Seeing that the two little ghosts, the wizard and the whistle-in-law, dragging the merit mirror to the tree with difficulty, Chang Xi stood up and put on a hand, which made the two little ghosts cry. Chang Xi shook his head and laughed. He was still the same as before. He was used to hard life, and he could not stand others nodding and bowing to him. Could it be that this is what the ancients often say that sometimes there must be destiny, and he can't even get rid of it?

Meng Po, whose face returned to his quiet face, did not rush Chang Xi, and continued to let the dead souls on the Naihe Bridge start to flow. Bowls of Meng Po soup were handed out, and one after another, "Do you want to drink Meng Po soup?" outlined a wonderful picture that people on the Naihe Bridge cannot see.

Meng Po, who said this sentence repeatedly over countless years, undoubtedly had a box of words in her heart that would not be easily revealed to others. This box of conversation has quietly opened.

She said, "There are the ten palaces of Yama in the Yellow Spring Realm responsible for guiding and deciding the destinations of the dead souls. There is a Naihe Bridge outside the other nine halls. The ones stationed at the bridgehead to ferry the souls are my clones. I guess, can you know why my body is willing to stay outside the Yama Hall in this fifth hall?"

Chang Xi innocently spread his hands, thinking that he would not know about such things in the underworld.

Meng Po looked up at the Wangxiangtai standing like a bow on the other end of the Naihe Bridge, and asked and answered, "Because the most humane here in the Yanluo Palace."

"Human touch?"

Meng Po pointed to the Wangxiangtai, "Because outside the ten halls of Yama, only here is the only place to repair the Youwangxiangtai, giving the souls who have not stepped onto the Naihe Bridge the opportunity to look back at the reluctance and love in the world."

Chang Xi was a little surprised. It turned out that there was only one Wangxiangtai in the entire Huangquan Realm.

Meng Po said: "The King of Yama in the Fifth Hall is different from the other leaders. He is a kind and kind wise king. He was originally the master of the First Palace of the Underworld. He died of pity and was repeatedly released to Yang Shenxue. Then he was sympathetic to the ghosts' homesickness and ordered the ghosts to repair the Wangxiangtai outside the halls. Unfortunately, this incident finally touched the secret interests of the Ghost Emperors in the Underworld. Then they jointly put pressure on them to transfer to the Fifth Hall. Even the Wangxiangtai was demolished to the last one."

Chang Xi bowed to the Hall of Yama from afar. Such a wise monarch deserves his worship.

Chang Xi's thoughts were getting farther away, because in his imagination, the underworld should be just a transit place where dead creatures from all walks of life reincarnation. But now it seems that the underworld is clearly like the Jiuzhou and the Demon Realm in the world, and it is also a separation between the heroes and the undercurrents between each other.

Chang Xi was not in a hurry to leave. Looking at the souls who had physical fire or no physical body, he asked softly: "Do these ghosts eventually follow the verdict of King Yama and then reenter the cycle of reincarnation?"

Meng Po glanced at him and said, "It depends on their merits during their lifetime."

A short and fat man with a butcher-like appearance beside the tree stopped and was stripped of his clothes and weighed by the snatched wife and the hanger. The treetops were soon bent by the butcher's clothes. Another woman with a lonely appearance in her twenties was stripped of her clothes and weighed, but the curve of the branches did not change at all.

Meng Po whispered: "For example, this butcher was extremely murderous and injured in the good deeds during his lifetime. When he was judged by King Yama, there would be no room for bargaining. The name of the Fifth Hall is still in charge of the 16-story small hell. This butcher will inevitably suffer the punishment of cutting off tendons, bones, and flesh, and then enter the animal realm. On the contrary, the woman who was born in poverty and died of illness would be much better. Not only would she not face the punishment of hell, but she could also choose freely in reincarnation and settle in the underworld. This is the benefit of merit."

Chang Xi asked calmly: "How should King Yama decide if he is like me who is unwilling to reincarnate with Mengpo Tang and reincarnation?"

Meng Po, who smiled more than a thousand years in one day, smiled and said, "Actually, I am quite confident in the taste of the Meng Po soup I made. No matter what, I have been cooking at Naihe Bridgetou for thousands of years. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and the skills are absolutely not bad. You don't say it's not good to drink so many ghosts. Do you want to taste it by taking a small sip?"

"They have to remember drinking your Mengpo soup."

Chang Xi complained in her heart with laughter and tears, and then righteously rejected the beautiful woman's suggestion that she would lose her life if she didn't do it well.

Meng Po sighed and said, "Then there is only one last solution."

Chang Xi asked nervously: "What do you say?"

"Jump down from here."

Meng Po pointed to the surging Forgetful River under the bridge with a look of course.

Chang Xi's heart was no less turbulent than the Wangchuan River under his feet. When he stepped on the Naihe Bridge, he had already seen the bloody and yellow dirty river water. The river water was filled with insects and snakes, mixed with poisonous miasma, and countless drowning ghosts were swaying in the turbulent water. This Wangchuan River, which was more turbulent than the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, stretched to the distance that he could not see. God knew whether he could survive by jumping into the river.

Chang Xi turned his gaze, hoping to see the meaning of joking from Meng Po's face. But unfortunately, Meng Po's face was only serious and serious at this time.

Meng Po looked directly at Chang Xi's golden eyes and said seriously: "Huangquan has its own rules. People with great merits do enjoy many privileges, but Huangquan's iron law is insurmountable. Even if you are a rare hero of the human race for thousands of years, you will not be able to write about reincarnation."

