Meng Po closed his eyes slightly, continued to scoo up Meng Po soup, raised his hand and pointed to an empty wooden stake next to the cauldron, indicating that Chang Xi could sit down.

Chang Xi, holding a cave sword, was confident that he could slash the three ghost-controlling messengers under the sword in the light of half an incense stick, but he was very afraid of Meng Po, who seemed to have no cultivation. He had a very strong feeling that if he attacked this woman with no power, he would be on the spot in the next moment.

Meng Po’s hand was skillful and said without looking up: “Young people should not rush to kill their hearts. The underworld is different from the earthly world. The breath of the underworld here will subtly change your mind and nature. Don’t be blinded by the murderous intent, little guy.”

The woman in her ear said softly as if a big bead fell from a jade plate. The sounds were loud and deafening and reaching her heart, knocking on Chang Xi's original heart that was inexplicably killed. Chang Xi took a deep breath, put away the cave sword, bowed to Meng Po, and sat respectfully on the wooden stake.

Meng Po scooped up a bowl of Meng Po soup and handed it to Chang Xi, but the questions were a little different from what she asked others before.

"Do you drink?"

Chang Xi's eyes were flowing back and forth between the bowl of Mengpo soup, Mengpo's clear eyes for a long time, and shook his head and said firmly: "I won't drink it."

Meng Po seemed not surprised by the answer from the man in front of her. She took the bowl of soup back and asked, "I saw that you had not stepped onto the Wangxiangtai before and returned to the sun. It is stumped that you still have the feelings you can't let go or have the great ambitions you have not yet fulfilled?"

Chang Xi lowered his head and was silent for a while. Looking at the dead souls who never came out after entering the Hall of Yama Hall, he slowly spoke: "I just think that if I drink this bowl of Mengpo soup, I will lose something very important, that's all."

"Maybe."

Meng Po, who is more like the Queen of Fengyi in the Imperial Palace in the World, smiled faintly, glanced at the black golden dragon robe that Chang Xi was wearing, took out the ancient book with the "Merit Record" on the cover of the next table, blew away the thick dust on it, and said to Chang Xi: "Since you don't want to take off this robe, then I will change your way for you, and the merit mirror reflects your merit in the world."

Chang Xixin was puzzled and asked carefully: "I dare to ask Meng Po, I am just an inconspicuous member of countless dead souls. Why do you take good care of me?"

Meng Po, who is not inferior to the fairy in the painting, smiled very rarely and said with a smile: "Do you think your handsome appearance is so handsome that it can make a woman go crazy. Even Meng Po who lives in Naihe Bridge will be hooked by you to get rid of three souls and seven spirits, and are willing to make an exception for you to open the door of convenience?"

Meng Po’s sudden teasing caught Chang Xi off guard.

Meng Po looked up at the sky and said, "For thousands of years, I can't even remember how many bowls of Meng Po soup I sent away. I only remember the staggering elderly people crying about their children's unfilial piety; there are young men who sacrificed their lives for the country, with unfulfilled ambitions and full of sadness; there are haggard and hairy girls who are reluctant to leave to look back at their neighbor's lover on the Wangxiang platform; there are also ignorant and unopened yellow-mouthed children who bit their fingers beside me and asked curiously where this is."

Meng Po glanced at the pillar of luck above Chang Xi's head again, "There are so many people, but there are always some different people. You are the one who makes me most interesting except for the white-clothed sword immortal who also doesn't drink Meng Po's soup after walking through Naihe Bridge a few years ago."

