The world is so wild, I want to go to Kang Kang

Chapter 193 Meng Po (1)

The Forgotten River and the Naihe Bridge.

"Yue Niang, five hundred years are approaching, and your term of office is about to expire."

It was misty in the heights and there was a sound coming from afar.

It spread to the bank of the Forgotten River.

There is an ancient tree there, tall and dense, full of vitality that is rarely seen in the underworld.

Next to the tree stands a stone half a person's height, with the words "Three Lives Stone" engraved on it.

There is a woman wrapped in black gauze next to the Sansheng Stone.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, loosely tied up with only a wooden hairpin. When she bent down, a wisp of black hair fell on both sides of her forehead.

"It's been five hundred years. It's gone by so fast."

She slightly parted her red lips and stirred the soup in the jade tripod in front of her.

Hearing this, he stood up.

Looking up, I turned towards the boundless dome.

Only then did I realize with surprise that this woman was unusual.

The jade is flawless, yet it has cracks.

On the thin and fair face, there was a red silk covering the eyes.

The end of the red silk was hidden in her hair, so no wonder no one could see anything behind her.

She couldn't see.

Red silk and black gauze, with a figure as graceful as a willow.

However, even if only half of it is revealed, it is already peerless.

Sigh.

"The King of Hell is so powerful that he ordered Meng Po Yue Niang to make another pot of Meng Po soup, waiting for the next Meng Po to report in and take over."

"Yue Niang obeys the order."

He bowed his head and said "yes".

Although she was blind, she was already used to it and could tell who was coming by the sound of their voice.

This is the servant of the King of Hell, whose job is to convey his orders.

After sending the servants away, she turned back to stirring the old soup.

The handle of the spoon clinked against the bottom of the green tripod, indicating that the medicine was about to run out.

“There really aren’t many left.”

Meng Po's term of office is 500 years, and during that term there is only one pot of Meng Po soup, and each pot of Meng Po soup is specially made by the previous Meng Po.

This time, it was her turn to mix it herself.

“How many bowls are left?”

The voice came from an ancient tree nearby.

The underworld is indeed strange, the living die and the dead come to life.

Yue Niang stirred it a few more times, probably carefully estimating how many bowls of soup she could make.

"Um--"

She moved and turned behind herself.

"Probably, maybe seven or eight bowls."

"It seems that's enough."

The tree spirit's voice is deep and gentle. If it could transform into a human form one day, what a dashing man it would be.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see it either.

Old trees are monsters.

If she wants to cultivate into a human form, it will take a thousand years, but she doesn't know how old the tree behind her is.

The tree spirit and she have been friends for more than a hundred years.

Ever since she became Meng Po, the tree spirit seemed to have been here.

Now five hundred years have passed in a flash, and she has never asked the tree spirit how old it is.

But don’t worry, she asked first.

"Enough for what?"

This ancient tree is more capable of predicting things than even a serious Meng Po like her.

"Of course, it's the souls who crossed the Forgotten River and drank the Mengpo soup."

"Seven or eight bowls, seven or eight people."

"It should be these few days, you can finally leave."

It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but it sounded like it had gone through many vicissitudes.

"What? I'm tired of watching her for five hundred years. I'm looking forward to the next Meng Po."

She is also a talkative person and loves to chat with the tree.

Otherwise, these five hundred years in the underworld would be too lonely.

"Are you unhappy?"

Being a free soul is far more carefree than watching over the Naihe Bridge for a hundred years.

Meng Po is usually someone who has made a deal with the realm of Wuwang.

If she wants something, she has to give up something.

I don't know for whom and why she had to give up these five hundred years of helplessness.

Yue Niang nodded, then quickly shook her head.

"What do you mean?"

The tree spirit couldn't understand.

"I don't know whether I should be happy or not."

Her world was dark, and there was no colorful image in her memory.

If you don’t know, you don’t desire.

"Freedom, what should I be free to do?"

She didn't know whether she was asking the tree spirit or herself.

"Reincarnate, cultivate Taoism, become a god...you can roam the heavens and the earth, isn't that attractive enough for you?"

Tree spirits can only hold souls, but have no physical form.

No matter how much it longs for freedom, it can do nothing about it.

Yue Niang nodded, "Well, now that I hear that, I'm a little interested."

She said so, but it didn't sound as she said. There was not even a trace of joy and happiness in her voice.

"It doesn't matter," the tree spirit's voice sounded again, "You'll like it when you get out."

Yue Niang shook her head again, "Tree spirit, oh tree spirit, I can't see anything. What's the difference between going out and being trapped here?"

For her, this place even makes her feel more at ease.

The past events are soaked in the Forgetful River water and Mengpo soup day after day.

It's almost blurry.

Who is she? It’s Yue Niang.

I don’t know Yue Niang’s name.

I don't know why Yue Niang came.

No one knows why Yue Niang became blind.

Then, no one knows where Yue Niang will go.

But it seems like there is an old story living in my heart.

I can’t remember the details now.

But the force that was holding her back was getting stronger and stronger, so she was not very happy about leaving office.

Instead, he felt a little flustered.

It feels like I'm going to lose something if I leave here.

“There is a difference.”

The voice of the tree spirit at this time seemed to come from far away, vague and vague.

"Being a human can bring you love, being a god can change the world, you just forgot..."

"you know?"

She thought it was a dark tree that grew here.

"Tree spirit, what on earth are you? You have been here since I came here. How old are you now?"

"I was not born a tree. This is just a shell that houses my soul."

"what."

Yue Niang only then realized that she had never asked about this before.

Fortunately, the two of them are still with each other day and night.

Depend on each other for fate.

A guy who talks nonsense in his spare time...

"Then where did your body go? Can you get out?"

"You can come out, but it's not the right time yet."

He didn't seem to be worried about himself. Instead, he spoke calmly, as if he was talking about someone else's business.

"When was that?"

Yue Niang was very curious. She herself had no memory of the past, so she was very interested in the countless vastness of others.

"When she comes."

Unfortunately, he is just a tree now, so we can’t see his expression, we can only hear the complexity of his tone.

It’s neither expectation nor sadness, it’s hard to explain.

"Her? Who is she?"

Yue Niang didn't expect to ask such a gossip, so she hurriedly asked.

"Is it a girl?"

She has been Meng Po for so long, and what she has seen most are infatuated men and resentful women.

How many people linger by the Forgotten River, reluctant to drink the bowl of Meng Po soup, just to remember the memories with their loved ones.

Even those who have crossed the Naihe Bridge keep looking back at the world.

Even Meng Po soup cannot stop the love that transcends mountains and seas.

Even God has human nature.

Having seen all the love, hate, and emotions on the Three Lives Stone, I am still willing to repeat the same mistakes in the next life.

"one person."

He replied.

Yue Niang rolled her eyes ungracefully.

If it’s not a human, then it could be a ghost.

There are so many ghosts here, how can he not see one if he wants to?

She must be a widow on earth.

What kind of woman did she want to ask?

"I……"

Just as he was about to ask more, he was stopped by a breath of fresh air from the edge of Wangchuan River.

"Someone is coming."