“Is this the underworld? It’s different from the ghost world.”

When the demon sakura woke up, what was in sight was a gray cloud. There was an ancient bridge with a few moss attached to it. Under the bridge, the blood river was covered with insects and snakes, and the undercurrent was turbulent. .

Proto-Buddhism says this is Naihe Bridge and the river is Naihe, some people call it Wangchuan. It ’s just that the previous Buddhist world was connected with the ghost world and the ghost world, but the reincarnation; but the ancient Buddha gave birth to the life tree full of resentment in the Buddha world, thinking that the sky ’s light can suppress the souls above the life tree. Complaint, it seems that the Buddha is no longer Buddha, the tree of life is still that tree of life! In the end comes the bitter fruit!

The ghosts waiting for reincarnation on the ghost bridge lined up in a long line, picked up the ghosts of Meng Po Tang, and some laughed and drank, which was hurt by love; some hesitated to drink, that was Someone who is unwilling to fall in love; some are forcibly poured by ghosts, that is the person who is for love.

Seeing this scene, the demon sakura shook her head, and her body covered with red clothes fluttered with the tragic wind. Unlike other ghosts floating, her feet stepped on the shade. I saw her slowly walk to the Naihe Bridge, and walked towards the other end of the bridge, each step was extremely heavy.

The ghosts all looked angry, and Ghost sent out the ghost’s hand to catch the sakura. Before he touched it, he was bombed into the Nai River and devoured by the snake insect, and made a painful sound. Suddenly, the faces of the ghosts were full of terror, and they kept away from the demon cherry blossoms, lest they become the next ghost post.

Just halfway through the demon sakura, an old woman suddenly appeared in front of her and blocked the way of the demon sakura.

“Girl, someone asked me to entrust you with a sentence. You can live in the underworld without stepping on your feet when you step on the shady soil,” the wife advised, holding a cane.

The rest of the ghosts met her and said goodbye, and her identity was no doubt, Meng Po.

The demon sakura froze, guessing who it was after thinking about it, but how could she live in the underworld, and still have a lifetime, and how to fight it in the last lifetime!

With almost no thought, Yao Ying said with a little apology and guilt: “Trouble Meng Meng to return to her, Yao Ying is stubborn and wants to be born again.”

Meng Po was not surprised, as if she had already expected the answer. She smiled and said, “Please ask the demon cherry to drink the Meng Po soup, and forget the cause and effect.”

“Do you have to drink it?” The enchanting cherry tree asked. His eyes were full of nervousness, for fear of drinking this bowl of soup and forgetting everything

Meng Po nodded, her hand stretched out, and a bowl of Meng Po Tang appeared out of thin air and handed it to the demon sakura.

The sakura smiled bitterly. Although she did not know how she came from the past life, the taste of Meng Po Tang seems to be left on the taste buds.

The entrance is sweet, but the heart is very bitter and bitter. When I drink a bowl, I think of all kinds of memories. Every scene of memory is played back in my mind, but it can’t be lost. The demon cherry’s eyes are still clear and mixed with bitterness, but there is no other ghost confused after drinking Meng Po Tang.

“Meng Po, have another bowl.” The demon cherry wiped the soup from the corner of her mouth and asked Meng Po for another bowl.

But there is a scene in her head, with a woman secretly reaching out to look at the man on the altar. It was the scene of the ascension ceremony when she secretly broke into the human realm in violation of the rules of the sky.

At that time, wearing a black dragon robe, he was extremely domineering, admired by all officials, but his eyes actually fell outside the palace wall.

She still remembers that Ying Leng said that when he saw himself at that time, his heart was beating a little faster, saying that he had never seen such a beautiful woman.

Meng Po looked at the demon cherry blossoms in the past, and once again handed out a bowl of Meng Po soup. On this bridge, no one drank two bowls. Although there were not many, there were millions. But the ghosts who passed Naihe Bridge counted Endless. She can only remember that a few women had drank many bowls, and then they could only seal the memory and give birth.

The demon sakura drank again, and the bitterness was even worse. In my mind is another scene of painting, with a woman leaning on a man’s hand and pointing at a candy gourd, as if saying something.

She faintly remembered asking herself, win the cold, are two copper coins of a sugar candy gourd expensive?

