Crossing

The spirit of the lonely soul became more and more lax day by day, and slowly most of his time was immersed in one dream after another. After an unknown period of time, one day he was woken up by the sound of quarreling from the bridge.He thought it was the same as usual this time

A newly killed ghost was playing around, but after listening for a while, he realized that it was not what he thought.

He emerged from the water quietly and looked over the bridge, only to see Granny Meng on the bridge holding a white-haired ghost and talking eagerly.His hearing has not been very good these days, and he needs to hold his breath and concentrate to figure out what happened.If he heard correctly, that old man with gray hair is most likely the husband Po Meng is waiting for.

That's what happened.

That day, Po Meng saw two ghosts on the other side of the bridge with a ghost walking over from a long distance. It had been a long time since Po Meng had seen the ghost go to the world to catch people in person. Seeing this situation, she immediately became interested. , I am even more curious about this ghost that can alarm the evil.

The ghost escorted the ghost to Granny Meng, "My lord" one of the ghosts made a bow, "I have to ask my lord for a bowl of soup for this ghost to drink."

"What's the matter with this ghost, why bother you to make a special trip to the underworld?" Meng Po asked curiously.

"It would take six or seven days for this ghost to die, but he lingered around the world and never came to the underworld to report. The magistrate ordered my two brothers to catch him. Who knows how many times he refused and made me People put a lot of effort into it.”

Granny Meng stared at the ghost caught in the middle of the two ghosts, and saw that he already looked like an octogenarian, with some scalp showing sparsely between the gray hair, a disheveled beard, and baggy eyelids. Then, the area around the temples has also been covered with age spots.

"I've already lived to this age, so I'm still afraid of death? I've tried my best to hide in Tibet, and I'm not going to let the messengers catch her. It's a waste of time." Meng Po sarcastically said.

"Hmph, I'm dead, so why are you afraid of death? When he was young, he committed a murder case. I don't know who said that people who committed murder would be thrown into hell after death. That's why they didn't dare to enter the underworld." Yin difference explained on the side.

"Such a bastard, how can he use it in hell. If you want to come to hell, it will be overcrowded, but you only lost one life, and it is enough to be immersed in the Santu River." Meng Po said again.

"What your lord said is, please hurry up and give me a bowl of soup, so that we can take this Chen Qinglang into the underworld to meet the magistrate. It will be up to the magistrate to decide whether he will be immersed in the Santu River or the wheel of beasts. I'm afraid that the old man will be unhappy in a while." The errand said flatteringly.

There was a flash of thunder in Meng Po's heart, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, and asked in a trembling voice, "You...what did you say his name was?"

"It's Chen Qinglang," Yin Cha replied without knowing why.

"But Chen Qinglang from Chen Ji Buzhuang?"

"Exactly."

"His father's name is Chen Weihai?"

"Yes, yes, hey, hey, my lord, what are you doing?" Seeing Granny Meng approaching the old man in a stride, the errand who was suddenly pushed and shoved yelled.

Granny Meng grabbed Chen Qinglang, "husband, husband, you are here, do you know how many years Rouyu has been waiting for you at this underworld bridge?"

The person who was caught was not as enthusiastic as Meng Po, but kept shrinking back: "Who are you, I, I don't know you, don't come here."

"Husband, I am Rouyu, and I am your wife. If you take a good look at me, how can you not know me?"

"Nonsense! My wife is still alive and well. Before I came to the underworld, I saw my grandson taking that ugly woman to the street to buy snacks. I don't know you at all!" I don't know where Granny Meng got her strength. Qinglang couldn't get rid of her hand, so he hurriedly called for help from the underworld: "My lord, my lord, save me, Caomin really doesn't know this person."

Hearing what he said, Granny Meng only thought that Chen Qinglang was old and faint. She was afraid that she only remembered her new wife and forgot herself.Although there was an unconcealable sadness on his face, he still held Chen Qinglang's head stubbornly, forcing him to take a look at his own face.

