A Yin stood up and looked at the sound, only to see the foggy shore of Huangquan, and a moist wind blowing over, which easily dimmed the sun.
A treacherous bell rang in the distance, intermittently, as if the girl who had been hanging the medicine jar for a long time was mourning in a low voice. Pass.
The wandering soul had a wooden face, and the two glass balls embedded in the eyeballs were polished with sandpaper, ignorant and turbid.
Ayin shuddered.
It was as if he had woken up from a dream, and for the first time he realized the difference between Taishan Mansion and the human world.
In the crowd was a woman in her thirties, with a grayish blue jacket and short half-white hair, moving slower than others. As soon as he stepped onto the bridge, he was stopped by the ghost officer. He stepped forward to ask a few questions, and after a while, a little girl of thirteenth and fourteenth came and pulled her back.
A Yin was fascinated by this situation and asked Mr. Tu, "What is this?"
The youngest Tu didn't understand either, but it was still the same voice that just handed over the words, saying, "Her soul is missing about a dollar, and she can't cross the Naihe Bridge. She will be reincarnated only after she is brought in to make up for it."
"A penny?" Ayin turned around, the fog grew thicker and thicker, as if it had been stolen from the sea. Ayin wiped the palm of her hand with a silk cloth and walked over, but she saw a girl sitting on the shore.
Said it was a girl, but it didn't seem like it was. She was wearing azure-colored clothes, and the layered skirts hung down into the water, the surface of the water was like agitated nectar, and her dress was the jade dew pouring out of the pot. A Yin looked at the material of her clothes, like yarn but not yarn, like cloth but not cloth, just like that softly surrounding her body. A Yin used the adjective surrounded, because she was so good-looking, with a teary mole at the corner of her eye, which was filled with sadness.
Covered in the mist, even the melancholy is blurred like a light pen.
The girl tilted her head slightly and looked at her. When the underwater waves moved, a fish tail that was half a body length was revealed. Bai Yingying's scales were glowing with blue light, like fine blue and white porcelain.
The fish tail swept out of the water and sank again, causing her waist to move slowly, moving leisurely and stretched.
"It's you?" The fishtail girl took a careful look at A Yin, and didn't know what she remembered.
A Yin didn't hear clearly, so she focused on her doubts and asked her, "What does it mean when you are short of money?"
The girl smiled lightly, and said, "The three souls and seven souls of a human being weigh four cents and two cents in total. For some unknown reason, the woman just now lost her soul, and has three souls of love, hatred, and desire. About a penny short."
A Yin blinked, this is rather strange: "So, this Naihe Bridge is actually a steel scale?"
The girl lowered her face and looked at the misty water surface: "Weighing the past, measuring love and hatred, isn't it a steel scale?"
Her melancholy came up again, like the mist that enveloped her body, A Yin walked up to her involuntarily, sat down beside her, and asked her, "Who are you?"
There are such people in Taishan Mansion, but Aro has never mentioned it.
The skirt hugged the fish tail and shook it three times before the girl said, "My name is Ajaan."
Ajaan, Ajaan, and Ayin's brows were lightly piled up, but Mr. Tu, who was behind him, pulled her sleeves over and whispered, "Mengpao."
Mother Meng? A Yin's eyes widened, and she met the youngest Tu's eyes in disbelief.
Tu Laoyao's eyes were too small, and it was difficult to match his eyes through the fog. Ayin gave up after a while, pinched Tu Laoyao's thigh, and denied: "Fart. Ah Luo told me. , Madam Meng is an old woman, and when I was crying by the Naihe Bridge, I was still that old woman..."
"That old lady..." She bit the back of her hand, and hesitantly took Ajaan into the corner of her eye.
Ajaan smiled calmly in the corner of the light: "It's me."
A Yin was confused, but heard Ajaan say, "You just said that, A Luo. You and her..."
She closed her mouth meaningfully, and laughed again when A Yin bit the corner of her mouth slightly.
Fuck, A Yin cursed in his heart.
Ah Luo only said that he does not distinguish between beauty and ugliness, and looking at this posture, I am afraid that it is not the problem of cognition between old and young.
