Perhaps this "Wangxiangtai" is essentially a magical magic circle that can reflect the deepest memory of the hometown of the people on the stage. But no matter how he operates the "Free Heavenly Book", the scene in front of him is still vivid and without any fluctuations.

He looked down the stage and suddenly found a curved wooden bridge spanning a large river. The river water was as green as blue, but it was very shallow, and the bridge was only ten feet long. Two words were engraved with the bridge body: "Nao."

How could I see the endless smoke and waves and the long bridge that I have been walking for a long time?

At this time, a soul-catching messenger and others took a Yin God to the bridge and walked very slowly.

At the other end of the bridge is yellow dust, indifferent.

This hell path is completely different from the human path, the monster path, the Asura path, and even the hungry ghost path. It is mysterious and unpredictable.

The big green-faced ghost shouted impatiently: "Hey, the one above, come down soon. It's time to see, and you will have to add merits!"

Li Qingshan walked down from the Wangxiang platform in a daze. The fooled old man grabbed him: "Boy, give me Lingyu back!"

Li Qingshan said perfunctorily: "I will give you back later."

Niu Tou Abang was surprised in his heart: "Can this kid miss homesickness?"

The old man shouted, "Mamama, please make the decision for me!"

"Howl, keep going and take care of your stuff!" Ma Ming sneered: "Good boy, I see what you will do next!"

After passing Wangxiangtai, not long after, a tea shed blocked the way. It was either built on the side of the road or blocked on the main road. There were cliffs on both sides. A long banner on a flagpole of the tea shed was fluttering, with the word "soup" written on it.

An old woman with crane hair and chicken skin sat at the door, holding a spoon in her hand, and greeted: "Come on the soup."

Mengpo soup!

Li Qingshan looked up slightly. Just from the unlucky place built by the tea shed, he knew that this bowl of soup was probably something he could not ignore. He didn't see the merit box, so he felt a little relieved.

I got closer, but found something strange.

There were two soup pots in front of Meng Po, both of which were steaming. There were two stacks of bowls, one stacked with large and one stacked with small ones. The mouths of the big bowls were missing, and the black porcelain was gray. The small one was exquisite and the white porcelain doucai.

One pot of soup is as thick as asphalt, emitting an unpleasant smell of medicine; the other pot of soup is as light as white water, but it has a fragrance.

Meng Po first used a small white porcelain bowl, scooped out two bowls of clear soup, and handed it to Niu Tou Horse Noodles: "Two brothers. Lao Shi just used a newly cooked soup from a thousand-year-old hen, try it!"

The horse noodles were tasted: "Grandma Meng, your skills are still so good, but this material is getting cheaper and cheaper. Not to mention a thousand years, I don't think it's even a hundred years."

"Business is not easy to do, and those who have come here recently are all poor people!" Meng Po said to Li Qingshan with a kind look on his face: "Brother, which bowl do you want to drink?"

Li Qingshan had already heard Niu Tou Abang say on the road that the effect of this Mengpo soup is not to make people forget the past, but to seal all their cultivation.

Although it is the yang spirit and Yin spirit. Once you drink this bowl of soup, it is no different from that of a mortal, and you can no longer use any magic power.

In this state, once you re-enter the cycle of reincarnation, there will be a mystery in the womb, and all memories of the previous life will inevitably be lost.

But Niu Tou Abang didn't tell him that there were still some choices for this soup, so he reached out and pointed at the pot of clear soup.

"This guy is really good at choosing. After drinking this bowl of soup in my old body, he will not fall into hell. He will not forget the past!"

Meng Po smiled even more kindly, but she didn't rush to scoo up soup, but instead stretched out a chicken-like hand.

Li Qingshan immediately realized that the pot of clear soup was to be bought. And the price must be quite high, and it is probably one of the most needed links.

After drinking this bowl of clear soup, you can maintain your own cultivation. Even if you are sent to hell, you can still use spells to resist. Even if there is still a mystery in the fetus during reincarnation, you can save the memory of your thoughts and can be restored in the future.

It was definitely not accidental that Chu Tian was able to recover some of Lin Xuan's memories. It was because he drank this bowl of Mengpo soup that "don't fall into hell and never forget the past". Not to mention the soup, even if it was just a bowl of clear water, it could be sold at a sky-high price.

This level is crucial and a major event related to life and death. It is definitely not comparable to "famous attractions" such as "Wangxiangtai". Moreover, there is no choice at all. You have to drink even if you don't drink even if you don't.

Seeing that Li Qingshan couldn't take it out for a long time, Meng Po's face gradually became gloomy. She put down the small white porcelain bowl, picked up the large black porcelain bowl, and scooped a bowl full of: "The poor guys are only worthy of drinking this!"

"Oh, people say that he rewards good and punishes evil in hell, but I didn't expect that he still despises the poor and loves the rich!"

Li Qingshan sighed bitterly and took the big black porcelain bowl. The smell became even more pungent, and there were bubbles and insect-like things rushing up. I don’t know what disgusting things were being cooked.

Meng Po smiled sinisterly and said, "Don't look down on this bowl of soup. If the ingredients are in question, it is more expensive than this pot! If you drink it, you will never escape the torture and forget all the past!" He said sternly: "Drink quickly!"

Ma Mian sneered: "If you don't drink it, you will have to drink it."

Niu Tou Abang smiled and said, "Hey, old cow pays out of his own pocket. You can ask me to make a few more bowls!"

"What do you mean by this? Brother, you are spending money!"

Three faces stared at Li Qingshan, either stern, mocking, or sneering.

Li Qingshan Ben didn't think there was anything terrible about this hell, but suddenly felt a little palpitations: "Okay, I'll drink it! I'll just drink it!"

Seeing him pinching his nose and drinking the bowl of soup with a distorted expression, Ma Mi couldn't help laughing: "It's too late to regret it now."

Niu Tou Abang sighed in his heart. On the road to the underworld, he wanted to give Li Qingshan some treasures and ask him to make some things up and down. That was the simplest thing. But since you chose this path, you must go like this. Otherwise, how could a "smart person" who knows how to make some things up and down repeatedly and commit crimes?

Li Qingshan drank the soup in one go. The soup melted in his mouth, and a trace of it melted into the Yang Shen. He suddenly felt his whole body begin to numb, and he continued to walk forward staggeringly, his expression was extremely desperate.

Meng Po was used to such scenes, and she was too lazy to look at this poor man and went to entertain the next "customer".

Just as Li Qingshan crossed the soup pot, he suddenly kicked and kicked the pot of soup.

With a bang, the soup pot smashed into pieces on the rock wall, and the soup spilled all over the floor.

Even though Meng Po had the cultivation level of a ghost immortal, she was caught off guard and screamed in pain: "My soup!"

This pot of soup consumes a lot of precious materials to achieve the effect of sealing cultivation, and it is extremely difficult to cook.

Li Qingshan let out a breath, raised his eyebrows and said, "What a soup!" He said to the stunned old man, "I'm going to give you back."

Meng Po's chicken feet-like hands sternly grabbed his neck and sternly said, "Give me back the soup!"

"Okay!" Li Qingshan smiled and patted his stomach: "When I digest it, I will urinate and use it as a mirror for you to use, so that you can look at your old face so ugly!"

Meng Po was going crazy: "I killed you!"

"Okay, come on, I beg you to have fun, it's not human beings if you don't kill!"

Ma Mian was stunned for a while and asked Niu Tou Abang: "Is this kid brain-related?"

"Well, I'm not seriously ill!"

But for some reason, he just wanted to laugh and then let out a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!