"Has your husband really forgotten all about Rouyu?"

But who would have thought that when Chen Qinglang saw Granny Meng's face clearly, he turned into a terrified look. He tried his best to break free from Granny Meng's hand that was restraining him, staggered back a few steps, his feet went limp and fell to the ground. on the ground.

Chen Qinglang's eyes widened, a few blue veins popped out around his temples, he pointed at Granny Meng's hand trembling uncontrollably, "You you you you...why are you here? Didn't you die a long time ago? It's still you You are here to kill me..." Suddenly thinking that he was already dead, Chen Qinglang's face weakened a little with fear, replaced by a somewhat arrogant expression, "Anyway, I am also a dead person, what can you do to me. "

"Qinglang, why would I want your life? I am Rouyu, and I am your wife."

"Fart! I told you that the ugly woman is still alive and well. Although you have been dead for many years, I will never forget your face. You are clearly Xiao Cui!" Chen Qinglang got up from the ground with hands and feet, Jiaoji roared in despair, "I also killed you by mistake. I also had several nightmares. Why have you waited for me in the underworld for so many years? Besides, what should I do is up to the judge." Forget it, if you keep it, it’s nothing, my lord, my lord, save me." Saying this, he hurriedly sought shelter from the underworld.

Po Meng was still unable to recover from the yelling just now, she didn't understand why Chen Qinglang insisted on calling her Xiaocui, and she also didn't understand what Chen Qinglang meant when he said that he accidentally beat her to death.

"Husband, don't make such a joke..."

"Bah! Who is your husband, even a maid like you can call me husband!"

"False, what you said is all false! It's useless for you and me to argue, go to the Three Lives Stone and take a look at it and you will understand." Rouyu is about to take Chen Qinglang to the Three Lives Stone.

Chen Qinglang naturally didn't want to go, he dodged behind the two errats, and the errands were afraid that things would become too big, so they hurried up to stop them, "My lord, maybe you really made a mistake, look at this I don’t know if people’s brains are brilliant or not, and they speak strangely, sir, don’t take it to heart, let us go to the underworld quickly.”

Because of the entanglement of the messengers, Meng Po did not catch Chen Qinglang.Anticipating that he would not get what he wanted for a while, he simply stopped catching Chen Qinglang, turned around and walked towards the Sansheng Stone alone.

"Anyway, I can understand the matter by myself, but you don't have to deny it to me when the time comes."

Po Meng stood still in front of the Sansheng Stone, and saw that the chaos on the stone slowly moved, and a scene gradually emerged.

The charm of fate lies in its own vagaries.Some people live in dreams all their lives, and some people can penetrate life itself when they are teenagers. No one can tell whether it is better to dream a lifetime or to live clearly, not to mention that in most cases, whether to dream or wake up is not up to us. It's up to you.In fact, getting what you want is the best. If someone doesn't want to fall asleep, let him wake up; if someone doesn't care about the truth and only wants to live in a dream, then let the dream be sweeter.But getting what you want is too difficult. I don’t know how many lifetimes of blessings have to be accumulated to exchange for one by chance. In addition, the size and weight of the blessings are also difficult to calculate. Therefore, there are tens of millions of people in the world because of untimely dreams or dreams. Sober and miserable.

It's just that Po Meng didn't expect that whether she was dreaming or waking up, it would be extremely painful for her.

The Chen family's mansion was decorated into a red and warm celebration. When Po Meng came back to her senses, she found that she had returned to the night when she got married. She found herself standing in the empty courtyard. A thin and familiar figure appeared.Her heart was pounding, suppressing the shout that was about to blurt out, she walked gently behind that figure.

Po Meng stretched out her hand to pat the woman's shoulder, but when she slapped it, it was in vain. It turned out that she couldn't touch others.So she boldly went around to the front of the woman, and suddenly saw a face that was the same as her own.

