As Qing Qingyi opened her body, Po Meng's eyes instantly fell on me, and her eyes immediately froze, as if her whole body had turned to stone.
"It's you?"
She murmured softly, and a strange look suddenly appeared in her old eyes.
The look in her eyes was filled with joy, tenderness, and deep disbelief, as if she were seeing her lover. Even her old face seemed to burst into a youthful glow in an instant.
If it weren't for the fact that she was so close, I would have thought I had seen her wrong, but her appearance really confused me, and I didn't know how to answer the call for a while.
I saw her step up and appear in front of me in an instant, her old palm slowly raised, as if she wanted to touch my face.
I instinctively wanted to dodge, but my reason told me that it was better not to dodge, because I felt that I couldn't afford to offend her, so I definitely couldn't anger her.
Although I don't know what happened, fortunately there was no malice on her face. Maybe this is not a bad thing for me.
The moment her hand was about to touch my cheek, she suddenly stopped. The look in her eyes gradually dimmed, and then she sighed softly and withdrew her hand.
"Hey! You're not him!"
There was an incomparable loss in his sigh, as if he had traveled through the long river of history and ended up in a dream. Although he couldn't empathize with it, he could still see his loss.
what happened?
This reminded me of Po Meng's life experience and origin. However, there are too many versions of legends about her life experience. Some people say that she is Meng Jiangnu who lived under the Great Wall. Some people say that he is a woman named Meng from the Western Han Dynasty.
People say she is the second daughter of Emperor Yao, Nvying...
I know no less than 5 versions, so I really don’t know her specific origins, I just know that it’s not simple.
But no matter what her origins are, or what the rumors say, one thing is the same: this woman is a miserable person.
I guessed that she regarded me as an acquaintance of hers, and most likely his former lover.
Damn it!
Am I the reincarnation of that so-and-so? Most likely, he is still a very awesome person, and I couldn’t help but construct it in my mind.
"You are not him, you are not him..."
While Po Meng murmured and repeated this sentence, she slowly turned around, walked back to the green lantern, slowly lifted it up from the ground, and then walked step by step towards the Naihe Bridge.
, the rolling thick fog also slowly dissipated.
"You come with me."
An old voice sounded, and before I could hesitate, Qing Yi pushed me hard with his hand, and I had no choice but to follow. Several people behind me quickly followed.
The Naihe Bridge was longer than I thought. It took me a cup of tea to reach the end of the bridge.
Po Meng stood hunched over in front of a stone platform, looking at a black round stone on the stone platform with an old and far-away look.
This should be Wangxiang Terrace, right?
It is rumored that the souls who walked on the Naihe Bridge will step onto the gazebo before reincarnation. Then, standing on the gazebo, when they look back, they can see their own lives and take a look at themselves.
Reluctant relatives, friends and lovers will then drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, forget the grudges and hatreds of the past life, and reincarnate into the next reincarnation.
It's just that the origin of this black stone is unknown, but its color looks somewhat similar to the rumored Sansheng Stone.
"Follow me to the stage."
Po Meng said lightly, and then walked up to the Wangxiang Terrace first. After hesitating for a moment, I gritted my teeth and prepared to follow. I never thought that Qingyi would grab me at this moment.
"Senior Po Meng, what are you..."
Qing Yi is obviously worried about my safety. After all, the old lady in front of me, who looks extremely weak, is the yin god in charge of the cycle of life and death. What if she calls me up, takes advantage of me not paying attention, and makes a bowl of Meng Po soup?
If you drink it down, then I am no longer a dog leader!
"Don't worry, I won't harm him! He has the power of merit and virtue and is not afraid of reincarnation!"
Meng Po's words also made me feel relieved. She nodded immediately and gave Qing Yi a reassuring look. Then she walked up to the Wangxiang Terrace without hesitation. Meng Po then walked to the black stone mirror.
He looked at me in the mirror and said
"This is a mirror made of Sansheng Stone. It can see a person's past and present lives. I want to see if you are him?"
Po Meng's intention was obvious. He wanted to see through this mirror whether I was the person he once knew.
Seeing my hesitation, he continued: "In exchange, I will take you to that door."
"What door?" I asked in surprise.
Po Meng did not speak, but pointed to the surging Wangchuan River at her feet. I was slightly shocked.
"Under the river, there is a Yellow Spring. The Yellow Spring is underground water that connects to the Nine Nether Hells. In the deepest part of the Nine Nether Hells, there is a bronze gate. If you want to find someone, you must go there."
My eyes lit up, and I quickly digested the information provided by Meng Po, but I couldn't help but ask: "What is behind the bronze door?"
Po Meng did not speak, but looked up at the sky.
Although he didn't say anything, I probably guessed it.
"Okay, I agree! What should I do?" I asked.
"A drop of heart's blood, a ray of corpse dog soul!"
Corpse dog spirit?
I couldn't help but think of the Luohua Cave God and the Blood-Eyed Imp. He seemed to have this weird ability.
But now was not the time to think too much about this. I gritted my teeth and took out a drop of my blood and a wisp of corpse dog soul. According to what Po Meng said, I slapped it hard on the stone mirror.
Strange to say, this stone mirror was able to absorb my essence, blood, and remaining soul at the same time. The next moment, I suddenly felt waves of spinning, and the world in front of me also spun, and then something began to appear in my eyes.
A strange and unpredictable picture emerged.
Yes, this is the first time I have seen my past life. In the past life closest to me, my identity was actually a teacher, and I lived a full eighty or ninety years. I was poor in the first half of my life, but by chance, I changed my mind.
Suddenly, he transformed into an antique dealer and tomb robber, because after robbing an ancient tomb, he was suddenly burned to death by a mysterious flame one day...
Then came my second to last life, my third life, my fourth life...
In these pictures, I began to play different roles: the old Taoist who hangs the pot to save the world, the bald man with a big braid, the general on the battlefield, the arrogant poet, the powerful minister who stirs up troubles, the miracle doctor who saves the suffering...
All kinds of characters kept appearing in front of my eyes like they were watching a lantern, faster and faster, so that later on, I could only barely see what I looked like in my previous life, and the scene changed accordingly.
This extremely fast switching made my brain buzz, and the intense dizziness made my entire consciousness seem to collapse at any time.
At this moment, the picture in his eyes suddenly stopped strangely and froze in a certain place.
I can no longer figure out which life of mine this is, and I don’t know why, but it suddenly stopped while it was going well.
Could this be my first life?
I raised my eyes and looked up, but what I saw in my eyes was a majestic figure, sitting on a huge dragon chair, looking sideways at the scroll in his hand.
Although I can't see clearly in this life, I can tell from the knife-like outline on the side, the dragon robe on my body, and the dragon chair under me, that this should be a young emperor...
OMG!
I’ve become the emperor?!
I can’t believe it, this character game is so awesome!
Think about that in that feudal dynasty, I was sitting on the dragon throne, deciding life and death with a wave of my hand, overlooking the country, and there were groups of wives and concubines...
It's exciting just thinking about it.
Who on earth is it?
When I looked at his clothes carefully, trying to use them to determine his identity, the young emperor, who had been motionless, suddenly turned his head slowly and looked towards me.