Ajaan Hui expressed her heart, shook her head and said, "Meng Po is indeed a mother-in-law, I am Meng Po, but Meng Po is not me."
"Meng Po is a ghost official of the Qing Dynasty by the Huangquan side of the Department of Life and Death. It's just a mission. I look for the souls who are obsessed with karma. Every day I take the appearance of a mother-in-law on duty, and deliver soup to send the soul."
"If that's the case, why is it called Madam Meng, and why do you have to look like a mother-in-law?"
"Because the first Madam Meng was an old woman, her surname was Meng. Or maybe the mother's soup was easier to eat, and her words were easier to hear." Ajaan said.
A Yin nodded, and he understood more or less, and asked, "Then what is the reason for your fish tail? You are not human?"
Ajaan shook his head: "I was originally."
"It's just that after becoming Mother Meng, it's different from an ordinary soul, because it has to stay in the underworld for a long time; it's also different from an ordinary ghost, because it's about to be reincarnated after all. Lord Lingheng gave this fish tail and rested in the water at night. , In the daytime, when the soup is exhausted, Fang will come out of the Yellow Spring, go to the fish tail to restore the human body, and then enter the cycle of reincarnation."
It was rather interesting, and Ayin looked at her tail again and asked her, "Then how long have you been doing this job?"
Ajaan raised his head and thought for a while: "It has been many years since Qin."
Ayin clutched her chest and was shocked. For more than two thousand years, she only said "better"
She rested her palms on the ground, looking at Ajaan as if she was looking at a rice dumpling that was dug out from the ground.
But Mr. Tu couldn't help but interjected: "Then why did you come here? Who called you here? Why didn't you run?"
Ajian moved his eyes to look at Mr. Tu with a light and indifferent glance, nodded with a smile to say hello, and then turned to look at the distant sky. As the sky darkened, it seemed like it would never end, and the fog gradually dissipated. It turned out that there were no stars in Taishan Mansion, but the dazzling galaxy merged into the Yellow Spring and swayed on the radiant water.
Darkness can always breed secrets, and it is also the easiest to reveal secrets, because in the endless darkness, secrets are light, which must be planted in people's hearts and contained in lonely words.
Ajaan said, "You should have heard my story."
"It's a coincidence that my surname is Meng, my name is Zhongzi, and the small character is Ajaan."
Meng Jiangnu? Ayin raised her hand against her chin.
Mr. Tu was not sure, and asked in a low voice, "The one who doesn't cry on the Great Wall?"
Ajaan smiled lightly, the corners of his eyes were still down, sad but innocent.
"My husband and I were newly married to Yan'er, and he was arrested to do hard labor to build the Great Wall in the extreme north. I waited for a year, and when you had no time to return, I went north to find him alone. When I arrived at the foot of the Great Wall, I learned that he was a month ago. He died, and his bones were buried in the Great Wall. I wept day and night, and refused to leave, so I cried down the Great Wall, revealing his bones. I grieved deeply, and soon jumped into the river to die."
Meng Jiangnv's story of crying on the Great Wall was heard by urinating, but it was the first time it came out of Meng Jiangnv's mouth, and the youngest Tu was so emotional that she couldn't return to her senses for a while.
"I went to the underworld to look for him, but the ghost officials refused to tell me his whereabouts, only told me to reincarnate myself. I have sworn an oath with Lang Jun, but how can I fail after waiting on the bridge for a hundred years? I am crying under the bridge again. , will never enter reincarnation.”
Seeing that A Yin's expression was different, she smiled and said, "That's why, I only said a few more words when I saw you later."
A Yin rubbed the silk and didn't want to mention it again, just asked her, "What about later?"
"Later, Lord Lingheng came."
"My lord told me that if I don't want to, I won't be reincarnated, and let me wait under the Naihe Bridge. At that time, there happened to be no one for Meng Po, so I scooped up the soup on my behalf."
"This wait is a full fifty years."
"I finally waited for him that day, but he was not the boy in my dreams. He was a new soul, with white hair and hunched back, and beside him was a wrinkled old woman."
The two came hand in hand, a pair of old people in their old age, a woman who scooped soup, and a young soul with tears under her body.