She lowered her head to look at the woman's clothes, she was actually dressed in plain coarse cloth worn by a maid, without the bright red wedding gown, without the hijab that covered her sight with a handkerchief, and without the hair style carefully arranged by the mother that day. ,Nothing at all.

"who am I?"

She became flustered for a moment, without caring about other things, she turned her head and pushed the closed door of the wedding room open a gap.Sure enough, the bride sitting on the big red wedding bed was someone else, but her head was covered so that she couldn't see her face clearly.She leaned against the pillar anxiously and thought about the question just now.

"Who am I?"

The uneasiness in her heart spread like ripples, and she was terrified at the moment.Before she had time to realize that she was trembling uncontrollably, her forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

Suddenly, there was a roar in the distance, and she was so startled that she could hardly stand.

At the same time, Xiao Cui was also taken aback, and turned to look at the source of the sound.Following Xiaocui's gaze, Po Meng didn't see anyone, so she cautiously approached the corner for a few steps, only then did she hear two men arguing at the corner.The younger voice belonged to Chen Qinglang, and the other was his father Chen Weihai.

"If you want me to marry me, then marry her in obediently, and what else do you want from me." She heard Chen Qinglang's angry voice.

"It's just to let you respect her as a guest in the future, and don't go to those fireworks places again. Her father is an official after all. Don't let people say that my Chen family treats Mrs. Shen's daughter badly." Chen Weihai said.

Chen Qinglang remained silent, and Chen Weihai immediately said: "I know you don't want it in your heart, but other people's marriages are arranged like this, and I haven't seen anyone's descendants say they don't want it, why don't you understand daddy?" It's very hard work."

"Father, you haven't seen what she looks like. I don't know how to make others laugh at me in the future. I'm afraid that many people will say behind my back that I don't hesitate to be an ugly woman in order to become an official father-in-law."

The cold wind blew past in the spring night, and Po Meng, who was standing in the corridor eavesdropping, shuddered.She couldn't describe how she felt at the moment, whether it was shock or disbelief.She still wants to struggle in the face of this unacceptable fact, but she also knows that the Sansheng Stone is infallible, and the feeling of powerlessness spreads all over her body, and she is finally defeated by the scene in front of her.

"How did this happen, what went wrong?"

She was completely in her own thoughts, and she didn't notice that Chen Qinglang had arrived behind Xiao Cui who was standing on the porch.

"cough!"

Shocked, Xiaocui turned around abruptly and met a pair of playful eyes.

"Did you hear everything?" Chen Qinglang asked her.

She didn't dare to answer, but her eyes widened in horror.

"Hmph, do you know what to say and what not to say?"

"..."

"I'm so timid, I'm sorry you don't dare to talk nonsense." After Chen Qinglang finished speaking, he reached out and pinched her chin unexpectedly, "Your young lady doesn't look very good, but you are a beauty."

A handsome face approached, at this time Xiaocui also trembled in fright, and tried to avert her eyes from looking at the other party.

"Get out, I don't need you here anymore." Chen Qinglang waved her hand, even turning her face to the side.So she stopped caring about Xiaocui and went to push the door of the wedding room on her own.

Chen Qinglang stepped into the door, and when he turned around and closed the door, he saw Xiaocui still standing there in a daze in the same posture just now, so he lowered his voice and sarcastically said, "Why, haven't you heard enough?"

Xiaocui still didn't say a word, just stood with her head bowed.

"Then I'll leave a gap for you. You can't listen to the truth just by listening. It's a pity that you can't be happy together on this happy day."

After a long while, there was a rustling sound coming through the crack of the door, and after a while, a soft moaning sound followed.Seeing that Xiao Cui finally raised her head, Po Meng saw through the narrow crack of the door the red candle that was about to burn out on the table and the long-forgotten Hebei wine next to it, all eyes were dazzling red. .

