The Legend of Yin and Yang Ghosts

Chapter 181

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, but there is nothing in front of the bridge.

If you say that life is short, you will know that it is difficult to get together when you are apart.

I walked on the Naihe Bridge, watching countless lonely ghosts struggling and howling in the bloody river under the bridge, and watching the expressions of the souls on the bridge.There are sentimentality, grief, regret, relief, novelty, fear, bewilderment, and sigh~

Sigh what?Sigh that life is so mediocre, sigh that life is so short, sigh that life is full of pain, sigh that life has nothing to remember.

What is there to sigh?Sigh that I have no time to enjoy my achievements and fame, lament that I have nowhere to show my talents, lament that my wealth is not exhausted, lament that my beauty is all over but my body has returned to the earth.

What you can't see through is the heart, what you can't talk about is the past, when you regret it, you know that you didn't know how to cherish in your previous life, and you don't know everything is just a cloud after you return to your soul!
Even if you stomp your feet to shake the world during your lifetime, after your death, it will only turn into a sigh that erases the past on the Naihe Bridge on the other side!

The flowers and leaves on the other side bloom on the other side, and there is nothing to sigh on the Naihe bridge.

Looking back on the mortal world, I will never regret it, and I will go only because of love.

Step by step, I set foot on the bridge of Naihe and walked to the end of the bridge of Naihe, as if everything in this life had become a thing of the past in my heart.Sigh, sigh the endless past of the previous life!

But she, the girl who can never be erased from my heart, is not my past, but the motivation and goal for me to go on.

Jingjing~Where are you? If you feel the pace of my pursuit, can you stop and look back!
The helplessness in my heart turned into the driving force for me to move forward. The Naihe Bridge is not long, but it crosses the Wangchuan River, and it has come to an end before I know it.After getting off the Naihe Bridge, after walking, I saw a high platform in a flat ground. This high platform looks like a stone, but it doesn't look like it.

Under the high platform is a dark piece, like a cliff.Those ghosts all lined up to go up to the high platform one by one, because there were ghost messengers nearby to maintain order.

They stood on the high platform and looked down for a while, most of them came down with sad faces, some ghosts even cried to death, no matter how much the ghost guards beat them, they couldn't stop crying.

A male ghost in his 30s walked up, looked down the high platform, and the expression on his face changed immediately.

"Wuuuu~ my wife~ my wife, don't cry~ my daughter is still so young, I can only rely on you in the future, wuuu~ mother~ you are already so old, don't cry, take care of your body mother~ I'm sorry for you, How did the damn driver hit me to death? What will I do if my 70-year-old mother and three-year-old daughter are dead~ woo woo~"

The middle-aged ghost cried very sadly, but even so, there were no tears. Even if his red eyes cried sourly and astringently, he would not shed tears.Perhaps this is the truly terrifying point for these sad ghosts.

I searched for the shadow of the girl Jingjing in those ghosts, but I still didn't see it.Is she already at the next stop?
The Wangxiang Terrace by the Naihe Bridge, next to the Wangxiang Terrace is Meng Po Soup~ She has already gone to Meng Po's place to drink Meng Po Soup, right?
Sure enough, a small part of the ghosts who came down from the Wangxiang Terrace lined up to the other side, where a hunched old lady with a wrinkled face was stirring the soup in the pot with a big spoon in front of a big pot.

Then I handed bowls to the ghosts who came over to drink, and the ghosts who drank it immediately became dull-eyed, as if they had become idiots, and walked forward foolishly.

As for the ghosts who came down from Wangxiangtai, more ghost messengers let them go on the other side.

Looking at this scene, I always felt that something was wrong, and it took me a long time to think what was wrong.This seems to be missing a process, isn't it going to Fengdu ghost town?Will it be judged whether to be reincarnated or to go to hell after being judged?Why do they go down this road as if they just drank Mengpo soup and reincarnated?
And where did the ghosts who went the other way who didn't drink Mengpo soup go?

With this doubt, I went to a ghost and asked.

"Hey, brother, I heard that when people die, don't they go to the Palace of Hades in Fengdu Ghost City to be judged? Why did they just reincarnate?"

The ghost looked like he was in his 20s, and he didn't look like a ghost who had just died, because he had a strong ghostly aura.I just heard the buddy reply: "Brother? Just died? Let me tell you, those reincarnations are not just dead. Most of them have been waiting for hundreds of years, and some have been waiting for thousands of years before their turn to be reincarnated." Woolen cloth."

"Did you see that ghost? That's right, it's the old man who is slowly savoring Mengpo soup. Do you know who he is?"

The ghost said, and pointed at me, I looked at the old man with white beard and shook my head: "I don't know."

The ghost seemed to have known that I would say this a long time ago, and it just heard it say proudly: "Look at how ecstatic he is when he drinks Mengpo soup, he regards that Mengpo soup as wine. Hehe, I will scare you by saying it In a flash, he is the legendary poet Li Bai, the killer of Chinese textbooks that all elementary and middle school students hate!"

Hearing this, I stared at the old man who was still drinking Mengpo soup with wide eyes, and couldn't believe it.This is Li Bai?I actually saw a real person today~ Oh no, what a ghost?

If it weren't for the fact that there are too many ghosts maintaining order there, I can't wait to hold his old man's hand and say a friendly greeting to all elementary and middle school students across the country: Your uncle!It's okay to write so many poems, so that future generations will have to memorize them!
The old man finished the soup under the smiling eyes of Mrs. Meng, only to hear Mrs. Meng say to Li Bai: "Xiao Li, you are the first ghost to drink the soup made by my old woman with such good taste. Would you like another bowl?"

Li Bai wiped his mouth full of white beard and said, "Well, even though there was no wine during reincarnation, a bowl of soul soup can relieve your worries!" Seeing this, Po Meng laughed and filled another bowl of Po Meng soup for Li Bai , I just heard Li Bai holding the soup and said: "Putting a knife to cut off the water makes the water flow more, and raising a bowl to relieve the sorrow makes the sorrow even more sorrowful. Life is not satisfactory in this world, so I made this bowl of Mengpo porridge."

When I heard the last few lines of the poem from the fairy mouth in the distance, I was suddenly shocked by thunder.Are you really Li Bai?Is that really Li Bai's poem?Although only a few words have been changed, the taste has completely changed, right?Why do you feel so obscene?
But when the old man with white beard and hair said it, he raised his head and drank the bowl of Mengpo soup.

Immediately seeing that he was about to say something, he was immediately stunned, and then he shrugged his head and showed a smirk expression.Then he walked forward in a daze.

Immediately, Granny Meng muttered: "Oh, why did he drink two bowls! One bowl can forget this life, and two bowls might affect his next life. It's over, Xiao Li's next life is uncertain." Is it a fool or an idiot."

When I heard it in the distance, I couldn't help being stunned again. Will Li Bai be an idiot in his next life?I wipe it, retribution!
(End of this chapter)