Just like the process of pouring it out of a stone mold, Mrs. Meng repeats the same thing every day.

Collecting herbs, making soup, forging swords, chanting sutras... When the time comes in the evening, they go to perform their duties on the Wangchuan Bridge.

The bright moon shines on the upper stream of Qingquan Stone in Wangchuan River.

The days flowed slowly day by day. After the autumn rains came one after another, a cold wind blew, and snowflakes fell on the Wangchuan River.

In order to prepare for the coming of winter, Po Meng spent an autumn preparing enough herbs.

This is also the knowledge she has spent hundreds of years learning. Starting from summer, she must prepare elixirs for winter.

Pushing open the door, looking at everything in front of him, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh and took out the bamboo sword...

Whoever holds a bamboo sword and dances in the wind is not me, Po Meng.

She has read the Buddhist scriptures on cultivating the formless golden body countless times, but her understanding of the world has not yet reached the level of an old Taoist priest.

Unlike the old monk I met on the battlefield of Shura, who could understand all the principles of the Buddhist scriptures and integrate them into his own flesh and blood.

The important thing is that she needs to change her way of knowing the world, such as her understanding of darkness and light.

As well as her understanding of the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and her sincere desire to integrate two different sword styles.

From Four Symbols back to Liang Yi, and then find a way to return to the original Wuji...

This is an arduous process of understanding, and it will take her more time, perhaps after she has completed her transformation.

Only at the moment when you understand the laws of heaven and earth can you understand these principles.

It was a pity that she could only understand the wisdom contained in each Buddhist scripture, and even the old monk could not explain it to her one by one.

Those seemingly short sentences contain many profound truths.

Therefore, after practicing to the third level of the formless golden body, she stopped there for the time being and could not make any further progress.

In the wind and snow, she slashed at the snowflakes in the wind again and again with the bamboo sword in her hand.

If you are immovable, this is the Dharma of Buddhism.

Silent as a rock, this is her swordsmanship.

Last year I cut countless snowflakes, but this year I no longer think about how many snowflakes I can cut with one sword, but whether I can cut a snowflake into three? Or even four?

With a soft buzzing sound, the bamboo sword in his hand seemed to be a little lighter, and a golden light emerged from the divine sea.

Po Meng took back her bamboo sword and looked up at the sky. She was startled by her own thoughts.

After practicing so hard back then, the only person I wanted to surpass was the gentleman who cut down fifteen snowflakes with one sword.

Along the way, I don’t know how many places I have walked through, and I don’t know how many realms I have traveled to.

In the end, she discovered that the person she wanted to surpass in swordsmanship was actually herself.

I have memorized Buddhist scriptures by heart, but my understanding of Buddhism is still insufficient.

Therefore, she was unable to break through the situation, as if she could only sigh with emotion in the face of the snowstorm.

With her current wisdom, she is still unable to comprehend higher levels of Buddhism.

Just like the bamboo sword in her hand, even if it is replaced by the Samsara Sword...it can't cut the snowflakes in the wind into three petals with one sword, for the same reason.

Therefore, a snowy day is a good weather for making swords, because there is enough snow water for her to quench the different sword embryos one by one.

As the days passed, the sword embryos piled under the roof gradually took shape under her hard work and took on the appearance of a spiritual sword.

In the following days, she was no longer in a hurry to forge swords.

Instead, just like the Tingyu Sword, try to imprint three different restrictions on each sword hilt.

In her opinion, the existence of the Divine Sword would not be allowed under Mount Sumeru. After all, as the old Taoist said, Mount Sumeru now is also a world with incomplete heaven.

If the way of heaven is not perfect, it will not allow the existence of gods.

Every day, in addition to watching the long night of wind and snow on Wangchuan Bridge, I work hard in the small courtyard.

She is no stranger to sword-making. As time goes by, she seems to have gained a deeper understanding of Buddhism.

The biggest difference is that the Phoenix Divine Fire in her body is no longer as unruly as before.

Instead, she became quieter and softer. Before, she could wave a divine fire of destruction with her wave of hands. Now, she seems to be able to condense divine fire as long as a hair.

She was even thinking that if she could hide this faint trace of Phoenix Divine Fire in her sword energy, she would be able to give her opponent an unexpected surprise with just a thought.

At the moment, she has not yet reached the state of using heaven and earth as a melting pot.

However, she could already feel a trace of the power of heaven and earth at the moment she swung the hammer.

Like the spring breeze turning into rain, it slowly blends into the sword embryo.

…

It was the winter solstice, and the flying snow in the night sky gradually stopped.

On a moonless night, a few stars fell, illuminating the deserted Wangchuan Bridge.

Different from the past, there were very few creatures crossing the bridge tonight, less than ten people in total.

As usual, the cold wind blew on the bridge for two hours, just when she had packed up some belongings and was about to return to Huangquan Village.