"That's not right!" Tu Lao Yao shouted, "He didn't die early, how could he look old?"
A Yin clapped his hand, pig brain.
Ajaan smiled and lowered his head: "I later found out that he did not die in hard labor, but escaped from corvée and married another bride. The bride's family was a bit dignified and she lived a very peaceful life. He was afraid that I would find him, so he joined his fellow villagers. fooled me."
Where did the bones under the Great Wall belong to him
A Yin sighed, grabbed the silk and stroked his chest.
"At this point, I gave up my heart, and said to Lord Lingheng, I would like to be Mother Meng, to transfer people's souls and help them forget their past."
The words fell, and it was as if the tide had receded. Ajaan looked at the vast darkness, and the fish tails evoked the little lights.
When Ayin returned to the Buddha Hall, it was already three poles on the moon, and Wu Qian led her to the sleeping hall at the back. It was said that it was a sleeping hall, but it was just a courtyard. There is a four-legged dining table made of walnut wood, fresh fruits are placed on the coffee table, and only a Western-style cover lamp is pulled, which makes the black and white picture come alive somewhere.
A Luo was still working and did not come back, but A Yin unexpectedly met Li Shiyi in the living room.
She changed out of her long dress, wearing a blouse and light-colored trousers that matched the room, and sat sideways on the armrest of the sofa, flipping through a book.
The long hair seemed to block her vision, she reached out and pulled it behind her ear, then put the book down, and greeted A Yin sideways, "I'm back."
"Wait for me?" A Yin was a little surprised.
Li Shiyi closed the book, put it on his lap, and shook his head: "Wait for the nineteenth."
Song Shijiu just said that Ayin had not returned for a long time and went out to look for her, thinking that he had missed it.
A Yin nodded, slumped down on the single sofa on the left, and spoke lazily with his forehead propped up.
Li Shiyi glanced at her tired appearance, remembered the loud mahjong sound in the daytime, and asked her, "Isn't it hiding Chen Cang? Why is there such a big banquet?"
The words were light and calm, and there was no tone of reproach. A Yin looked at her from the bottom up with wide eyes, a little apologetic: "Forget it."
"I've come a day with great difficulty. If I stay for a long time, my body will die, and then the trouble will be big. I just think that the time is tight and I will do everything I need to do." I am a lot more frank, and now I will reflect on my own mistakes one by one, and I can explain them sincerely and sincerely to others.
Li Shiyi smiled and shook his head, picked up the book and left.
She just stood up when she heard the sofa rustling behind her, and the heels of her high heels rattled twice. Ayin stopped her, "Aheng."
It was Ling Heng, not the usual Eleven. Li Shiyi raised a half brow and turned to look at her.
However, A Yin was looking at the shadows on the ground thoughtfully, slowly raising his hands, pulling the silk behind his back, and said, "Today I was talking with Granny Meng, and suddenly I remembered that you are alive. For thousands of years."
Her eyelashes seemed to be frosted in the shadows, suppressing her wit and appearing extremely docile.
"And I've only known you for ten years." She snapped her fingers back in her heart, and she couldn't count the number of hands, "I've counted it, ten years versus thousands of years is more than equal. The fingernails are still a small part, and they couldn't be placed on the table originally, but—"
But you let me go, and you stick to me.
"However, I only recognize one Ayin." Li Shiyi said.
A Yin couldn't say the rest of her words, she suddenly felt that she was a very powerful girl, with the King of Hell as a good friend, with the Fujun as a friend, as well as the 19th Tu's youngest and Wu Qian. She originally wanted to tell Li Shiyi that although the past ten years were her fingernails, to herself, they were very long and long enough to occupy half of her life, so she was just right and she was bossy. , I passed the word "thank" in my mouth again and again, but I couldn't say it.
This is her weakness again.
She didn't raise her head, only to hear Li Shiyi smile again and say, "If you really want to thank me, in the future, don't promise others to squeeze any substitutes."
Ayin raised her head, Li Shiyi sighed, and said to go to bed earlier, then went back to the house holding her neck.
