Seeing him embarrassed, Bai Zhi only smiled and said: "It's okay, I will find a way."
Zhou Tiantian didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head and stopped making a sound.
Seeing that the atmosphere had become awkward, Bai Zhi had to continue to change the subject: "Where did your master go suddenly? Seeing that he was walking in a hurry, he even took a bottle on the table."
Zhou Tiantian glanced at the vacant position of the row of crystal vials, and he was also surprised: "Here, here was Po Meng's tear bottle. The master left with the tear bottle?" He asked rhetorically.
Bai Zhi nodded: "Yes, I saw him take a bottle from here and leave with my own eyes. I don't know who it is."
"It's Po Meng. The bottle in this position has always been Po Meng. It's weird. What did he do with Po Meng's tear bottle? Did Po Meng cry? This is impossible!"
Bai Zhi asked: "Why is it impossible? Why can't Meng Po cry?" Bai Zhi looked at Zhou Tiantian puzzledly, waiting for him to explain.
Zhou Tiantian hurriedly said: "Po Meng has a very high status in the underworld. It is not easy for her to get to this stage. She has to be hard-hearted, cold-hearted, and the world has to be indifferent, so that she can cultivate her heart."
"So?" Bai Zhi asked.
Zhou Tiantian said: "Therefore, a demigod like Meng Po has seen so many sorrows and joys on the banks of the Naihe Bridge. She is afraid that she can't even count them. How can such a Meng Po have ghost tears."
Bai Zhi couldn't agree with Zhou Tiantian's words: "You can't say that. The first person has seven emotions and six desires. Even if he becomes a ghost, he also has things that he can't give up. For example, if someone dies, he can obviously go to reincarnation, but it happens. They choose to stay in the world because they have things that they can't give up even if they die. The same is true of Mengpo. Why did she not reincarnate but become Mengpo? I think there must be a reason for this."
Zhou Tiantian was speechless. My sister was right. Isn't he the same
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But beside the bridge, Po Meng stood in front of a big bucket as always, and handed a bowl of Wangchuan River water that she had carefully refined to the ghost who was about to cross the bridge.
A bowl of Wangchuan, a bowl of Wangchuan.
Forget Chuan into the abdomen, all the love and hatred in previous lives disappear without a trace.
Someone drank it without hesitation, as if they couldn't wait to forget those bad memories.
Some people cried, holding the soup and refused to swallow them, and wanted to look at those faces in the memory.
As the wind rose and fell, Jun Luoheng appeared by the Naihe Bridge, his sharp eyes swept over wherever he could.
Did not find anything unusual.
He walked up to Po Meng and asked, "What happened just now?"
Po Meng didn't even lift her head, nor glanced at Jun Luoheng, she only asked quietly, "I don't know what you are referring to?"
Jun Luoheng said: "You just cried and shed a lot of ghost tears. This is surprising."
Only then did Po Meng remember that her tear bottle was now being kept by the little master in front of her.
"His Royal Highness, do I still need to report something to you about my wife Meng?" He felt a little angry.
Jun Luoheng sneered: "Of course not, but since you know this, then I will investigate later, please be sure to understand."
Po Meng handed a bowl of soup to a little girl's hand. She was a five or six-year-old girl wearing a sky blue embroidered duck pattern.
The girl took the soup from Po Meng and didn’t rush to eat it. She obediently thanked Po Meng and said, "Pretty aunt, when will my mother pick me up? What are you giving me? Me? Mom said that you can't just accept food from strangers."