As if being burned by the bright red, Po Meng moved her eyes away from the Sansheng Stone, staggered a few steps, and knelt down on the open space beside her.There were a few more ghosts waiting to drink soup at the end of the bridge, and Po Meng caught Chen Qinglang in an instant among all the doubtful eyes.The old man cringed behind the errand, staring at him defensively.

The so-called pain of waking up from a dream is what I feel at this moment. It’s just ridiculous that I took a piece of memory I stole from other places and planted it in my own branch like grafting flowers and plants. I also value the deformed fruit on this tree.I used to be happy and sad for him, obsessed with him for five or sixty years, but in the end I was just lying to myself.

The self in the dream was fake, and Chen Qinglang was also fake. Even how much of the story itself was fabricated by him is unknown.

A moment of sadness, regret, and despair pressed down like a huge boulder, vying to be the straw that broke the camel's back.But she can't break down yet, she has to figure out why she died.Clenching a row of white teeth, Meng Po returned to the Three Lives Stone again.

This time the scene was changed to a sunny afternoon, and the temperature was a little hotter than early spring. Po Meng guessed that it was probably early summer in May and June.Still standing under the porch where Po Meng stood that night, she saw Xiaocui moved a bench and sat in the yard, trying to fan the small medicine stove in front of her.

It is easy to catch a cold when it is warm and cold, "Could it be that Miss has a cold?" Just thinking about it, I heard a coughing sound in the room.

"Xiao Cui!"

Xiaocui agreed, got up and entered the house.

"Is the medicine ready?"

"Okay." She responded softly.

"Then you bring it in and give me a drink. I'm very tired. After drinking the medicine, I want to sleep for a while."

Rouyu fell asleep soon after drinking the medicine, Xiaocui moved the bench to the porch, took out the needle and thread, sat in the yard and embroidered flowers.

Her beautiful face was illuminated by the sun, and it was as white as transparent, looking like the finest suet white jade.Looking at the beautiful scene in front of her, Meng Po felt infinite longing in her heart. After five or sixty years, she finally saw the sun again, but she only felt sad. It turns out that not all things lost and recovered are joyful.What's more, she can only enjoy the sunshine for a short time.

At this moment, Chen Qinglang came back from the outside and saw only Xiao Cui in the yard from a distance, so he deliberately lowered his footsteps, and quietly stood behind Xiao Cui, watching the pattern she was embroidering.

"For me?"

Xiao Cui hurriedly stood up, distanced herself from Chen Qinglang who was behind her, and lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at him.

"Go back to uncle, I embroidered and played by myself."

"I didn't see clearly just now, what are you embroidering?"

"Back to my aunt, the magnolia flower embroidered by the servant girl."

"Well, it's pretty embroidered."

Chen Qinglang didn't answer, and looked at Xiaocui with a sense of scrutiny.

"Where's Ma'am?" He asked casually.

"I just took the medicine to reduce the wind and cold, and I have already fallen asleep."

"Well... Ma'am has caught the wind and cold, so it's not convenient for me to sleep with her these few days. I don't dare to bother Madam to move, I'll sleep in another room by myself." I don't know if Xiao Cui got it wrong, she felt that Chen Qinglang There was a little joy in his tone.

"Go and clean up the house on the west side for me. I will live in the west side tonight."

"Uncle, I'm afraid it's not good to do this, this way."

"What's the matter, do you think I can't control you?"

"No, it's not" Xiaocui stammered, and wanted to explain herself, but Chen Qinglang didn't give her a chance.

"Then hurry up!"

Po Meng stood on the porch and watched coldly, too many accidents happened in just a few hours.Compared to the panic when they met at Qiaotou, she has calmed down a lot at this time.At first she didn't understand why the aged Chen Qinglang was so far from the person in her memory, she only thought that people would change if they lived, after all he had gone through so many times that she couldn't know, and his temperament had changed drastically It is not impossible.But now from the perspective of an onlooker, it turns out that he is a very capable person in the first place, and Shen Rouyu may be deeply trapped in the puzzle, unable to tell the truth from the fake.

