strong enough.Walking ten or so steps among the flowers, you will find one or two souls entangled by flowers. The more beautiful the thing is, the more deadly it is. This is a good word to describe the Bianhua flowers.Bewitched by the fragrance of flowers, these souls with low concentration step into this poisonous beauty step by step, and become the fertilizer for the growth of flowers, and within a few days they will end up being annihilated.But this is always better than being immersed in the river, I'm afraid these souls sucked by the flowers are enjoying themselves in the Golden Valley and the Tender Country at this time.

With a cold snort, Granny Meng collected the collected flowers and walked back to the pot, "It's only one pot with three times of water in the river," Granny Meng squatted by the river and scooped up half of the pot with a big soup spoon. Water, put the picked petals into the pot after setting up the pot and lighting it up, the preparations are all done, just waiting for the soul who comes to drink soup.

Meng Po suddenly remembered the lonely soul from yesterday, and wondered if he was still there after that night, so she walked quickly to the bridge railing where she stood yesterday, and called down, "The soul from yesterday, are you still there?"

After a while, the hoarse voice came, "Thank you for remembering, little lady, everything is safe and sound, I slept for a while last night, and today I feel that the Lingtai is much clearer."

"That would be great. If you persist for a while, we can be together for a few more days. During the day, the souls of the past will talk about things in the world, which is very interesting. If you are still energetic, come with me Listen."

The lonely soul was overwhelmed by flattery, and was in a hurry to respond when Po Meng tilted her head and saw two figures approaching on the opposite river bank, she hurriedly told under the bridge, "Here comes, a soul is coming, don't wait for me." If you want to talk, most people who have just died are timid, so don’t scare them, I’ll go to the bridge and wait, you just need to listen quietly.” After saying that, he hurried back with his skirt in hand.

Standing at the end of the bridge, Meng Po saw two figures coming up from the other end of the bridge. They couldn't see clearly from a distance. She only knew that they looked like a man and a woman, so she guessed It could be a couple who died together.All of a sudden, a feeling of desolation came to her heart, and Po Meng sighed, feeling sympathy for this pair of fateful mandarin ducks.

It didn't take long for them to come to Po Meng.I saw that although the woman could not be regarded as a beauty, she looked very comfortable because of her facial features complementing each other, but her face was a little pale, and she was a little weak when she walked. day.Thanks to the delicate woman beside her, the man who came with her appeared taller. He had a relatively square face, and a pair of round and long eyes with thick and black eyebrows made him look abnormal.

Neither of them has a beautiful face, but they are just two very ordinary faces among thousands of people, but because neither of them has ever suppressed the other in terms of appearance, when they stand together, they seem to have just evaporated. The cooked sweet potato is like the soft white sugar in the porcelain bowl. Even though it is easy to eat, there is still a good taste that can't be stopped.

"You two have come from a long way, it's still early today, why don't you rest here." Looking at the broken soul soup in the pot, it will take a while, Meng Po said.

"Then I will forgive you for a while," the woman said, then turned around and sat down on the open space next to her.

"My lady, you are too polite. I really don't dare to be your lord. I'm just Meng Po who cooks soup on the Naihe Bridge. You probably know that all souls who want to enter the underworld need to drink a bowl of soul-breaking soup."

"Since you are an official in the local government, you should call out, sir." The woman glanced at the man beside her, "Don't worry, sir, we are not such unreasonable people, we will definitely drink soup when we are asked, and we will definitely drink it." I won’t embarrass you.” The woman smiled generously and waved to the man, “Come and sit down too. After walking for so long, it’s good to sit down and rest, let’s talk.”

The man didn't move or speak, but his eyes kept following the woman. "Hey, do you think it's indecent to sit on the ground like this, but we are all dead, so don't worry about it so much."The woman stretched out her hand and tugged at the corner of the man's clothes, she naturally took on a coquettish look, and a few pale pink clouds floated up the woman's pale face.

"You know that's not what I meant, alas... Forget it, Rouyu, I'll be satisfied if I can stay with you for a while longer." The man said and sat down next to the woman.

No one noticed Po Meng's trembling hands when she heard the word Rouyu.A long time ago, in the deepest part of my memory, in the dark night tossing and turning alone, this name emerged from the abyss and sank in the abyss again accompanied by someone's call.Now that I really heard it, even though it was clear that it was not the call I was expecting, the rotten tree in my heart still trembled uncontrollably.