Suddenly a weak voice sounded behind her: "Excuse me, can I go through here?"

When Po Meng heard the voice, she was startled. She turned her head and looked at the woman in front of her. She was stunned and speechless for a moment.

Before the woman in front of her could ask any more questions, Po Meng, who was wearing a white dress, just heard a swish sound and two lines of hot tears rolled down her face.

He reached out and pulled the haggard woman in green clothes in front of him and murmured: "Sister Yueying, is that you?"

The woman in green clothes was also startled, and asked blankly with a pair of confused eyes: "Sister, do you know Yueying?"

Po Meng couldn't bear it anymore, so she took her hand and sat down next to her. She took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears on her face and asked, "Aren't you with Hua Luoyu?"

Yueying was dumbfounded when she heard this, thinking that the only one who knew about Hua Luoyu and herself was the brother who never saw the end of Shenlong.

But in front of me is clearly Po Meng on the Wangchuan Bridge?

Seeing that it was getting late, Po Meng took out a small piece of incense from the space ring without saying a word, lit it with her hand and put it on the table.

Then he muttered: "Excuse me, sir, come up and I'll buy you a drink."

After speaking, he took Yueying's hand and said, "Don't rush to cross the bridge yet. I'll ask someone to come up and ask you clearly. Why did you suddenly die when you were so good at life?"

Looking at the woman in front of her, Po Meng felt both painful and happy in her heart.

The painful thing is that I have just solved Wu Xin's matter, and I still haven't figured it out when I returned to Wangchuan.

Now it's good, Yueying, who has been missing for a long time, is going to cross the bridge and be reincarnated.

Happily, my incarnation as Po Meng actually recognized Yueying on the Wangchuan Bridge. Since I haven't crossed the bridge yet, I might still have a chance.

From her point of view, everything was still too late.

When the two of them were holding their heads and crying, they saw a breeze blowing on the bridge. Before Yueying could scream, Po Meng had already covered her mouth.

Then he looked at the visitor and smiled bitterly: "Drink first? Or should we talk about business first?"

King Qin Guang, who was dressed in black robes, glared at her and asked: "Why did you become Po Meng? Where is she?... You already owe me a favor, hurry up and pour the wine."

Hearing this, Po Meng quickly pulled up a chair and asked him to sit down. Then she took a jar of spiritual wine and poured it out for him.

Then he pointed to Yueying on the side and said leisurely: "This is my sister Yueying... We haven't seen each other in heaven and earth for countless years, but I didn't expect to meet here today..."

King Qin Guang thought for a while, looked at her and asked: "So, what do you want me to do?"

Po Meng sighed softly and asked: "Can I avoid reincarnation?... I will stay here for a few years and give you a jar of spiritual wine every year. How about it?"

King Qin Guang ignored her, but took a sip of the spirit wine from the bowl in front of him, and then burst into laughter.

"You are trying to bribe me. How can you buy the Tenth King of Hell with a jar of spiritual wine?"

King Qin Guang's eyes were wide open with anger, and Yueying was so frightened that she hid behind Po Meng, her whole body trembling.

Po Meng became a little angry when she saw him. She looked at him and replied with curled lips: "There are countless living beings in the six realms of reincarnation every day. Can you guarantee that there are no unjust deaths among them?"

Looking at King Qin Guang who was drinking silently with his head down, Meng Po couldn't help but said: "If a vat of wine is not enough, then a vat of wine will do. In the next few years, I will brew you a vat of spiritual wine every year."

King Qin Guang was laughed at by him, and after thinking for a while he replied: "Even if something unjust happens, it is God's business. We only care about the people below, not the people above."

When Po Meng heard this, she squinted her eyes and said, "It just so happens that my sister hasn't drank this bowl of soup yet. How about you think of a way to let her go to the village with me..."

King Qin Guang laughed when he heard this: "You won't invite me to drink and eat meat in the middle of the night, right?"

When Po Meng heard that there was something going on, she quickly replied: "What's the problem? You can come over at noon tomorrow, or at You hour, and I'll have a whole pot of meat waiting for you."

King Qin Guang seemed to have expected that Po Meng would do this.

He didn't say anything at the moment, but a golden light flashed in front of him, and a thick book of life and death appeared in his hand.

Looking at the moon shadow behind Po Meng, he asked: "Where is the little girl from? How old is she today? Why did she die..."

When Po Meng heard this, she couldn't help opening her mouth and replied: "Sister Yueying, a member of the Yuezhi Dynasty in the southern border of the Five Domains. Later, my husband and I went to the foot of Mount Xumi...Sister, how old are you this year?"

Po Meng knew all about Yueying's life experience, but she didn't know how old Yueying was now?

Because of the changes in heaven and earth, he had long been lost in his own time.
To be continued...