Li Ting put away the jade vase and bowl, took one last look at the eight-leaf blackberry plant, and then walked out of the courtyard.
He returned to Naihe Bridge.
The beauty flowed slowly, the door to the underworld opened, and the ghosts lined up, drank Meng Po soup one by one, and crossed the Naihe Bridge.
Li Ting stood by the bridge and saw a figure wearing a top hat in the distance, handing a shackled ghost to the ghost officer and arranging it in the team.
The high hat is very similar to the one on Bai Wuchang's head, with the four words "The World is Peaceful" written on it.
"Is he Hei Wuchang?" Li Ting asked interestingly.
"Yes, Black Impermanence Fan Wujiu, he is responsible for the evil ghosts among the reborn ghosts, dealing with them according to their cause and effect during their lifetime, and then arranges for the evil ghosts who can be reincarnated to drink Meng Po soup and enter the six realms of reincarnation.
The ones you see in the team who are shackled are the evil spirits he arranged for reincarnation and sent to drink Meng Po soup."
Li Ting nodded and looked at the team. After all, there were only a small number of shackled ghosts. The unshackled ones should have been sent by Bai Wuchang. From this point of view, Bai Wuchang had to deal with fewer ghosts, but it was more complicated.
trouble.
After all, there are distinctions between evils. This is the underworld, and there are many beings who will not be reincarnated.
Speaking of which, I was not shackled when I first came to the underworld. I think I was teleported here by Bai Wuchang. Cultivators are decisive in killing. I can't guarantee that I won't owe anyone anything. After becoming a living ghost, I can actually be considered "good".
side?
Although he could barely be regarded as a colleague, Li Ting had no intention of greeting Fan Wujiu. He looked at him from a distance and took note of the other person's appearance, and then naturally looked away and looked at Po Meng.
"Did you find it?" asked Po Meng.
"Almost." Li Ting said calmly, glanced at the Wangchuan River, stretched out his hand and swept it in front of his eyes, and smiled at Po Meng.
Po Meng immediately understood what he was doing. She stood at the end of the Naihe Bridge. The water of the Forgotten River could just reflect her shadow, and the past was all in it.
"Looking in the mirror and forgetting the river." Po Meng said calmly, but for a moment she couldn't tell what her emotion was.
"It's rude to come and not go back," Li Tingsha said with some seriousness.
I still remember that when she first came to the underworld, Po Meng used Xunjing Wangchuan to spy on her past. At that time, he had a nameless anger, but he couldn't find the solution. He never imagined that he would be able to live today.
Po Meng looked at the childish look in the young man's eyes, and there was a strange gentleness in his eyes.
In the Forgotten River, Po Meng's reflection gradually became clearer. As the image changed, Li Ting discovered that he could use magic to affect its flow speed.
This should also be the reason why Po Meng could directly see twenty years of her past life and the next.
But he did not skip any scenes and chose to start from the birth of Po Meng.
Just like he spends his days and nights, Li Ting is not a naturally patient person, but his experience and pursuit have made him a person who does not let go of any information.
In the past, this kind of words was not enough to describe everything that constitutes a person, and it is always worthy of awe.
As long as he can see, he won't miss a single scene.
So, he saw a little girl born in a mortal village. She was not beautiful, but healthy and cute, slightly fat, and looked very blessed.
Her parents love her very much, and she is also very sensible. She is taller and stronger than her peers when she is only about ten years old. She helps the family farm and cook. Her wheat-colored skin looks very warm.
She is very smart and can read and write, but it is a backward village with old ideas, so she did not read to the end. She occasionally feels envious and feels a little regretful in her heart, but she never says that this regret has no impact.
The rice she cooks is the most delicious and the seedlings she plants are the neatest.
That is a girl who can do every ordinary little thing well.
Later, she grew up and got married. She married a scholar, who was much thinner than herself. The scholar's parents were very satisfied, thinking that she was strong and capable of working, and the children she gave birth to would be healthy. Her parents were also satisfied, because
She was very happy. She regretted that she could not study, so she liked scholars and married a scholar.
Her parents gave birth to her late and died a few years after she got married.
