Feng Yu breathed a sigh of relief and looked forward. He didn't know what would happen after Naihe Bridge. He only remembered that Naihe Bridge was the final destination.
Except for that Po Meng.
Feng Yu looked at Meng Po Pavilion. Inside was the most mysterious Meng Po. No one knew where she came from or what her purpose was. Only a bowl of Meng Po soup for each person would make everyone who comes forget this life.
Feng Yu did not choose to go to Meng Po Tangting, but walked towards a place of nothingness.
There must be something else behind the Naihe Bridge, otherwise why would it be obscured by fog and invisible?
Feng Yu said that as you move forward in the mist, even if you can't see the road ahead clearly, you just need to remember the way you came. As long as you remember, you won't get lost here.
As I walked, I felt like I could see the moonlight through the fog. The surrounding fog dissipated, and a path appeared in front of me. It looked very ancient, and the black land was filled with a certain mysterious atmosphere.
Maybe this is the way out.
Feng Yu thought to himself.
He looked at the dilapidated and ancient path and was about to step in when a voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Do you really want to step foot in here?"
Feng Yu turned around and saw an old woman standing behind him with her hunched body and an oil lamp in her hand.
Feng Yu was startled and looked at Meng Poting next to him. The door was opened.
"Are you Po Meng?"
Feng Yu was silent for a moment, unable to figure out what she was thinking, so he asked.
"it's me."
Po Meng nodded, "Everyone in the world says that Po Meng's soup is made with human souls, but they don't know that the recipe is actually very simple."
Feng Yu frowned, wondering why he was saying this to himself, but he still listened patiently because he felt that Po Meng seemed to have something to say to him.
"What formula?"
"The real recipe of Meng Po Soup is actually very simple. It is based on eight kinds of tears: one drop of raw tears, two cups of old tears, three cups of bitter tears, four cups of tears of regret, five cups of tears of lovesickness, six cups of tears of illness, and seven cups of tears. Tears of farewell, this eighth taste, are my tears of sadness."
Feng Yu was startled. He didn't expect that the legendary Meng Po Tang was actually human tears. He really didn't expect it.
"Why bother leaving in a hurry? Why don't you come and take a look at your past and present lives?"
Po Meng walked toward Feng Yu with staggering steps.
Feng Yu's nerves suddenly became tense. This old woman was Po Meng. He seemed to have discovered that he was not a dead person. Otherwise, why would he have told him so much? She would have given him soup a long time ago.
The strange thing is that Meng Po just passed by Feng Yu and hung the oil lamp in her hand at the end of Naihe Bridge. The light yellow halo spread out like a scroll, forming a bright yellow boundary.
Feng Yu looked at her quietly without saying anything. She wanted to see what this Mrs. Meng was going to do.
"Everyone is a soul body and will experience a variety of different lives. No matter how you change, your soul will not change."
Po Meng raised her head, revealing a face full of wrinkles like tree bark, and her smile looked more like crying.
"And I can smell the soul."
"Come on, feel your past life."
Po Meng stretched out her right hand and waved it gently to the side. It was a huge stone that looked very ordinary. In real life, she probably wouldn't even look at it a second time.
But here, especially what appeared next to Po Meng, it was obvious that she had been hiding before.
There must be something magical about it.
Feng Yu thought for a while, there would be a stone inside Naihe Bridge, but he really didn't remember it.
"What's this?"
Feng Yu asked.
"This? You don't know?"
Po Meng was a little surprised and smiled, but she still answered patiently, "This is the Three Life Stone. It records everything about your past and present lives. Everyone sees it differently. You can only see it when you are facing the stone." to your own experience.”
Feng Yu hesitated, "You want me to see my past life?"
"That's right."
Po Meng replied.
Feng Yu was silent. He didn't know what Meng Po's plans were, and why she wanted him to use the Sansheng Stone. Could it be that she would get some kind of benefit?
Seeing that Feng Yu did not agree immediately, Meng Po was not in a hurry and just waited patiently without saying anything.
Feng Yu was silent for a long time. He didn't want to agree, but he had no choice. He could only do this. Everything was due to lack of strength.
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"All fear comes from lack of power."
"If you give him a Gatling, every one of them here will become ashes."
Feng Yu said calmly, "Yes, but I have a condition."
"you say."
Po Meng did not refuse, which made Feng Yu even more hesitant. What is the role of the Sansheng Stone? Po Meng, who would not say a word to him, actually talked to him so much?
Seeing the change in Feng Yu's expression, Meng Po smiled slightly and said, "Don't think so much, I just met an old friend and felt some nostalgia."