Po Meng looked at Chen Qinglang standing in the corridor, and Xiaocui walked towards the west wing with a malicious smile.Something was ready to come out from Granny Meng's chest, she followed Chen Qinglang's pace to the west wing, she knew that the next thing was her fate that she desperately wanted to figure out.

Because the courtyard is full of green plants from the south-southwest area, and a path is paved in the middle of the courtyard, the west wing room is moved slightly westward, away from the main house.And because it is shaded by trees, it is inconvenient to receive light, so the house is darker and colder.If he couldn't stay in the more comfortable East Wing, he knew that Chen Qinglang's heart was really dark.

Seeing Chen Qinglang, who was a few meters ahead of her, quickly walk into the west wing and close the door carefully, Granny Meng's heart ached without warning.She froze on the spot without making up her mind. Po Meng didn't know whether she had the courage to bear the truth about her own life, and when she was hesitating whether to step forward, a small voice came out.

The body reacts before the brain.Granny Meng didn't dare to enter the door, but leaned close to the gap in the window and looked into the house.

Chen Qinglang stretched out one hand from behind Xiaocui to hold her tightly in his arms, and covered Xiaocui's mouth with the other hand.The man's palm was wide and big, and the girl's palm-sized face was left with only a pair of frightened eyes.

During the entanglement and struggle, the two of them fell together on the bed beside them, which instantly disturbed the dust in the room and muddied the pure afternoon sunlight.

What happened later, even if you don't need to look at it, you can understand it.The pain was no longer limited to the square inch of the heart, but spread throughout the whole body with the flowing blood. In the severe pain, Po Meng no longer had the strength to stand up, and finally collapsed on the ground.

I don't know how long it took, but the movement in the room gradually became smaller.After a while of silence, she heard Chen Qinglang calling her in a low voice: "Xiaocui." But he answered him with a strange tranquility.

After that came the sound of messy footsteps, Po Meng watched as Chen Qinglang stumbled and pushed the door out, and then crawled all the way out of the courtyard, the open door was completely dark.She stood up trembling, and walked towards the darkness.

Standing in front of the bed, Po Meng saw Xiaocui's thin body lying stiffly on the bed, a heavy quilt covered her face, her coarse clothes were in a mess, her white jade-like skin was exposed, and her chest did not rise or fall.Po Meng stood blankly, without time to think about anything, she knew that she was dead, melted into the darkness and coldness of the room, and could never be found again.

It was still Chen Qinglang's footsteps that broke the silence, but he was not the only one who came back this time.Two tall servants squeezed into the hut, and they lifted the quilt from Xiao Cui's face, revealing her eyes widened in fright and her mouth opened wide because she was trying to call for help or trying to breathe hard.

This is the cause of her death.The death is miserable, and the grievances are hard to settle.

Po Meng lowered her head to take another look at Xiaocui, but met her widened eyes.Hate, the monstrous hatred was transmitted to Po Meng's eyes through these slack eyes, and the lost memories flooded into his mind like a flood that burst a bank.

She thought of her parents who sold her into Shen's mansion when she was five years old and never left, she thought of Rouyu who was savage and willful since she was a child, she thought of her secret love when she first met on the bridge on the Qiqiao Festival, and she thought of Chen Qinglang On weekdays, she looked at her pointingly many times, remembering that they buried her under a magnolia tree after she died.

A voice in her mind said to her: "Since this life is over, why bother holding on to it?"

Then she replied herself: "I must find out why I deserved this fate."

The inner demon sprouted, and the long lonely years in the underworld nourished it into a big tree.In the dead of night, she imagined countless possibilities for herself, but at some point, she used these guesses to weave such a seamless story for herself, and even she herself gradually believed it to be true.

Her eyes hurt like being pricked by a needle, and some hot liquid flowed down her face. Granny Meng raised her hand to touch it, and her fingertips were stained with bright red blood.