Chang Xi was naturally not stupid. When he saw Meng Po looking up at his head twice, he recalled what he said to him at the Cheng family in Yaocheng, Huizhou, who was proficient in observing the qi technique of looking at each other. He vaguely guessed what Meng Po was looking at. With a hint of doubt and inexplicable trust, Chang Xi said frankly: "In the southern border area of ​​the earth, there are strange people who can seize the fortune of others for themselves. I heard that the powers in the second step of the great realm also covet the fortune of others. I can't see the depth of the master like you, why just glance at the pillar of luck above my head but not? "

Meng Po's hand was slightly stunned, as if she had heard some funny joke. She looked up and looked at the magnificent dragon and phoenix luck pillar above the little guy's head, and cursed with a smile: "Let's put aside benevolence, righteousness and morality. Even if I want to swallow your luck in one bite, I must first have a good tooth and a good stomach. I don't have that good fortune and capital, and I will be greedy for others' luck, especially a guy like you... with enough capital, an ordinary second-step monk does not even have the qualification to greed for your luck."

Chang Xi touched his head without any praise. With his current state, he could not see what his luck was like, but he really did not expect to get such a high evaluation in Meng Po's mouth.

But then Chang Xi shook his head mockingly.

What if you have good luck? Now I am already in the underworld.

Meng Po looked at the squatted squat on the tree with her collar. The squatted squatted squat, who understood it, took out a heavy glass from the canopy and jumped in front of Chang Xi.

The wizard was obviously still scared of the man in front of him with the dragon power, so he carefully raised the merit mirror to shine at Chang Xi. On the other side, Meng Po spread out the merit record that had been going through countless years, dipped it in the bright red juice grinding from the other side of the flower. Chang Xi, who was sitting opposite, could vaguely see that the merit record was mostly blank. In fact, there were only a few names on it. Among them, there seemed to be a man from the Yun surname of the human race with four words under the name of the book, which seemed to be written...

At this moment, Chang Xi's face was reflected in the solemn mirror of merit. The mirror surface that was like a deep well without waves was boiling in an instant, and the next moment, it burst out without any warning and illuminated most of the underworld!

The ghost messengers who were already half-kneeling towards Meng Po had turned into a slight shaped like a half-kneeling on the Naihe Bridge, and their heads were deeply knocked into the mud by the river. As for the three ghost messengers not far away, they were shocked. After looking at each other, they no longer hesitated and shook their official robe and their sleeves bent their knees and half-kneeling.

A person with immeasurable merits should be a hero in life and a hero in death. He should be worshipped.

The woman who was shocked twice in just one day complained. Fortunately, another man in the air jumped off the tree in time to help her hold up the mirror of merit. You must know that being rude in front of such a person with great merit is a great crime.

Meng Po lifted the bright red pen hanging on the record of merit and fell with difficulty.

With the golden light, Meng Po was able to see the past of this young sword cultivator.

Tengzhou City, where corpse energy is filled with everyone's own danger.

There are Hengduan Mountains where there are no taboos and thousands of demons gather together.

There are thousands of demons plundering blood and sprinkling Cangshan and Erhai Lake on the border.

There are also demon shadows that shake the clouds and see the sky of Wushan again.

Meng Po put down her pen and ink, her beautiful face was full of solemnity. Yingying stood up and bent down to make a fortune. Her red lips opened lightly and said, "Young master had great merits during his lifetime. She planted countless good fates and causes and effects for the human race with his own strength. The millions of people in the nine provinces were able to avoid blood disasters and man-made disasters. This is the greatest good thing. I can wait for me to bow."

All the dead souls on and under the Naihe Bridge also leaned over and knelt down.

When he first came to Huangquan, he was inevitably a little busy when he encountered such a situation. Chang Xi stretched out his hand, not knowing whether he should help the Huangquan ferryman who was known to everyone in the world. Looking at him kneeling down around him, he was not as proud as an ordinary person, but was stunned there awkwardly, falling into Mengpo's eyes, which brought her smile that she had never seen for thousands of years.

The woman's unique intuition told her that this young man, who was in a state of glory, died early by the gods, seemed to be faintly hidden, with a hint of fate.

Such a person as dazzling as the sun, can Huangquan really trap him?

Feeling the same shocking, surprising, but obscure but extremely powerful fluctuations in the Hall of Yama behind him, Meng Po dipped it lightly on the other side of the flower juice and carefully recorded the merit record. This man named Chang Xi's all kinds of amazing merits during his lifetime.
Chapter completed!