Looking at the man in front of him clenched his fists on his knees, Meng Po said softly: "I have never lie to you. If you don't drink Meng Po soup, it means you still have a attachment to the world that you can't let go or cannot let go. Then you can only jump into the Forget River and go with the flow, and the Forget River determines your destination, and life and death are from heaven."

Chang Xi glanced at the Hall of Yama not far away, which was reincarnated in the cycle of reincarnation, and finally nodded silently, "Since that's the case, I know."

"Don't be discouraged by my great merits."

Meng Po poked Chang Xi's arm with her fingertips, like a weak Liu Fufeng. She said in detail: "The real realm is comparable to the mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm of transformation, the Buddhist Vajra Nirvana Body that has reached the fullest, the bloodline of the dragon clan of the demon world, the perfect formation master realm, the small bell in the sea of ​​consciousness, there are a few rays of divine thoughts that can only be cultivated by the powerful power of the God Transformation Realm, and the two small objects of the artifact-level staring at me on the lotus platform of your Dantian. I have never taken away or imposed restrictions. Can't you be a little optimistic?"

Chang Xi laughed and said, "It's really impossible to hide anything from your eyes."

Meng Po covered her mouth and chuckled, "After all, you were a meritorious human race during your lifetime, and these privileges were exchanged for you with your life."

Chang Xi stood up and sincerely thanked the woman who was generous to him, then turned around and walked to the Naihe Bridge without any hesitation.

"Hey." A gentle woman who was like a flower blooming on the other side shouted softly at her back.

Chang Xi, who was holding the cold bridge, looked back. He just turned around and felt that there was a lot of information about the underworld and the underworld suddenly appearing in his mind. However, these complicated information like stars were wrapped in a layer of fog, and he wanted to see it but couldn't see it clearly.

Meng Po said: "If you can successfully survive in the Forgetful River, these information will be automatically lifted. Just treat it as my farewell gift to you, this interesting guy."

Chang Xi nodded and thanked her, looked at the fiery red woman in front of her, and looked at her eyes that seemed to be smiling but had a faint sadness. Her heart trembled inexplicably. He asked, "You have been waiting for the Naihe Bridge for countless years, who are you waiting for?"

The fiery red woman wiped the black hair hanging from her chest in her ears, and there were memories in her calm eyes. Who could know that every bowl of Mengpo soup was filled with tears of longing. She said with hope: "I am waiting for my dead husband."

Chang Xi's face was filled with a warm smile, "It's definitely possible."

Meng Po, who had seen countless people, was moved by the smile blooming in the cold yellow spring. It seemed as if she had hit the previous word. She was hooked away by the smile of the handsome young sword fairy. When she looked at the cheeks again, she saw that the young sword fairy jumped into the Forget River under the dumbfounded gaze of countless ghost messengers and ghost drivers. She was flooded by the turbulent river and disappeared again.

The space behind the woman, who was still three points better than the other side of the flower, was twisted and unstable. A burly black-faced man wearing a deep purple cloud dragon robe walked out. The ghost messengers and ghost drivers who had just gotten up from the ground. When they saw this black-faced man with extraordinary demeanor, they immediately knelt down again without hesitation.

This person is the Emperor Yan Luo of the Fifth Hall of the Yellow Springs.

Meng Po had long been accustomed to this, and still said, "Mr. Yan Luo did not hesitate to put down his affairs and come here in person. What instructions do you have?"

Emperor Yan Luo, who had a crescent moon on his forehead, bowed his sleeves and said cheerfully: "Empress, don't make fun of me anymore, I can't afford it."

Meng Po, who was honored as the Empress by King Yama, smiled and said, "Then Lord Bao Zheng Bao, have you also seen the young man named Chang Xi with your own eyes. Can you swallow your heart back to your stomach?"

During his lifetime, King Yan Luo, who was the most honest official in the world, sighed: "This young man born in heaven and man has a great fortune in the heavens. He has not welcomed such a person in the underworld for many years. Even the generous white-clothed sword immortal who came here a few years ago has a lower fortune than this one."

Meng Po turned his head and looked at Bao Zheng, and asked, "I heard from several ghost-controlling messengers that the white-clothed sword immortal is no longer the same as before. If he had not tried his best to deal with you from the other ghost emperors, you, a rare kind and honest official in the underworld, would not even be able to protect the last seat of the Ten Kings of Hell."

The open-minded King of Yan, laughed and said, "Who said it was not? This honest official is not easy to do in the world of the world or in the underworld. No, thank you for your blessing, I can also get a trace of the luck of the young man. At least I will not end up in a situation where I can't even protect the fifth hall under my butt."

Meng Po lowered her head to scoo up the soup, "If they come to cause trouble for you again, I will come forward."

King Yama smiled and bowed: "Thank you for the love of the Empress."

Meng Po looked at the Wangchuan River running into the distance under the Naihe Bridge, with her red lips slightly opened, and she said unstoppably: "Actually, I felt an imperial spirit stronger from him than my father and husband."

Emperor Yan Luo, who had been cunning for two lifetimes, finally showed shock. He had a stronger imperial spirit than the father and husband of the empress. In ancient times, only the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors who were admired and worshipped by future generations. If it was true that the Empress said, the more powerful the imperial spirit than the Five Ancient Emperors, wouldn’t it be...?!

King Yama forcibly suppressed his shock and looked into the distance with the empress.
Chapter completed!