Male Meng Po

At the end of the busy commercial street, there is an old teahouse.

This is an old house, and the notches on the walls are evidence of its long history.

No one knows how long this teahouse has been open, let alone who is the owner of this teahouse. Even if the times change, this teahouse will not fall down.

Everyone knows that there is a teahouse here, but they have never been interested in stepping into it, and some people even avoid it unconsciously.Those who enter are all related to that world, or belong to that world.

The outside of the teahouse is the yang world, and the inner door is the underworld.

This teahouse is called Mengpo Pavilion in the underworld.

This is the connection point between the underworld and the yang world. The ghosts come to Meng Po Pavilion and drink soup from the pot outside the pavilion. After drinking the soup, they can forget their past and cross the Naihe Bridge to enter reincarnation.

It's just that it's not a woman who sits in Meng Poting at this time, but a man.

Behind the inner gate of the teahouse, beside the Naihe Bridge.

"How many ghosts have passed today?" Yue Banqi asked.

"My lord Meng Po, today there are 85 ghosts and 32 people, and [-] of them insist on refusing to drink Meng Po soup." The little ghost opened the curtain and came in to answer.

Moon Banqi: "Master Meng. Why?"

The little ghost said: "Some say they need to remember their previous lives, some say their lovers are waiting for them, some argue that they want to pay back their lives, and some say they died in vain and want to time travel."

Yue Banqi raised her head: "Traveling? Where do you wear it?"

The little ghost shrank his head: "This, this... how do you know." He has been a little ghost here for more than 200 years, and now the new ghosts can't understand much.

Yue Banqi lowered his head again: "Those who traveled through the soup, and those who returned to Yang, remember that those in the previous life also poured soup, and those who didn't want to drink were poured down. The violent and uncooperative ones threw off the bridge, but there is no shortage of lonely souls under the bridge. Wild ghost. If you wash your brain, you will always be sober."

"Then the name on the book of life and death..."

"Keep it for now." Yue Banqi sighed, "There are a lot of people who want to be reincarnated as human beings, these few are not bad."

The little ghost responded and backed out.

Yue Banqi picked up the book of life and death and covered his face, and fell on the chair.

Now he fully understands how the previous Granny Meng was so moved that she almost shed tears when she saw someone handing over.

She kept muttering during the handover: It's been 2000, and finally...

Finally retired!

Even if you are black and white, you don't do Meng Po's job!

After Meng Po's shady job finally fell on Yue Banqi, the Meng Po, who had been in office for more than a thousand years, sang loudly and left Meng Po Pavilion.

At that moment, Yue Banqi thought she was crazy.

But now, Yue Banqi feels that she is going crazy.

There are several underworld judges who judge the dead, and the king of Hades is in charge of the hell.Even so, the yin officials are a bit busy.But there is only one Naihe Bridge.

And Meng Po, there is only one.

Other yin officials are busy, and Po Meng will only be busier.

More and more ghosts were reincarnated, and Po Meng started to make soup by herself and distributed it herself, to need the help of little ghosts to distribute it, and when one team was not enough, at least six teams were required to distribute Meng Po soup in time.

The line waiting for reincarnation on the Naihe Bridge is long and crowded.Even if Po Meng freed her hands and just boiled soup for the kid to distribute, there would always be many things that bothered him.

But when all the ghosts are eager to reincarnate, there are always some uncooperative ghosts, begging to be sold miserably, wanting to stop drinking, or seeking other treatment.

Where is this place?With bargaining?

Those unreasonable troubles were naturally poured down with a bowl of soup, and thrown into reincarnation.

"Master Meng Po."

"Master Meng." Yue Banqi said.

"Today there is a ghost who has been up and down in the Wangchuan River for thousands of years. It should be reincarnated. What should I do?"

Moon half seven: "Forget about the ups and downs of the river for thousands of years?"

The kid nodded: "Yes."

Yue Banqi: "You let him come in to see me."

The little ghost nodded and went out. After a while, a man wearing a shirt and a hair crown came in. He cupped his hands and bowed to Yue Banqi when he entered the door. Turn around and look around.

"Don't look for it, I'm in charge of Po Meng." Yue Banqi said, "Incumbent."

The man's eyes were a little confused, but he still nodded and said, "My lord, Mrs. Meng."

"My name is Meng Ye." Yue Banqi said, "When did you give birth?"

"Thousands of years have passed, Xiaosheng no longer remembers."

"When will you be reincarnated?"

"Xiaosheng walked into the Wangchuan River on the day he was reincarnated, and he just came out today. It must have been a thousand years."

"Thousands of years..." Yue Banqi looked through the book of life and death for a long time. The book of life and death a thousand years ago was not as thick as it is now, but there were still a lot of people, and the font at that time was very different from now. It took a long time to find a name.

"Kong Yu, whose name is Chaozong." Yue Banqi said, "Born in the third year of Zhidao, a native of Zhengzhou, died of illness. He was 21 years old at the time. He was a good man. You are sentenced to reincarnation as a human being, and you should go to a wealthy family with good fortune. Strange... …Why did you fall into the Wangchuan River instead, and not enter reincarnation for a thousand years? Once you enter the Wangchuan River, no matter how big the blessings are, they will be washed away by the Wangchuan River. Whether your next reincarnation will be a blessing or a disaster depends on yourself luck."

Kong Yu: "Because I did it voluntarily. At that time, Po Meng told me that if I want to see my true love in the next life, I should not drink Meng Po soup, but I need to jump into the Wangchuan River and wait for thousands of years. Immortal, still remembering the past in the previous life. Then you can re-enter the world and find her."

