Perhaps this "Wangxiangtai" is essentially a magical magic circle that can reflect the deepest memories of the people on the stage about their hometown. But no matter how he runs the "Book of Freedom", the scene in front of him is still lifelike, without the slightest fluctuation.
He looked down the stage again and suddenly found a curved wooden bridge across a large river. The water was as clear as blue, but it was very clear and shallow, and the length of the bridge was no more than ten feet. Two words are also engraved on the bridge body: "Naihe."
How can I still see the endless waves of smoke and the long bridge that has been walking for a long time.
At this time, a ecstasy messenger waited to bring a Yin God to the bridge, walking very slowly.
At the other end of the bridge, there is a thousand feet of yellow dust, indifferent.
This way of hell is completely different from the way of the human world, the way of monsters, the way of asura, and even the way of hungry ghosts. Unpredictable and unspeakable.
The big green-faced ghost shouted impatiently: "Hey, the one above, come down quickly, when the time comes, you will have to add merits!"
Li Qingshan walked down from the Wangxiang Stage in a daze, the old man who had been fooled grabbed him: "Boy, give me my spirit jade!"
Li Qingshan said perfunctorily: "I'll pay you back later."
Niutou Abang was surprised: "Could this kid also be homesick?"
The old man shouted: "Master Ma Mian, please call the shots for me!"
"Howl, go ahead and take care of your things!" Ma's face sneered: "Good boy, let me see what you do next!"
After passing Wangxiangtai, it didn't take long for a tea shed to block the way. It was either built on the side of the road or so blocked on the main road. There were cliffs on both sides. A flagpole of the tea shed was fluttering with a long streamer with the word "soup" written on it. .
An old lady with chicken skins sitting at the door, holding a soup spoon in her hand, greeted: "I'm here for soup."
Meng Po soup!
Li Qingshan raised his head slightly, knowing that this bowl of soup must be drunk just by relying on this unlucky place covered by the tea shed. I didn't see the merit box, so I felt relieved.
Come closer. But I found it strange.
There were two soup pots in front of Po Meng, both gushing and steaming. There are two stacks of bowls, one big and the other small. The mouth of the big bowl is missing, and the black porcelain is gray. The small is exquisitely beautiful. White porcelain bucket color.
One pot of soup was as thick as asphalt, exuding an unpleasant medicinal smell; the other pot of soup was as light as white water, but glowed with a delicate fragrance.
Po Meng first used a small white porcelain bowl to scoop out two bowls of clear soup, and handed it to Niutou horse noodles: "Two brothers. I just used the soup freshly cooked by a thousand-year-old hen. Try it!"
The horse noodles tasted: "Mr. Meng, your craftsmanship is still so good, but this material is becoming more and more economical. Let alone a thousand years, I don't think you have even a hundred years."
"Business is not good. The poor people have come recently!" Po Meng said to Li Qingshan with a kind face: "Brother, which bowl do you want to drink?"
Li Qingshan had already heard Niutou Abang on the road, the effect of this Meng Po Tang was not to let people forget the past, but to seal all cultivation bases.
Although it is a god of yang and god of yin. Once the bowl of soup is drunk, it is no different from a mortal and can no longer use the slightest mana.
In this state, once you re-enter the cycle of reincarnation, there will be a mystery in the womb, and all memories of past lives will inevitably be lost.
But Niutou Abang didn't tell him that there was another choice for this soup, so he reached out and pointed at the pot of clear soup.
"This little brother really knows how to choose, and he won't fall into hell after drinking the old man's soup. Don't forget the past!"
Po Meng smiled more kindly, but did not rush to scoop the soup, but stretched out a chicken-foot-like hand.
Li Qingshan suddenly understood that the pot of clear soup was for buying. And the price must be high, I am afraid it is one of the most important links.
After drinking this bowl of clear soup, you can maintain your own cultivation level, even if you are thrown into hell, you can also cast spells to resist. Even if there are still mysteries in the womb during reincarnation, mental memories can also be preserved. It can be restored in the future.
It was definitely not accidental that Chu Tian was able to restore part of Lin Xuan's memory. It was because he drank this bowl of Meng Po soup that "will not fall into hell and never forget the past." Not to mention soup, even if it's just a bowl of water, it can be sold at sky-high prices.
This level is very important. It is a matter of life and death. It is definitely not comparable to "famous scenic spots" such as "Wangxiangtai", and there is no choice at all. You have to drink or not.
Seeing Li Qingshan's delay in taking it out, Po Meng's face gradually became gloomy, put down the small white porcelain bowl, picked up the big black porcelain bowl, and scooped a full bowl: "Poor ghosts are only worthy of drinking this!"
"Oh, people say that hell rewards good and punishes evil, but they still dislike the poor and love the rich!"
Li Qingshan sighed bitterly, and took the big black porcelain bowl. The smell became more pungent, and bubbles were gurgling, and insect-like things came up, and I didn't know what disgusting stuff was being cooked.
Meng Poyin laughed and said: "Don't look down on this bowl of soup, if it's about the materials, it's more expensive than this one! Keep you drinking it, you can't escape the torture, and you will forget all the dust!" Sternly: "Drink it!"
Ma's face sneered: "If you don't drink, then you can only drink it."
Niutou Abang smiled and said, "Hey, old Niu paid for it out of his own pocket, so I can ask Brother Xian you to fill a few more bowls!"
"That said, how can you spend money on your eldest brother!"
Three faces stared at Li Qingshan, or sternly, mocked, or sneered.
Li Qingshan didn't think this hell was terrible, but at this moment he felt a little heart palpitations: "Okay, I drink! I just drink it!"
Seeing him holding his nose and drinking the bowl of soup with a distorted expression, Ma Mian couldn't help laughing: "If you don't see the coffin, you won't cry. It's too late to regret now."
Niutou Abang sighed in his heart. On Huangquan Road, he wanted to give Li Qingshan some treasure and let him do it up and down. It couldn't be simpler. But since I chose this path, I must go like this. Otherwise, how can a "savvy person" who knows how to manage things up and down will repeatedly speak insults and offend others!
Li Qingshan gurgled and drank the soup, the soup melted in the mouth, a trace of it melted into the Yang Shen, and he suddenly felt numb all over his body.
Meng Po was used to such scenes, and she didn't bother to take a look at the poor ghost, and went to entertain the next "customer".
Just as Li Qingshan crossed the soup pot, he suddenly flew up and kicked on the pot of thick soup.
With a bang, the soup pot smashed to pieces on the rock wall, and the thick soup spilled all over the floor.
Po Meng was caught off guard even if she had the cultivation skills of ghosts and immortals, she cried out painfully: "My soup!"
This pot of thick soup consumes a lot of precious materials to achieve the effect of seal repair, and it is extremely difficult to boil.
Li Qingshan sighed, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Good soup!" To the dumbfounded old man: "Give you back."
Po Meng's chicken-foot-like hand strangled his neck severely, and said sharply, "Give me the soup!"
"Okay!" Li Qingshan smiled and patted his stomach: "When I am digested, I will pee out and use it as a mirror for you, so that you can take a picture of how ugly your old face is!"
Po Meng was going crazy: "I killed you!"
"Okay, come, come, I beg you to be happy, don't kill people!"
Ma Mian was stunned for a while, and asked Niutou Abang, "Is this kid having a brain problem?"
"Well, I'm not too sick!"
But for some reason, he just wanted to laugh, and then let out a sulking breath.
The man who was pressed to the ground, unable to resist but never surrendered, seemed to glow with a dazzling light, breaking through this dim hell. (To be continued.)