The western bell struck twelve, and A Yin had a beautiful and twisted dream in Ah Luo's house. In the Taishan Mansion, where various dynasties overlapped, she wore beautiful clothes as if she was singing, and rewarded Shangyuan. Lamp, listened to Hu Xuanqu, tasted the soft and fragrant soup cakes, and went to the bamboo forest once again to drink wine, the bamboo leaves fell on her neck, itching and crisp, making her wake up in a daze .
Aro sat in front of her, the hand on her neck was a bamboo leaf, and his eyes were wine.
A Yin looked at her in the shadow of the lamp, and there was nothing in her mind, she only wanted her.
So she wrapped Aro's neck and handed over her lips with half of her rouge falling. She felt that she was just a walking corpse. Only when Aro's breath hit the tip of her nose did she gain vitality, but that shallow vitality was stuck. The lips that came up sucked, making her die again.
Lord Yama, he is so in charge of life and death.
In the living room, there was a deep gasp, and Arro pushed Ayin down on the sofa, unbuttoning the buttons one by one, his left hand down from his neckline and his right hand up from his thigh, like slowly taking apart a piece and putting it back many times. The gift, even the teasing of the fingers trapped in the buttons is well organized.
However, A Yin will reach out and put her hand on her chest, and ask her in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to talk more now, why did you talk to me for so long during the day?"
Aro's breath went up and down, and his voice couldn't contain the overflowing lust: "If I don't gossip with you, I'm afraid I can't do it."
But even the gossip that moved her mind, said from A Yin's mouth, made her mind rippling, and it was impossible to write a book.
A Yin rolled over and sat up, her neckline was half open, with white protrusions and deep ravines open. The seam of her cheongsam was also half open, and her delicate thighs slipped out. She sat on A Luo, her eyes were moist, as if The leaves that have been hit by the rain overnight, rolling with crystal dewdrops, want to let people see the depths of the branches and leaves, whether they are wet or not.
wet.
A Luo couldn't help but tilted his head to kiss him, but A Yin retreated his troops and asked her softly, "Do you want to be here?"
This is the living room. Although it is quiet at night, I am afraid that people will see it.
"Not afraid." Aro stroked her chin.
She stretched out her hand to set up the barrier. Although it was colorless and invisible, she couldn't hear it from the outside, and couldn't see it in.
"Is the barrier reliable?" A Yin asked again.
"Reliable." Aro stroked her hair.
A Yin smiled and said, "That's it."
She regained her energy in an instant. The shyness and fear just now seemed to be disguised. With one hand, she pressed Aro on the sofa, and the other hand poked into her clothes, covering the softness that Xiao had thought about for a long time, and comforting her in her ear. Whispered to her: "Not afraid."
The braid lingered on the armrest of the sofa, swaying from side to side with her rapid breathing, and the moonlight that sneaked in saw the unobstructed body on the sofa. Her undulating curves were outlined just right, enticing people to explore it and control it.
The halo of the enchantment grew stronger and weaker with the master's consciousness, swallowing up the ecstasy and bone-eating groans, without revealing any secrets.
The dripping sweat was the last actor to appear on the stage. After singing a lively performance, Ah Yin was half-dressed, nestled in Ah Luo's arms, and talked to her casually.
Her voice was weak, with the aftertaste of ebb and flow: "Can I not drink Meng Po soup when I'm reincarnated?"
She thought of her mother Meng in the daytime again.
Aro panted slightly, and after a while he said, "No."
"Why?" A Yin was not satisfied, "I want to remember you, in the next life, the next life, the next life, the next life."
A Luoshang was sorting out his thoughts, but suddenly he heard a familiar voice, and said seriously: "If you always carry memories, wouldn't you feel very scary when you were conceived in the mother's body and when you were born?"
A Yin Hua Rong paled, grabbed a handful of clothes and covered A Luo, raised her body to cover her chest, and looked at the corner, her voice trembling: "Ten... Nineteen?"
"Why are you here!" Her voice had never been so sharp before, with her messy bun and mushy rouge, she seemed to be bullied.
Song Nineteen came out of the shadows holding a glass of water, but her face was expressionless, only her ears were red and bleeding. She looked at the melons and fruits on the coffee table: "I've been here."
She put the water down, her throat softer: "Pour in the water, and the enchantment encircled me."
She is also innocent.