The scholar is gentle and elegant, and she is hardworking and simple. They don't understand vigorous love, but they live an ordinary and warm life.
They gave birth to a daughter, but within a few years, the scholar became ill. His health was never as good as hers, and he refused to recover from this disease no matter what.
She heard the immortal said that the ten-leaf white chrysanthemum could save lives, so she went to the mountains to look for it every day. After searching for four seasons, winter came again, and she couldn't find it for more than a year.
One day, when she came home from the mountain, her ten-year-old daughter found her and carefully handed her a white chrysanthemum with ten leaves, but she could see clearly that the five leaves of the white chrysanthemum were all made of paste made by her daughter.
It's glued on, it's sticky.
"Can you save daddy?" There were several small blisters on my daughter's hands, which were obviously burned when she was making paste.
"I'll try." She patted her daughter's hand with a gentle voice.
But when she went to visit her husband, she found that he had died.
His expression was very calm, and he was lying on the bed wearing long clothes, as if he was asleep, so her expression also calmed down.
She failed to find the real Shiba Baiju, and because she went up the mountain, she was unable to stay with him in the end.
The daughter walked in. She looked like a scholar, with a slim figure and a delicate face. She asked: "Mom, is dad awake?"
She shook her head silently, then saw her daughter lowering her head in disappointment, and said in a childish voice: "He said he was very tired and wanted to sleep for a while, but he didn't let me in, so why didn't he get up."
She didn't know how to explain it, but once she dug the grave and erected the monument, there was no need to explain it.
She did keep the ten-leaf white chrysanthemum glued with paste.
Later, when her daughter grew up and the white chrysanthemums were dried, she put the flower in the box. Later, her daughter also got married.
There are wrinkles on her face, but she can see a bit of what Po Meng looks like today.
Before her daughter got married, the weather was very hot, and the local custom was not to eat before the ceremony, so she boiled mung bean soup and put it in the well to cool down. After drinking, her daughter smiled, revealing a small tiger tooth, which looked very smart.
Just like her father when he was young.
She covered her with a red hijab and handed her to another man.
After her daughter got married, Po Meng still lived in her small thatched house and took care of the courtyard. The newlyweds would visit her several times a year and sometimes stay at home for a while. She could tell that they had a good relationship.
That's enough.
Another year, the old man with gray hair was sitting in the yard. There was mung bean soup in the well and beggar's chicken wrapped in lotus leaves in the soil. These were my daughter's favorite foods, and the child also liked them.
The child was her grandson, a very cute boy who was already seven years old. Her daughter and son-in-law listened to her advice and sent the child to school. The child was very smart and recited poems to her every time he came.
But after waiting for a whole day, she still didn't see the three people who were supposed to come.
She couldn't sleep well that night. Early the next morning, she left for her daughter and son-in-law's village in person. She thought of her husband who had passed away early. Her daughter's personality, appearance, and physique were all like his, and she was very worried.
My daughter is sick.
There was only one road between the two villages. She walked for most of the day and then stopped.
She saw dried blood on the ground and messy pieces of clothing.
The old man followed the blood trail and found the bodies of his daughter, son-in-law and child deep in the grass.
Only their inner clothes, their daughter's purse, and the child's gold lock were stripped away.
It's a robber.
With trembling old hands, she arranged her daughter's blood-stained single clothes, and pinned the messy hair on her face again and again, and then she held her daughter in her arms and held her for a long time.
Next to the husband's grave, three new graves were added. The child in the youngest one was only seven years old.
She dug out the ten-leaf white chrysanthemum. After so many years, the white chrysanthemum has become a dried flower, and its own leaves have fallen off, not to mention the ones her daughter had glued on when she was a child.
She boiled the paste again, glued all the leaves together, placed the white chrysanthemums on the bedside, and then couldn't help wiping her tears with her hands.
She didn't like to talk in the first place, and now she is even more silent. She only uses a cane to take care of the vegetable garden and cook a pot of mung bean soup every day. She only drinks one bowl and leaves the rest to who.
She aged very quickly, and her face was very calm when she died. The soup in the pot was still boiling, and the dried ten-leaf chrysanthemum was still holding in her hand. This chapter has been completed!