Seeing this, Feng Yu couldn't say anything else and asked, "What should I do?"
"You don't have to do anything, just be in front now."
Feng Yu nodded, walked to the stone in response, and looked at this magical three-life stone. Everyone who saw it was the soul after death, with the exception of himself, who was still a living person.
A strange thing happened. The originally calm Sansheng Stone suddenly began to tremble, and the vibration became larger and larger. As time went by, drops of blood slowly flowed out from the gaps in the stone, gradually covering the entire stone.
Feng Yu was a little surprised. He didn't understand why such a thing happened. Or was it the same for other people?
Feng Yu looked at Po Meng, but the latter looked calm, as if he had expected it and everything was normal.
Seeing the stone shaking more and more violently, and feeling like it was about to break, Po Meng suddenly stretched out her old arm and pressed lightly on the stone, and the stone immediately calmed down.
There was no expression on Feng Yu's face, but he was once again afraid of this Meng Po in his heart. He calmed down the stone's abnormality with just one hand.
Po Meng fell silent and didn't speak. Feng Yu didn't speak when he saw this, and the two of them remained silent.
After a long time, Po Meng suddenly smiled and raised her head to look at Feng Yu, "Sure enough, my old friend is still like that, he still looks so arrogant, so arrogant that even I am on guard against him."
Feng Yu was a little confused and didn't see his previous life, but Po Meng suddenly mentioned an old friend.
Feng Yu couldn't help but ask, "Who are you talking about?"
Po Meng shook her head, "If my guess is correct, you are now involved in an incident. I can't tell you, otherwise I will be tainted by the cause and effect."
Feng Yu was startled in his heart, "Involved in an incident? Is it worth talking about strange rules?"
Could it be that Po Meng’s old friend was the one behind the strange stories about rules?
If that's true, then she has some evil intentions towards her own purpose.
"Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you. There are traces of my old friend on you, otherwise I would have to let you taste Meng Po soup today."
Po Meng grinned, her apparently kind face sounded very cold.
"In that case, how do I get out of here?"
Feng Yu was silent for a moment and then asked again.
"Leave here? Hahaha, there is a way, but I don't know if you dare to go."
"What method?" Feng Yu took a deep breath and asked.
"You know, coming to this underworld is not just a road through the gate of hell, but there are actually several entrances to enter."
"What!?"
Feng Yu was stunned and exclaimed in disbelief.
There is actually an entrance. In addition to the gate of hell, there are other entrances to the underworld that can be entered.
"The trail I just saw..."
Feng Yu suddenly remembered the slightly worn path just now.
Po Meng chuckled and said, "You will definitely die if you go on that road. There is the residence of Chakravartin, one of the ten kings of hell. Hehe, he is the powerful one responsible for sending souls to reincarnation."
Feng Yu understands that King Chakravartin is lucky that he has not passed.
"I see, so I hope you can tell me which roads they are."
Feng Yu stared at her closely, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.
"Don't worry, the first one is of course the gate of hell is closed. As the first gate to the underworld, you are told that not even a mosquito can get out."
"If you want to escape from the gate of hell, don't even think about it. Eighteen ghost kings are enough for you to drink a pot."
"The second thing is on the mountain of Dushuo, on the sacred peach tree."
"Dushuo Mountain?"
Feng Yu's eyes showed confusion, he had never heard of this place.
"Besides that, there are the Fire Candle Road and two small places that are not worth mentioning. You just need to leave from this sacred peach tree."
"They say you can enter the underworld but cannot get out, but that's not true. As long as you are powerful enough, no one can stop you."
"These places are places that can be entered except for the ghost gate. The soldiers are relatively sparse and can be entered or exited."
"As for how to search, I'll give this to you. It's up to you whether you can leave alive. I've tried my best."
Po Meng suddenly increased her tone, threw a yellowed drawing to Feng Yu, and then said, "Leave quickly, go this way, don't stay here."
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"Ah, I didn't expect that Feng Yu was so powerful that he even had something to do with the underworld?"
"What do you mean by multiple friends and multiple paths? See, this is the pinnacle!"
"Mother Meng looks so kind, just like my grandma."
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Chen Su looked at Old Feng, "Which places are Meng Po talking about? Do we really have them here?"
Old Feng hesitated, "If what Po Meng said is true, then it is indeed possible to reach Hades, because these places do exist, but the key problem is that we don't know how to enter."
"Look."
Old Feng pulled out a book from a thick pile of information. When everyone saw it, their mouths twitched. It was folklore. Can't academic research be more rigorous?
Old Feng skillfully opened the book and turned to a certain page. Everyone came forward and saw several entrances on it.