"The lady is called Rouyu." Zhuangruo asked casually.

"Rouyu is the maiden name of my slave family. My father loves jade, so he gave me this name, but I think this name has no special features. Fortunately, my mother didn't give me a peerless beauty, otherwise I would have chosen names like Qingguo and Qingcheng. You're going to be laughed at."

"What nonsense, I think you are very good like this, with a good name and a good appearance." Her husband held her hand as if protesting and prevented her from continuing, "Did you see the legendary beauty of the Zhang family?" The daughter who overwhelms the whole city, with a whole bag of grass in her head, doesn't know what to ask, but someone praises her not only for her good looks, but also for her cute personality, it would be so boring to marry such a woman back home."

"It's you who don't understand." Rouyu tilted her head and leaned on her husband's shoulder, "Such a woman is rare. I don't know which son can marry her in, and it will definitely make a good story in the future. Like me She has a strange personality and has no children. It is my blessing that you keep me going, but I also killed you when it was over. The book of life and death is already full of books."

"Look, you're talking nonsense again. Why did you kill me? It's clear that I followed you voluntarily. I heard that people's fates are all arranged long ago. Your lord judge must know that I am with you. If you want to be entangled from generation to generation, since this is destined, how can it be called a sin?" Comforting his wife, the man turned his head and asked Granny Meng, "Can you tell me, when my husband and I have drank the soul-killing soup?" You can forget the past, but you can't recognize each other at this bridge?"

"My lord, don't worry, this soup won't take effect until you enter the Tao of Reincarnation. Your lord judge is still waiting to check with you two about the good and evil things in your life," Meng Po said.

"It's great like this." Rouyu laughed happily at this moment, "I can still remember you for a while, I thought we were going to forget about it soon, but it's nice to be able to spend some time in vain."

After the words fell, the two of them stopped talking for a long while.Looking at this scene, Po Meng felt a strange feeling in her heart. They had obviously died once, but at this moment they looked like two dying people, leaning together to catch their breath, but there was something in their expression. Very enlightened.They seemed to give up all struggles and quietly waited for that moment to come. However, through their seemingly calm eyes, they could capture the turbulent waves mixed with greed and prayer in the depths of their hearts.

I pray for more time, I pray for fate to be more merciful; even though this choked trachea can only inhale a little air, even if it has turned into a wisp of ethereal soul, I still don't want to die.I am not reconciled, I am too unwilling, why should my own fate be decided by others, this underworld, and the masquerading and selfless judge in the Temple of Yama, what are these things?Just because they are gods, and we are human beings, so I have to submit to this fate and not resist, it is too ridiculous!

Santushui, which has always been quiet on weekdays, suddenly roared at this moment, making a sound like any rushing river in the world, and Po Meng woke up from her deep thoughts.The strange thing is that after the ringing, the three-painted water returns to normal, no matter how fast the river is, it is still silent.

"What's wrong today?" Meng Po was thinking in a daze, "Could it be that I was the one who was stunned today?"

In order to break the silence that made her daydream, Po Meng took the initiative to find a word to chat with the husband and wife.

"You two are so young, but what happened to you?"

"It's not what adults think." Rouyu still had a decent smile on her face, and her tone was very generous, "I have been ill for many years, and I have run out of fuel. I have long been prepared for the end, this is my destiny. "

"It's just my husband, he shouldn't die, but the day I died, he jumped the moat and came with me." The corners of Rouyu's eyes began to turn red, and there was a cry in her voice, "You said he was stupid!" Not stupid, a good person, why would you want to commit suicide, no matter how you say it, living is better than dying." Then he raised his sleeve to wipe away his tears.

"There's no right or wrong. Since I'm dead, I shouldn't and I should." The man also held his sleeves and wiped Rouyu's tears, "If I'm alive, the family will definitely let me marry again. You If you see it, you still want to be angry with me. Besides, you are gone, and there are only people around who are urging me to take the exam. You don’t even have a person who speaks your heart. Are you willing to let me go through the hard life?"

Over here, Rouyu has already been crying, "Then how do you know that life will not have a good time, in my opinion, if you persist for a few more years, your paintings will definitely spread far and wide."