Ayin got angry: "Why don't you turn on the light when you pour water to drink?"
Song Nineteen blinked: "Candle Dragon's eyes are better at night."
She originally meant that there was no need to turn on the lights, but it wasn't like that in A Yin's ears.
A Yin was silent for a while, still unwilling: "Then why don't you say anything?"
"It made a sound," Song Nineteen was very aggrieved, "I think it was too loud, I didn't hear it."
I don't know if A Luo was exhausted for a day, and only A Yin was left in his head, or if his work had improved again, he had hidden his breath so well, and it was not good until he was trapped.
It's not that I didn't think about breaking through the barrier and going out, I was afraid that the two of them were having fun, and there was a shadow, so I just turned my face away in silence, and drank a glass of water while saying "See No Evil".
Halfway through, I saw that the state of the barrier was unstable, and I reached out to help make it up a few times.
Song Nineteen looked at the lost soul, opened his mouth, and wanted to comfort her very much. For example, he said something like "The mating of small beasts on Zhongshan is no matter where they are, and this is nothing." She thought about it, decided not to say anything, just put the water that had just been boiled on the dining table, said goodbye and went back to the house.
Lord Yama didn't speak, and he didn't know if he wanted to kill the dragon in the future.
The next day, Li Shiyi had just woken up when Ayin dragged him out of the door. The package was neatly packed. He glanced behind her and saw that it was empty.
He also said that Shi Jiu slept late last night, so he would stop disturbing her.
It's only been a day, and Li Shiyi thought she would reluctantly spend the last two or three days.
It's just that Ayin is trustworthy, and Li Shiyi naturally has no objection, and immediately asks Mr. Tu to send her out. Ayin is surprised: "Isn't it necessary to use Shentu?"
Li Shiyi said indifferently: "Bring a little devil in and out, if you still need to cover it with Shentu decree, this manor is doing it in vain."
Ayin opened her eyes: "Then yesterday—" The youngest Bai Tongtu squeezed
"Your suggestion." Li Shiyi said.
A Yin scolded the same swear words as yesterday, and felt that the previous move was unnecessary.
The weather is not very good today, but the wind is blowing, and there is no fog on the water when we pass the Yellow Spring. A Yin is thinking about the story of Meng Po yesterday, and wants to see her beautiful fish tail before leaving. In the shoal, he saw Ajaan sitting on the bank with his tail dangling in the water, with his back facing them, piling up sand.
Ayin didn't want to disturb her, so he walked over lightly, but Ajaan didn't notice it abnormally, as if he was fascinated by the matter at hand.
A Yin took a closer look. She built the sand into a small Great Wall, poked with her finger, and pushed down a small corner.
She looked at the collapsed sand, then looked up at the water, and suddenly said to herself, "If that day, the skeleton that cried out was really you, that would be great."
A Yin's eyelashes twitched, remembering the sentence she asked when she was talking to A Luo this morning: "When will Madam Meng give away her soul and be reincarnated?"
Aro said, "To the day they forget themselves."
A Yin remembered the "Jingjiang Treasure Scroll" that he had read before, and it said: There is a Mengpo Village in Yinsi, and a beautiful woman sells tea soup.
It turns out that those who can heal do not heal themselves, and those who make soup should not be forgotten.
(End of the second episode)
The author says:
1. There seems to be a saying that the weight of the soul is 21 grams? 2. There are many theories about who Meng Po is, one of which is Meng Jiangnu. 3. Regarding the name of Meng Jiangnv, some people raised doubts in the comments. Here I want to say that Meng Jiangnv is just a legendary figure. At the beginning, she had no name, so she was called Qiliang's wife. After later processing, she gradually got a name. So there is no standard answer to her name. According to the classics I checked, the name of Meng Jiangnu first appeared in the Tang Dynasty. "The Story of Yanyu: Induction" mentioned the name of Qiliang's wife. In the text, it said that she was Meng Chao's daughter, called "Meng Zhongzi", and then Only then has the saying of Meng Jiangnu. Therefore, I chose the name "Meng Zhongzi" in this article to match the surname of Mother Meng. In addition, according to the legend, I made up a small character called "Ajaan". Because it sounds nice~