His answer seems to be, if you want, even a thousand roots are not expensive!

Later, after knowing his net worth, he did not complain about his stingy 10,000 roots! Now I want to have some funny … funny, “Ha ha ha ha ha ha, still can’t forget, Meng Po will have another bowl.”

“Here.”

The demon sakura drank again, closed her eyes and savored slowly. Crying, laughing, and shouting.

She saw that she had been taken away by Tianbing, and she cried loudly … loudly.

Later, when I saw Win Leng sneaking away to the god world to find myself playing, his smile was very beautiful. Let a lot of people say that they are demon girls, yeah! He is a demon girl, messing with his Kyushu and his world.

At that time, he said, “Sakura, promise me, will you marry me?” I shouted that I would, I would! But what about you? where did you go?

“Meng Po, have another bowl, you can’t forget it, you can’t forget it!” After a while, Yao Ying said.

Meng Po handed out a bowl again, and the demon sakura drank again. A little soup fell on top of the red coat, leaving water marks, and so on.

…

For a long time, the demon cherry red was dyed with wine. The whole person should not fall. Drunk, but quite a bit drunk beauty. Seeing that a Meng Po has become four or five, she once again reached out and begged: “Meng Po, I want it, I want wine!”

Meng Po looked to the sakura’s eyes full of fright, and her wrinkled hand handed out a bowl of Meng Po soup, saying, “Girl, this is Meng Po soup, not wine. Drink this bowl, it is nine It ’s ninety-eight bowls, and even when you drink the water of Wangchuan, you will never forget it. “

The sakura’s cheeks were a little bit red, and she directly drank Meng Po Tang. She drunk and laughed, “How can you lie to me, how could this be Meng Po Tang, why haven’t I forgotten him? This is wine, otherwise why am I Can you be drunk? “

“Meng Po Tang, drinking too much is love wine. Girl, you know that the most difficult word in the world, only one love word” Meng Po watched the demon cherry drink the last night, can not help muttering. Walking on the crutches towards the end of the bridge, leaving a back for the demon sakura.

The demon sakura looked at the gradually disappearing Meng Po and shouted, “Meng Meng, don’t go! I want more wine, I want more!”

“Girl, you can go to the rebirth, then someone will naturally seal your memory, as for the wine? The old age is gone, this Mengpo soup! If you drink too much, the love will be deeper.” And she, she is going to look for, Look for that man and say you want to marry your own man.

But what’s his name? I forgot it. Maybe I’ve waited too long, too long, tens of thousands of years, it seems more than just. Hey, Meng Po Tang boiled too much, and she forgot all about it, Meng Po sighed and thought. But fortunately, I can find it slowly, there should be his own name in the book of life and death.

In the midst of it, a pair of eyes looked at everything, and a sigh came from the depths of God’s world, after all … after all. God, God, you can only layout here.

It was said that the demon sakura had met the Sansui Stone after Nai Heqiao, and the Sansui Stone did not respond, and made the drunk demon Sakura angry: “Broken stones, I really thought I was great, and I’ll show you soon!”

Seeing nothing at all, the demon sakura can only continue to go, it is Wangxiangtai. Looking at the Xiangtai, the demon sakura can only see the nine realms. There are no relatives, and the ancestral tree cannot be peeped by the Xiangtai.

“It seems to be dead, that’s it, and give birth.” The sakura waited for a long time. After all, she could only see the Nine Realms and walked down Wangwangtai, and pushed toward the door.

After the door, it was not immediately reborn, but the bottomless abyss. Although the demon sakura was drunk, he was not stupid. Remember that his backhand will let himself spend thousands of years in the abyss! Millennia of loneliness, millennia of coldness, and millennia of speechlessness laid the foundation for the chaos of the afterlife.

There are countless ghosts passing by in this millennium, some as short as a second, and some minutes, but not more than a year. It’s just that from time to time, the ghost here hears the sadness of a woman, trembling at the bones of the gods, making people scared.

Some people who have been staying for a long time can occasionally hear women muttering to themselves, “What is the meaning of laughter?”

I don’t know how long it has passed, how long it has passed.

The woman’s closed eyes suddenly opened and she arrived, Buddha? Are you ready?