"I understand what you're saying. On the day you died, I wanted to go out for a walk, but when I got to the edge of the moat, I felt that the rest of my life was so long. It was so long that I couldn't care about anything else. I just wanted to I can't let you walk Huangquan Road alone." The man's eyes were as firm as ever, "Then I jumped, not afraid at all."

"You two have such a good relationship." Granny Meng admired from the side.

"It made the grown-ups laugh. We were childhood sweethearts who had arranged a baby kiss. We lived in the same alley. She was in good health when she was young, and she always sneaked out to play. She was caught by the elders and reprimanded several times without repentance. She I have always been different from those well-behaved ladies in the boudoir. Every moment I am with her is extremely interesting. She is the only person in the world who cares about what I really want, instead of using those glorious lintels. Come to prevaricate me. There have been so many infatuated women since ancient times, and I have never heard of a man who died for his wife. Since I can’t use paintings to last forever, let me be No.1 in this love history.” The man tightened his grip wife's hand.

The soup in the pot boiled for a while, kindness could not rewrite fate, and the time fixed in fate was probably now.

"You two, can you go to the Three Lives Stone and have a look?"

"Since it's something that you can't take with you to the next life after seeing it, so what if you see it or not."

"What about Wangxiang Terrace?"

"I won't go anymore, it's just a piece of plain onyx, and the two of us have nothing to miss." After all, we have all the people who are worthy of nostalgia.

"Then when this soup is delicious, you two can continue on the road after drinking it." Granny Meng handed over the soup bowls one by one.

They looked at each other and smiled, without any hesitation or fear in their eyes, and drank the soup together.

"How does it taste?" Meng Po asked.

"I don't know what ingredients the adults used, but it tastes like the carnival wine we got married on the night of our marriage. The spicy taste is slightly sweet, which is wonderful." This time the corners of the man's eyes also began to moisten.

"Oh? The last person who drank the soup said that my soup is bitterer than the most bitter medicine, but it turns into fine wine when it comes to you."

"What happened to that man?" Rouyu asked curiously.

"After crying and making noise in front of my pot for half an hour, I asked the bad guys to tie me in."

"Then we have to leave quickly, so as not to bother Mr. Yin." Rouyu's face put on a comfortable smile again, and the husband and wife handed back the soup bowl and said goodbye to Granny Meng. "Take care, sir." , see you later."

After that, he held his hand and walked towards the city gate.

For many days after that, Po Meng still often thought of the couple. Even though she had seen thousands of people walking towards that solemn and solemn city tower, she was not as profound as the two people's backs.Every time she thinks about the scene of that day, she can't help but sigh with emotion that the so-called fairy couples are probably like this.But she also often has doubts, what kind of magic is the love in people's mouth, these people who died for love without hesitation, is their love true.Is the loneliness I endured on this bridge of Naihe all because of love?But the answer is not clear, or maybe I dare not solve it.

So I only left myself with repeated questions, repeated probing, touching and escaping, and I never got tired of it in this endless cycle all day long.May I ask who doesn't have a soul-devouring monster in his heart?It is sometimes fierce and sometimes obedient, but most of the time it is so rampant in the heart that people dare not touch it easily.As for all the questions that we may have doubts in the world, don't we have the answer early in the morning? This answer is disguised as an ordinary grass that can no longer be ordinary. Roots go deep into the heart.One day, that ferocious beast came here looking for food and uprooted the grass. In the overwhelming pain at the heart, it will be the answer you want.

Another day, she rushed to send the last soul away just before the bell on the city tower rang. She remembered that she hadn't talked to the lonely soul under the bridge for a long time, so she took advantage of the sky before it became dark. Thick blood red, she wanted to say a few words with him.

So she climbed the railing and shouted into the river, "Hey! Are you still there, that soul in the water?"

After waiting for a long time, the only answer she had was silence.Granny Meng didn't give up, and continued to shout, "Hey, it's time for you to take a nap. If you can hear my voice, come out and talk."

However, there was silence again, "Could it be that he was washed away by the river in the past few days?"

Granny Meng's heart felt cold, but she still insisted on shouting: "Hey—are you still here?"

What was supposed to be a conversation between two people suddenly fell into a stalemate where no one responded, and desolation and embarrassment spread across the empty and uninhabited Naihe Bridge.Relying on a stubbornness that came from nowhere, Meng Po stubbornly leaned down on the railing, staring hard at the dark stone.The river was dense, and a hazy mist enveloped the surface of the river. Even with all our strength, we couldn't see clearly. I don't know if the lonely soul is still on the stone, but judging from today's situation, it is very likely that the lonely soul was washed away.

