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

"What about the second one?" Li Muchen asked.

Po Meng said: "Second, answer me a question. If you answer it correctly, you will be able to pass. But you only have one chance to answer. If you are right, you are right, if you are wrong, you are wrong. If you are wrong, you will never answer again. Opportunity.”

"Then if our answer is wrong, will the first method still work?" Xiang Wanqing seemed to have found a system bug.

"It works, of course it works." Po Meng said, "No matter when you kill me, you can cross the bridge."

"It's better to answer the question honestly, we can't kill her." Li Muchen said.

Po Meng glanced at Li Muchen in surprise.

Xiang Wanqing asked in confusion: "Why? Is she very strong?"

Li Muchen said: "I don't know whether she is strong or not, but you just have to think about it. She has been selling Meng Po soup here since the beginning of Huangquan, and she has not been killed until now. Do you think that we are the only ones in the world since ancient times? Have two living people been here?"

Xiang Wanqing suddenly realized, not to mention others, the second senior brother must have been here. With the second senior brother's character, if he could cross the bridge by killing Meng Po, he would definitely choose to kill her. However, Meng Po is still here, which means that the second senior brother cannot kill her. .

Xiang Wanqing couldn't help but glance at Po Meng in shock. This old woman looked ordinary. Could it be that she was so powerful that she couldn't even defeat her second senior brother?

But if the second senior brother can't kill an old woman on the road to hell, how can he kill Hades?

"Tell me, what is your problem?" Li Muchen asked.

Po Meng laughed, scooped out a spoonful of soup from the pot, and poured it back gently: "Do you know what this soup is made of?"

Xiang Wanqing was stunned and thought to herself: How do we know what this soup is made of?

"Isn't this kind of question difficult? There is no hint at all. Who can answer this question? Unless you reveal it to him in advance." She said dissatisfiedly.

Po Meng snorted coldly: "What do you think? It's hard to do anything to others! You're right, I can reveal it to whomever I want to know in advance. This is called the back door. Isn't the back door the most popular thing in the world among you?" When you go to the underworld, you have to go through the back door! You can only go through the back door alive, otherwise you have to die, do you understand?"

Xiang Wanqing said angrily: "You bitch, how dare you tease us! It turns out you want to receive a gift. What do you want, just say it clearly!"

"Hey, only smart people can use the back door!"

Po Meng was smiling, and kept stirring the soup in the pot with a spoon, while singing another song:

"It's smokey and foggy, and you can see the past in the soup. This soup is not wine, but it is intoxicating. The past in your dreams is like smoke and clouds. When you are drunk, your soul has left, and the summer flowers and autumn leaves are scattered. Looking back, the past is already dust. After drinking this soup The future is long, the future is deep, the past and the future are clear..."

When Xiang Wanqing saw her chattering, she couldn't help but become upset and became angrier. When she was about to speak, she was stopped by Li Muchen.

Li Muchen said: "I know what this soup is made of."

Xiang Wanqing looked at him in surprise.

Mrs. Meng also stopped talking and looked up at Li Muchen: "Young man, remember, you only have one chance to answer. If you answer wrong, you will never have the chance."

Li Muchen nodded and said, "You are called Po Meng, not because your surname is Meng, but because of the soup you cook."

Xiang Wanqing didn't understand what Li Muchen was talking about at all. What does Meng's surname, not Meng's, have to do with this pot of soup? Doesn’t this answer the wrong question?

"Well, young man, keep talking." Mrs. Meng lowered her head and continued to stir in the pot.

"Meng Zhe, "Shang Zi and Xia Pan", judging from the glyph shape, means putting a baby in the vessel to cook."

Li Muchen used his fingers to write a seal character "Meng" on the ground.

"You mean my soup is made from babies?" Mrs. Meng asked without raising her head.

Xiang Wanqing felt a little creepy.

"Of course not." Li Muchen said, "What is boiled in your soup is not a baby in the human world, but the Nascent Soul of a cultivator."

"Nascent Soul?" Xiang Wanqing looked at the big pot, as if she had some realization.

Mrs. Meng finally stopped stirring and looked up at Li Muchen: "Well, go on."

Li Muchen nodded and said: "The essence of a human being forms a fetus, transforms into a baby, and becomes a god. This pot of yours is the furnace of the human body. Anything that is white and condensed in the pot is dark and heavy, and is lead. "The black and rising part is the yang in the yin, which is mercury. The mixture of lead and mercury makes the furnace boil. This pot of Yuanying Bu Shen Decoction is the great medicine for spiritual practice."

"Then, where did I get so much Yuanying soup?" Po Meng asked again.

Li Muchen smiled slightly: "The Nascent Soul is something that is self-made and does not borrow from others. So what is boiling in this pot is not other people's Nascent Soul, but our own Nascent Soul. What is boiling is not other people's spirit either. , it is precisely our own spirit.”

"In other words, everyone who comes here sees a different pot, and the soup in the pot is also different. They are all reflections of their own inner spirit. Or to put it a little further, there is a mirror of the soul here. , what everyone sees is the inner essence of his own soul.”

Li Muchen stopped here and looked at Po Meng with a smile.

Xiang Wanqing, who was next to him, was also a very smart person. At this moment, there was nothing he didn't understand, and he suddenly said: "No wonder, the bridge we saw is upside down, and the rising of the soup is also upside down, because this is the bridge of the soul. Mirror image is the inversion of yin and yang.”

Li Muchen smiled and said: "Now you know why we can't complete the first condition, right? Because the Meng Po we see is ourselves, or in other words, our own spiritual enlightenment. How can we kill her?" What about ourselves?”

"If we are killed, we will become dead people, and dead people can naturally cross the bridge." Xiang Wanqing added.

"Hahahaha..." Po Meng laughed loudly after hearing this, "Okay, okay, you guys answered this question, you are so enlightened! Come on, here is your great medicine for cultivation, drink it..."

Po Meng's figure became illusory, distorted in the mist of the soup.

Li Muchen stepped forward, held the strange pot in both hands, and drank the soup in one gulp.

Xiang Wanqing followed suit, picked up the pot in front of him and drank all the soup in the pot.

The strange thing is that although there is only one pot and one pot of soup, the two of them completed this action at the same time.

And when they picked up the soup pots respectively, the color of the soup in the pots was completely different.

Li Muchen's pot was as big as holding a sea, with magnificent waves and vast oceans.

Xiang Wanqing's pot is as small as a lake. The water is clear and calm, deep and peaceful.

When the two of them finished drinking, they each felt refreshed and refreshed, as if they had been reborn.

When they put the pot down and looked in front of them, there was no Mrs. Meng anywhere. Even the bonfire in the hut was gone.

There is a wide and boundless river in front, a flying bridge on the river, and the head of the pen escapes into the dark abyss in the distance.