The difference between Mengpo soup and Wangchuan water is that when drinking Wangchuan water, people are alive, but when drinking Mengpo soup, people are dead. This is a secret. When I know this secret, I am about to leave
On the bank of the River Styx.
That day, I thought about chasing Tianyao's soul, so I raised my hand and wiped my neck, but what happened next was completely beyond my expectation. Tianyao was not found, but my Lingtai Mountain rolled up with a blue thunder,
I just felt light coming from all directions, and all kinds of waves from my past life poured into my heart, like a tsunami when the sky collapsed, completely submerging me in his lightning.
The memory blended into the glare and penetrated into my soul, seeming to tear me apart. Only then did I realize that I was an immortal.
But when I understood where I was, Po Meng brought a bowl of steaming soup to me and said, Congratulations to the immortal for failing the calamity and entering the six realms of reincarnation. After drinking this bowl of sweet soup, I will start over again.
Right? Don't worry, the soup is not hot. I added apples to give it some sweetness.
I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave.
Later, when I talked about this matter with Po Meng, I asked her, are you so kind to everyone? Po Meng was cutting a bunch of green onions. When she heard this, she wiped her tears and said, I haven’t been to heaven for a long time, I’m afraid I’m gone.
A few people remember what I look like, but it won't work if I go on like this, so I just want to leave a good impression on the immortals who have descended to earth to endure calamities, so that they won't completely forget about me.
I made a grimace and metaphorically said to her, "The living gods can't come to you. They will return to the fairy world directly after the calamity. The dead gods will forget you immediately after drinking the soup. They are determined not to remember you. Your attitude... seems..."
Not very important.
Po Meng put down the knife and smiled at me with tears on her face, "If I thought the person standing in front of me was a horse, donkey or something, and ordered you to drink it, would you drink it?"
I was immediately speechless.
Isn’t that the end? Meng Po rolled her eyes at me and continued working on her new soup.
Mrs. Meng's taste has been on the heavy side recently, and she can eat onions, ginger, garlic, etc., as she pleases, but the little guys who drink soup don't seem to have any complaints. This is probably the reason.
Going back to the moment when I first met Po Meng, I looked at this bowl of soup and remembered that I drank the water of Wangchuan River and descended to earth on the sixth day of June, 326 years ago.
I remember that before I drank the Wangchuan water, I went to Tianjie Academy to say goodbye to Duo Wen Yuanjun. When I said goodbye, he told me that this tribulation I would experience would be a real tribulation. I thought for a long time and asked, are there still gods?
Experiencing false tribulations?
He was stunned for a while and then he slapped me on the chest and said with a smile, "You're serious."
I had no choice but to laugh along with it. I thought in my heart, if it was a fake calamity, that would be great.
He said that Si Mingxing was very talkative when he was chatting with him, and he told him in general all the things I was going to experience in this life. Si Ming has a fortune book, and his experiences of deities descending to earth can be found in it, but he usually does not
I don’t like people talking about anyone’s life in private. I was doubting whether to listen, but Duo Wen told me directly that I would be trapped in a marriage, and this marriage would kill me. The problem was more serious, so let me
prepare in advance.
I smiled nonchalantly and said, the cycle of life and death is destiny, so why should we be afraid of destiny?
Duo Wen is as good as Si Ming in the field of gossip. I often listen to his gossip. The more I listen to it, the more I develop some resistance and don’t take what he says seriously. Besides, if I drink
Forget the river water, remember nothing, and listen to it in vain.
Did he say you don’t want to cultivate yourself?
I was confused in my mind for a long time before I realized the logic of this sentence. He meant that our cultivation as immortals is more important than our lives. If our lives are gone, we won’t feel anything. The worst we can do is reincarnate.
Things have been cultivated day by day for hundreds of years. You can't be lazy. Losing it is a big deal, so everyone regards cultivation as more important than life. And if I die because of the calamity... then
This is true to the most tragic numerology of the gods - your cultivation is gone, but your life is still there.
I smiled bitterly and said, I wanted to make preparations, but banishing the immortal did something that went against the laws of nature. If we change the laws of nature...how to deal with this backlash?
He couldn't answer it for a while.
I was very open-minded at the time, but I never thought that this marriage would not only mean my life in the mortal world, but my life as an immortal! At that time, when I looked at Po Meng’s lovely smile and that
A bowl of steaming soup, thinking of this situation, and understanding my current situation, I fell down in front of her stall.
What's going on, my suicide has destroyed my identity as an immortal?
Po Meng put down the soup, helped me up, and said, "Suicide is a serious crime. Didn't the Immortal know that only today?"
I stood stunned for a long time. Yes, I did not know until that day. I have always been a big-hearted person and pay attention to the good articles about heaven and earth every day. How could I know that these things about heaven are so complicated! Heaven is what I least understand.
I am not interested in the category I like to study.
Therefore, in the three hundred years since then, in addition to doing the most important thing here - looking for Tianyao's body, I have also occasionally been thinking about how to regain my identity as a banished immortal in my previous life.
Unfortunately, there is no answer in the loess.
Looking at the frame in front of me with a good figure, I was very disappointed. After three hundred years of hard work, it was nothing.
Just as I was thinking about whether to bury him back in the loess, I suddenly remembered that Meng Po said before that many people want to take everything with them when they die, even their wives. So... the owner of this corpse
She was probably one of these people. I don’t know how she was killed with this corpse. Was she buried as a sacrifice? Or...something else? This woman lived a miserable life.