From Huangquan Road to the gate of the underworld, and then to the ghost town not far away, even the ghosts in the Santu River are discussing one thing, that is, the soup cook Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge has gone crazy.

"I don't know what that Meng Po saw on the Sansheng Stone. It was a sign of turning into a ghost. This frightened the two evil men who were also on the bridge that day."

"But I also heard that she just shed blood and tears and didn't really become a ghost. She just pushed a ghost who was waiting for soup into the Santu River for some reason. The speed was so fast that even Mr. Yinchai didn't realize it. .”

"If you say that the ghost that was pushed into the river is probably not a good thing, or it was washed into the fastest water, and there was not even a scum left in the end."

"But Granny Meng is indeed crazy. She laughed all the way and fell into the flowers on the other side after watching the ghost fly away. The laughter was so horrifying that even the evil ghosts on the eighteenth floor would tremble when they heard it. "

"It will take two or three days to say nothing from that day. You see, Huangquan Road and Naihe Bridge are full of souls, and they are all in a mess. When will we find a new Meng Po?"

Just as a group of souls waiting to die crowded at the head of the bridge and sighed, the gate of the underworld slowly opened, and a man in official uniform and a black gauze hat walked out from the inside. All the ghosts immediately fell silent.

He was followed by a few servants with sad faces, only to hear the servants say to him: "My lord, the newly mourned souls have gathered at the bridge these days, and we can't find anyone to take up the post of Meng Po. After discussing it several times, we can't find a perfect solution, so what should we do?"

The judge looked around at the various faces at the bridgehead, and asked the messenger: "Are there any of these people who want to take over from Po Meng?"

"My lord, please don't do this again. If there is another Xiaocui, we really can't stand it."

"Then what do you think, have you discussed any useful results?"

"The little ones think that you should choose a person who has no previous life and no desire for the future. It is best not to remember the past and have no desire for the next life. It's just that it is too difficult to find such a soul. The ghost, either obsessed with the previous life and refused to leave, or rushed to the next life, where can I find such a ghost?"

The judge thought carefully for a while and then said to the overcast: "I do know that there is such a soul who can take on this task."

"Which one is your lord talking about?"

"Under the Naihe bridge is there a lonely soul attached to a stone?"

"My lord, this... I'm afraid it's inappropriate. Most of the people in the Santu River were extremely vicious people during their lifetimes. To save him from the suffering of his soul like this may cause others to discuss it."

"Hey... I don't know, but I'm afraid we can't find anyone else except him now."

As the judge said, he walked towards the bridge railing. He stood on the bridge facing the water and hooked his hands as if signaling someone to come over. He saw a shapeless translucent cloudy object floating out of the water and floating in the air. .

The judge asked: "Do you still remember your name and where you came from?"

It took a long time for the lonely soul to reply: "I don't remember anymore."

"Then do you remember how long you have been in the Santu River?" the judge asked again.

"I don't remember either."

"That's very good." The judge nodded, very satisfied.

"You are now incomplete, and your past and present lives cannot be reflected on the Sansheng Stone. I am afraid that you are the only one in the Three Realms who is a lonely soul with no past and no future. Would you like to stay on the Naihe Bridge to cook soup or continue to return to the world?" How about going to the Santu River and waiting for the day when your soul will fly away?" The judge asked him.

The lonely soul didn't answer but asked, "Where did the little lady who cooked soup on the bridge go?"

The judge pointed to the Bianhua flower that could not be seen at a glance on Huangquan Road, and said, "I'm probably looking for her dream in it."

The lonely soul asked again: "It's just that I don't understand some things, and I want to ask the judge a little bit."

"go ahead."

"Please also tell me, sir, whether there is really a destiny in the dark."

"I guess so." The judge nodded.

"Then who decides this destiny, and how will it be determined? Is there a fixed process and a standard for distributing blessings and misfortunes?"