"This time I'm really alone." Meng Po thought in her heart, although she was a little sad, but more of it was endless anger. Her heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys ached together.

"It turned out that I wanted too much." She was so angry that she couldn't control her thoughts, "I thought God would finally have mercy on me, let me meet someone who can listen to me, and don't have to face me all day long." These dead things like pots and bridge rails are just my wishful thinking."

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, so Po Meng got up and kicked the soup pot hard, and with this kick, the pot staggered and rolled to the side.However, the expected pain did not come from the toes as promised, yes, I was already a dead person, how can I feel pain when I am dead.

The vast expanse of black in the sky has almost wiped out the previous blood red, leaving only a few scattered wisps lingering on.Granny Meng exhausted all her strength in an instant and sat slumped on the bridge. For the first time since she got rid of the shackles of her physical body, she felt that her soul was also so heavy. to hell.At that moment, she even suspected that she must have committed a heinous crime during her lifetime, otherwise why was she alone going through all this, but then she felt that she was really stupid, isn't this the path you chose yourself?she asked herself in her heart.

She raised her hand to cover her face, wanting to sob a few times, but her soul had no tears either.The howling sound of the water ghost pierced her ears, and the sky in the underworld was completely dark, and she could only run away in this endless despair.

"I don't believe in fate." Probably in the ten years since she became Meng Po, Meng Po once said this to a certain soul crossing the bridge.She still remembered that the man was a traveling scholar who wandered for most of his life, desperately trying to get a degree in the exam but achieved nothing, and finally died of illness and starvation in a thatched hut in a remote village.

The scholar stood in front of the Three Lives Stone for a long time, with no sadness or joy on his face, and then he calmly asked Granny Meng, "Does your lord believe in fate?"

Do you believe it?Now take it out and ask yourself, and in your free time in the future, take it out and ask yourself.

I remember the scholar asked again, "Have you ever seen the Sansheng Stone before, do you know what you were like in your last life, and where you should go in your next life?"

"Since I said that I don't believe in fate, how can I believe in this three-life stone? What's the point of pestering it in the last life, which has already passed away? Even if you look at it in the next life, you won't be able to enter the way of reincarnation, so don't worry about it." For some reason, Meng Po He couldn't look into the scholar's eyes.

"What about this life, sir, have you ever examined this life carefully?"

Before he could answer, the scholar said, "My lord, you can know that what I see from this stone is me who has been entwined with desire all the time. Although I knew that my heart was full of desire when I was alive, but now I understand it when I am outside the situation." I have suffered so much for this. Whenever I think of those things that I have been pursuing so hard all my life, but are easily grasped by others, I will go crazy with jealousy. I ask the sky and myself, Is it because I deserve to be unhappy all my life, or is it because I'm too greedy and want too much. I can't ask the answer, and I can't get what I want. I almost go crazy every day." He looked at Granny Meng, talking Make a wry smile, "Everyone says that death can be liberated, so I also thought that death is the best ending, but according to my opinion just now, I will live a similar life in the next life. I don't believe that fate Arrangements, so you see I have been punished by fate all my life, and I will not even die well in my next life."

The scholar knelt down in front of the Sansheng Stone, his gray hair trembling with his thin body, "Obviously I have figured it out now, and I have chosen to surrender. In my next life, I just want to be an ordinary farmer, and I don't want to fight with fate anymore." Why, why should I forget it all?"

Kneeling in front of the Sansheng Stone, he sometimes questioned the sky loudly, sometimes told the ups and downs of his life in a trembling voice to seek the sympathy of the gods, and sometimes yelled at the injustice of fate, and the gods don't open their eyes.After such an unknown period of time, his facial features began to distort and his complexion turned blue, and then his voice became sharp and piercing, and finally blood and tears flowed from his eyes—he became a ghost.The ghosts swarmed up and drowned him in the Santu River in no time.

So he will never have another life full of suffering.

The night was long and boundless, and Po Meng's heart was overwhelmed by boundless fear.She doesn't know whether her choice is right or wrong, she is afraid of her own fate after violating her fate, and she is even more afraid of the unknown fate that has yet to come.She wanted to call for help, anyone who would make her lean back and cry for a while, but who could she count on.