Meng Po Zhuang. Lianhua wants to investigate this matter thoroughly, she must stay in the underworld, and show her true identity not only can't find the answer she wants, but also let Yuen Long and them know that they have escaped from the weak water, and they will be emotional, and know that they have remembered everything, and now is not the time, she doesn't want them to feel sorry for her and worry about her.

Lianhua changed into the appearance of a female ghost and entered Meng Po Village, Meng Po Zhuang came and went countless dead souls, and the mixed breath could help her cover her own breath.

At this time, it is not the time of reincarnation, Meng Po does not need to pour a bowl of Meng Po soup for the dead souls who come and go, so she boils Meng Po soup in Meng Po Village, and sees Lianhua coming in, and hurriedly stands up, although she hides her true body, and only the Hades King can come and go freely in Meng Po Village.

"No need, I'm just a ghost in this Meng Po Village, and I don't want to mention everything, don't ask. Seeing that Meng Po was about to salute, Lianhua waved her hand to stop her.

"In these eight hundred miles of Yellow Spring, you can call me Wuyang. You are busy with yours, and you don't need to worry about me. Lianhua knew that Meng Po would know her identity, so she told her in advance that she would not ask anything.

"Yes. Meng Po was still boiling Meng Po soup, and Lianhua watched quietly. Watching Meng Po make soup, Lianhua conjured up an empty wine jug to introduce Meng Po soup into the pot, leaned on the railing, and drank it all.

"Wuyang. "Meng Po wanted to stop Lianhua, but it was in vain, Meng Po soup will forget the past for the dead soul, but for the immortals, it will not have any effect, but for the immortals who are moved and affectionate, it is a poison that ecstasies and eats bones.

Lianhua drank the Meng Po soup in a wine pot, the sweet, bitter, sour, spicy and salty five flavors were mixed, and all kinds of flavors lingered, the thick soup entered the abdomen, it was actually the pain of piercing the intestines, but the body was painful, but the heart was not so painful, which was a good thing than wine.

"It's okay, I won't hurt or die, what if it's a poison that pierces the intestines?" Lianhua cast a spell, and there would be a steady stream of Meng Po soup in the wine pot for her to drink.

"The Meng Po soup I tasted at the beginning was colorless and tasteless, but now it is sweet, bitter, sour, spicy and salty. "I think at the beginning, she didn't know what she thought about Cangwu, but she experienced a little inexplicable feeling after experiencing the first life of Xuanyu and Yuying, at that time she was curious to taste the rumored Meng Po soup, colorless and tasteless, and now she has experienced three lifetimes of love, heart-to-heart vows, and ten reincarnations, and tasted this soup again, but the taste is different.

"Although Meng Po soup is added with the flowers and leaves of the blood-red Manzhu Sawa Hua, it is also colorless, and only the deep roots of love are difficult to let go of to see its blood, that is love. Experienced the beauty of this world, with happiness and joy, this is sweet; has experienced a lot of suffering, fate, life ups and downs, this is bitterness; love and separation, ask but can't, just like this other side of the flower, the flower does not see the leaves, the leaves do not see the flowers, this is the sour and salty tears; the bitterness that has been endured, the tears that have flowed, after all, are like an old altar, spicy in the heart. However, the souls of the dead who can drink a bowl of Meng Po soup on the bridge are all innocent souls in the Ten Palaces, and the hard-working people drink the soup is sweet, and they are ashamed, and the soup they drink is sour and salty, and they have regrets in their hearts, and the soup they drink is bitter. Meng Po said slowly,

"I have mixed tastes, but it's transparent. Lianhua laughed at herself and continued to drink Meng Po soup.

Legend has it that Meng Po soup is guided by eight tears, one drop of raw tears, two old tears, three points of bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, seven feet of parting tears, eight Meng Po tears, only eight tears are complete, and the Meng Po soup brewed is sweet. Eight Meng Po tears, but the tears you shed when you think of him?" Lianhua said with her head in one hand and playing with the wine jug with the other.

When Meng Po heard this, the soup spoon in her hand stopped, paused for a moment, and continued to stir Meng Po soup.

"It's been a long time, I've forgotten it, there's nothing to miss. A glimmer of light flashed in Meng Po's dirty eyes, and slowly faded.

"Since the formation of the underworld, it has been 400,000 years, you have been forming since the underworld, and you have been handing Meng Po soup to the reincarnated souls on this bridge of Naihe, I once asked you that you are the only woman in this underworld, in this dark and miserable underworld, can you stand it, you answer me as a habit. Obviously, every 100,000 years, you have the opportunity to choose, to leave this Nai He Bridge, to leave this Meng Po Village, and even to leave this underworld, but you gave up this opportunity again and again, and now it is another opportunity, I don't want you to give up. Lianhua persuaded,

"I'm used to life in the underworld, the underworld is my home, even if I leave it, where can I go?"

"If you have the heart to leave the underworld, I will arrange a place for you to go, you have worked hard in the underworld, even if it is to raise you to become an immortal. ”

"Don't laugh at Xiaoxian, how can Xiaoxian be an immortal with this ugly appearance, Xiaoxian is used to being in Meng Pozhuang and can't do without it. ”

"They all say that I have a deep obsession, and your obsession is not much stronger than mine. Lianhua took a sip of Meng Po soup.