"Ordinary people say that the destiny is determined by the sky, but it is not true. The fate of this life comes from the fruit of the previous life, and the generations are intertwined. It is like this from generation to generation. Whether the fate is good or not, there is actually not much that can interfere."

"According to the meaning of the adults, is it possible that our fate is in our own hands?"

"Indeed."

"But it doesn't look like this. If fate had given me the right to choose, then how could I have ended up like this? How could Mrs. Meng sleep forever in the flowers on the other side?"

"Think about it carefully, has fate really never given you the right to choose?"

The lonely soul was silent for a while, and said sadly: "Even if there was one, I have already forgotten it."

The judge looked at the turbid cloud in the air and sighed: "You also know that those who have been immersed in the Santu River after death are not good people, of course you are no exception. Everything you have been turned into dust during your lifetime, and you have been obsessed with it. Any meaning. Talk about others, I know you have spied on the fate of others, you might as well think about whether the fate of these two people was doomed to be a dead game from the very beginning."

The lonely soul replied: "Although what they experienced was not all disasters, but the murder of the two of them in the end was really helpless."

"Is that true? The wild wolf was originally an abandoned baby. It was his blessing that the teacher saved him from an early death, but he had a debtor and a debtor. He sealed the mountain with a fire, which really killed him. Too many innocent people, you said he didn’t have the right to choose before he set the fire? Could it be that someone forced him to kill innocent people indiscriminately? Could it be that Fushun’s eldest brother must die? The one who shouldn't, thought that he could achieve perfection for himself in this way. If he had chosen to be more self-improving a few years ago, how could he have missed the good marriage he saved in the previous life. The road was chosen by himself, but the ending There is a difference between success and failure. Where does it come from to attribute the failure of life to fate? When life is going well, how come few people thank God for his love. Pushing the responsibility that originally belonged to oneself to the ethereal and empty fate is Can you get peace of mind? Why don't you always understand?"

"But I still want to try my best to find an answer."

"Every sand, stone, tree, and tree in this world is a problem, and not every question has an answer."

"Is the answer unimportant?"

"No, but the breath of the moment is more important."

"What is written in the book of life and death of adults?"

"I don't know, the pen is not in my hand."

"How do adults think I should choose?"

"There are so many idiots in the world, why don't you take a look."

"That's what the adults said."

"You have no shape now, so I will follow the example of Empress Nuwa and use the soil from Huangquan Road mixed with three-coated water to shape your body. It's just that my ability is limited, and Huangquan soil and three-coated water are heavy. After you reshape, you will not be as good as ordinary people." You are as flexible as you are, and even your face is not very clear. In addition, your soul is incomplete, and your emotions and desires are gone. In the future, you will have nothing but cooking soup every day and listening to the past in the mortal world. You are willing."

"It's better than the soul flying away."

"It's so good." After the judge finished speaking, he started to take Huangquan soil to shape the body of the lonely soul.

Finish sculpting the clay body before the bell rings on this day. Even though the body is heavy, it feels much better than when floating in the water.Granny Meng stood up staggeringly, walked a few steps staggeringly, trying to get used to her body as soon as possible, when she was moving, she could hear the voices of people talking in the distance.

"Look at this little lady, she looks very white."

"Nonsense! Where did the little lady come from, the judge just clearly pinched an old woman."

"Both of you are mistaken, how can you say that the old man at the bridge is a woman."

"Hey, the more you say it, the more outrageous it is. How could Mr. Judge let a doll cook soup here?"

"..."

There were more and more discussions, and Po Meng looked down at her feet, and what she saw was a pair of legs that could not be more clearly made of clay, and the craftsmanship of the people who kneaded the clay couldn't be more rough.She smiled imperceptibly, set up the pot and started a fire, turned her head and greeted the crowd:

"It's late today, but you can enter the city after drinking soup before dark."

"Who will drink my first bowl of Mengpo soup?"

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