The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

This is a long and narrow road that seems to have no end.

It was as if the second senior brother's sword split half of the world.

A glimmer of light appeared in front of me.

This light is vertical, from the sky to the earth, a line of light at the end of the pen, like a standing lightsaber.

Passing through this crack of light, my eyes suddenly opened up, and the feeling of depression just now disappeared.

Xiang Wanqing breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "It's finally out."

The world in front of me is different from the curling sky and earth before entering the gate of hell. Although it is still dark and unclear, it is open and high. There is a river in the distance, and the sound of gurgling water is heard, which gives it a bit of life.

Xiang Wanqing said: "I thought that the road to Huangquan would become more difficult and bumpy as we walked, but I didn't expect that it would become smoother instead."

Li Muchen was not so optimistic: "Sometimes the flatter it is, the more dangerous it may be."

Xiang Wanqing said: "The sound of the water is alive. If this is living water, then the weak water interception has nothing to do with this place."

The two of them walked forward.

When I got closer, I saw a wide river. The water was turbid and yellow. At first glance, I thought it was the Yellow River.

But it doesn't have the momentum of the Yellow River, and the so-called turbidity and yellow color are just the mist steaming on the river, and the steam is just like the chaotic air left in the corner when Pangu created the world. .

The sound of water flowing from the mist is clear and sweet, like the camel bell of life, following the rut of history, making people unable to help but follow it.

Li Muchen and Xiang Wanqing walked along the river.

I don’t know how long I walked, but suddenly I saw a bridge in the distance.

It's just that this bridge is very strange. It is not built on the river, but hangs upside down under the river, like a shadow.

There is a small, ancient-looking house at the end of the bridge, with smoke curling up from the kitchen.

The house is upright, but the smoke is upside down, like a reflection in water.

There was an old woman outside the house, sitting by the fire.

There was a pot on the fire, and something was boiling in the pot. It was obviously a white liquid, but black bubbles were rising.

Li Muchen and Xiang Wanqing looked at each other, and both thought of the legendary Naihe Bridge and Meng Po Tang.

"It turns out that there really is Meng Po Soup on Huangquan Road!" Xiang Wanqing said.

Suddenly I heard the old woman in front of the house say: "What is true is also false, and what is false is also true. If you have it in your heart, you will have it. If you don't have it in your heart, you will not have it."

Xiang Wanqing was stunned, walked over and asked, "Old lady, what do you mean?"

"It's boring, it's interesting, what does it mean?" the old woman murmured, stirring the soup in the pot with a dirty-looking spoon.

The soup looked very viscous, and when she stirred it, black bubbles began to thicken.

"Old lady, is this bridge the Naihe Bridge?" Xiang Wanqing asked.

"Naihe Bridge, Naihe Bridge, Naihe upside down. Upside down, upside down, upside down, ghosts and immortals. It's hard to be a human being, but it's hard to be an immortal. It's better to be a ghost and forget the past upside down..."

The old woman was stirring the soup and humming, and she didn't know whether she was talking or singing.

Xiang Wanqing found it interesting and asked again: "Old lady, are you Po Meng? Is this soup Meng Po soup?"

"Mr. Meng?" The old woman suddenly stopped holding the spoon in her hand and looked up at Xiang Wanqing, "My surname is Meng? Oh, my surname is Meng. It's good. It's good. It's good to have a surname of Meng..."

As he said that, he lowered his head and went to stir the pot again.

Xiang Wanqing frowned and asked, "Old lady, do we have to drink your soup before we can cross the bridge?"

She was still thinking, how could this old woman force them to drink soup?

The only possibility is that this is an extremely powerful existence. Only powerful people can stay here and force everyone to drink soup.

But she didn't feel a powerful aura from the old woman.

What made Xiang Wanqing even more curious was how did the second senior brother get there?

With the character of the second senior brother, he would not drink Meng Po soup obediently. A battle is inevitable between the two sides. But if there was a war, how could this old woman cook soup here unharmed?

Could it be that even the second senior brother was defeated by her?

Xiang Wanqing thought it was impossible, at least she couldn't accept it.

Unexpectedly, the old woman said: "This soup is very expensive, you may not be able to afford it!"

"what?"

These words were completely beyond Xiang Wanqing's expectation. Even Li Muchen was a little surprised, and Tang became curious about this.

"How expensive is it?"

"Your soul is as valuable as it is."

"Soul?" Xiang Wanqing asked in surprise, "You mean, I have to exchange my soul in order to drink your soup?"

"Yes."

"But if the soul is given to you, won't the person die?"

"Yeah, how can you become a ghost if you don't die?"

Po Meng's words left Xiang Wanqing speechless.

"But I heard that anyone who crosses the Naihe Bridge must drink a bowl of Mengpo soup to forget their past lives before they can be reincarnated. Why do they still need to exchange their souls?"

"Because you are not dead!" Po Meng said, "If a living person wants to cross the bridge, of course there are conditions. If you don't hand over your soul and cross the bridge, won't you go to hell alive? Oh my, you are so upset. !”

"Besides, not all dead people can drink my soup."

Mrs. Meng lifted the spoon high, pulled up a long viscous soup thread, and slowly dripped into the pot.

"How hard life is! You have to study, make money, buy a house, get married, have children, raise the children, buy a house for the children, get married, deal with the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and take care of the grandchildren. In the end, you will find that your whole life You have never lived for yourself. You still have to endure being bullied, lied to, and PUAed by others... Of course, you will also bully, lie to, and PUA others..."

"In this life of a person, there are too many regrets, too many regrets, and too many past events that are unbearable to look back on. Drink a bowl of soup from me, forget all about it, go to ghosts and reincarnate, there is nothing so cheap. !”

After listening to Mrs. Meng's nagging words, Xiang Wanqing felt that it made sense, but she still felt that something was wrong.

It took me a long time to figure out that the more reasonable what Po Meng said, the more wrong it was because she was Po Meng!

"But wouldn't it be unfair for you to screen in such a conditional way?"

"There is no fairness in this world, girl! And you have to know that after crossing this bridge, it is hell. What fairness does hell want?"

"There is no justice in hell, so why do we need a judge?"

"No, there has never been a judge in hell. The judgment of the soul is completed by the soul itself. Evil people will eventually taste the consequences of evil. They are destined from the time they do evil."

Po Meng's words were deep and thick, like the boiling soup in the pot.

Those black bubbles are like the ugliness hidden in the world. Even though the soup is white, the ugliness seems to evaporate forever.

Xiang Wanqing wanted to ask more, but after thinking about it, she suddenly realized that she had been led astray by Po Meng, so she put her thoughts back, pointed to the Naihe Bridge in front of her and said:

"We have to cross the Naihe Bridge."

"You are living people and you can't get through it," said Mrs. Meng.

"What if we must go there?"

"That bridge, no living person can step on it, because it was built for the dead. Living people can't even see it, let alone walk on it. What you see is just the shadow of the bridge in another world."

"A shadow from another world?"

Xiang Wanqing looked at the bridge that seemed to be a reflection or hanging upside down under the river, and it felt more and more unreal.

Li Muchen took a step forward and said, "There is always a way to get past this. Please ask the old lady for advice."

Po Meng glanced at him, nodded and said, "Well, you still have some courtesy, so you must go there. It's not impossible. There are two ways."

"What two ways?"

"The first thing is to kill me. If you kill me, you can cross the bridge alive."