Yue Banqi: "Indeed... there is this rule."

Meng Po Tang Wangqing, but if someone insists on not forgetting everything, Meng Po can naturally let it go once, but the price will be tortured in the Wangchuan River for thousands of years.Not only that, the Wangchuan River can be seen from the Naihe Bridge, but the Wangchuan River cannot be seen from the Naihe Bridge. Those who fall into the river can only watch their sweetheart walk over the Naihe Bridge over and over again in the millennia, drink Bowl after bowl of Mengpo soup.

I don’t know how many people fell into the Wangchuan River, and there were quite a few people who jumped into it voluntarily, but not many people persisted. After they came out, they only asked for a bowl of Mengpo soup, forgot everything, and re-entered the cycle of reincarnation.

Those who have watched it for thousands of years should have understood that even if they retain their memories and find someone, the other party will not remember anything, and all that is left to them is torture.

It's rare to see a fool who has never changed his mind for a thousand years.

I just took office on the seventh day of the month, and I saw this one.

It should be said that the most stubborn idiot is undoubtedly a scholar.

"Since that's the case, you can go." Yue Banqi said.

"Can I be reincarnated to be closer to her?"

Yue Banqi said: "... yes."

To treat such a person, Yue Banqi can be a little soft-hearted.

Because such fools are too rare.

And the law is merciful, as it has been for thousands of years.

The scholar still remembered the place where his beloved was reincarnated, so he sent him there on the seventh day of the month. Seeing the soul that had stayed in the Wangchuan River for a thousand years disappear on the other side of the bridge, he felt a little disappointed.

That scholar didn't drink soup to preserve his memory, but his memory was clean from the very beginning, not even recorded in the book of life and death.

"Ghost three." Yue Banqi was calling the name of the little ghost just now.

The white-faced kid responded, opened the curtain and asked: "Meng, Master Meng, what's the matter?"

"I'll go to the teahouse for a while. Call me over there if you have something to do."

The kid nodded in agreement.

Unlike her predecessor Meng Po, Yue Banqi prefers to go to the teahouse on the other side of Yangjie to rest for a while and watch the people coming and going on the street, even if most people will unconsciously ignore it. The store beside me and Yue Banqi who was visiting by the window, it was as if they didn't exist.

Yue Banqi didn't know why, maybe he wanted to retrieve his memories of his previous life by looking at this place.

This street is very bustling, and many people passed by the store front and back. On the seventh day of the month, I looked at the clothes of the passers-by, judged their identities, and occasionally listened to the customers of several nearby stores talking and arguing.

Today, I have heard enough laments and crying by the Naihe Bridge, and this lively atmosphere is even better.

Then, on the seventh day of the month, I saw a girl wandering outside in confusion. When she looked up, she saw this teahouse and the name of the teahouse—Wangxiangtai.

The girl burst out laughing and walked into the teahouse.

This is a very young girl, about 20 years old, dressed in simple but fashionable clothes, which is incompatible with the antique style decoration in the shop.

"Is anyone there?" The girl smiled sweetly, and tilted her head to look around the store, "This...is a teahouse, right?"

Those who can enter are either those who should belong to the underworld, or those who are related to the underworld.

Yue Banqi looked at the girl, she was alive.

Yue Banqi came down from upstairs: "Drink tea?"

"So young!" The girl exclaimed after seeing Yue Banqi go downstairs, and asked with a smile, "What a handsome little boss, are you married?"

Yue Banqi shook his head.

"Then consider me?" the girl said, pointing at herself.

Yue Banqi still shook his head.

The girl shrugged her shoulders, pretended to sigh sadly: "I knew no one would like me..."

The following words were a little vague, and Yue Banqi didn't hear clearly.

The girl cheered up quickly and asked, "What kind of tea do you have?"

"Mengpo soup."

The girl was startled, and then laughed loudly: "Hahahaha...Mengpo soup, boss, you are really interesting here, the name of the shop is Wangxiangtai, but the tea sold is Mengpo soup? Could it be that behind the small door is Naihe Bridge?"

Yue Banqi nodded.

"You're so funny," the girl said. "I'd like a pot of tea. It's cheaper."

Moon Half Seven: "Only Mengpo Soup."

The smile on the girl's face gradually faded: "Boss...it's so cold, isn't this a tea house? I can drink whatever I can, I just want to come in and have a rest."

"Then Baishui." Yue Banqi said.

The girl put her chin on her hand and said to Yue Banqi: "White water is white water, I won't pay for white water, boss."

Yue Banqi smiled slightly.

When the waiter who delivered the white water 'walked' over, the girl couldn't help but laugh.

The white translucent skirt, the pale face, the slightly rolled up long hair, the clear strangle marks on the neck, and the feet that didn't touch the ground were not human.

No matter how rough the nerves of the girl, she also sensed something was wrong at this time.

For example, since she came in, it was a cool room without air conditioning.And the doors and windows are wide open, but the noise of people outside can't be heard at all.And since she came in, no one came to visit or poke around curiously.

Obviously in the bustling commercial street, such unique shops and shop names are very prominent and conspicuous.

This store, in the true sense, is not located in the yang world, but at the junction of yin and yang. It is the only place where ghosts from the underworld can meet people in the yang world.

The dead souls of Yincao look at their hometown and relatives in the distance, also known as Wangxiangtai.

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