What would happen if Meng Po was allowed to drink Meng Po Tang?

Actually, Meng Po drinks soup, and Meng Po's maiden name is Meng. Meng Po has never been married, so she has no in-laws surname. Meng Po's name has been forgotten by everyone, including herself. Most men in those days were just, brave, strong and rich, while women were in the flower season, apricot, lotus, plum, peach and spring. Come to think of it, Meng Po doesn't care what her name used to be. Meng Po's greatest achievement in his life is that he made a good soup, which is famous far and near. Everyone who has drunk her soup is full of praise, saying that it is the best soup in the world. The fame spread far and wide, even the emperor wanted to drink Meng Po Tang. After drinking once, I was dissatisfied, so I had the idea of leaving Meng Po in the palace to cook soup for him alone. Although Meng Po had never read a book, he also understood that "being with a gentleman is like being with a tiger" and "freedom is precious", so he politely refused him and said that he would rather die than follow. In a rage, Meng Po returned to the west. It is said that on the day of Meng Po's murder, it rained for six days, and it didn't stop until midnight. Peter said that after Meng Po went down to the underworld, Yan regarded Meng Po's life as a diligent and helpful person. Besides, he also died for himself. He also thought that most people who come to the underworld often think of what happened in their previous lives, so that the mortal world is in a mess, and a stranger comes out one moment and a strange road the next. So Meng Po was sent to open a shop next to Naihe Bridge, and the signboard was "Meng Po Hall". People who cross the bridge must drink a bowl of Mengpo soup to move on. The prince withdrew all his followers and said to Meng Po, You must drink this soup. If someone doesn't drink it, it will definitely cause chaos on earth. This crime is not generally light. Meng Po misread Yan's love and obeyed Wang Xun. Yan gave Meng Po a small bag of powder, which made him feel a little shocked. He said: every mortal has several generations of reincarnation, and the grievances, sorrows and joys of the previous generation cannot be brought to the next generation. If you put this worry-free powder in the soup, people who drink it will forget everything in the past. Meng Po, yes or no, stand down. Naiheqiao business is very good, and there is an endless stream every day. Anyone who passes by the bridge goes to Yangjie to arrest people or do things. Everything from the bridge was reported from the underworld after the prime of life. Anyone who has lived through the dead knows that Meng Po's soup was well cooked, and Meng Po's death. Although I was surprised that Meng Po moved the store to Naiheqiao, I didn't ask much. When he sat down, he drank a bowl, stopped at the bridge and went on. Meng Po is also used to this life, making soup every day. The raw materials are still in the first pot, and then add water to make soup. Occasionally, when there are few people, Meng Po will sigh and forget whether the past is good or bad. Meng Po doesn't know, but Meng Po himself has never eaten this soup. Thousands of years have passed, and Meng Po still cooks soup every day, thinking about things thousands of years ago. After all, Meng Po had a poor memory in his later years. Although he kept Yan's advice in mind, he was inevitably negligent. If people who don't drink Meng Po Tang throw themselves into the dead again, it will be reported that people died in the underworld. They must drink Meng Po Tang first and forget everything in their previous lives. Then someone came up from Naihe Bridge. Although most people drink soup voluntarily, some people would rather die than drink it. Meng Po clearly remembers that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival on the Day of the Dead, and Meng Po was sitting on the Naihe Bridge watching the moon. The moon is round and bright like a silver plate, reflecting the water under the bridge very clearly. Meng Po was holding the moon cakes made by the underworld, tasting them bit by bit, when suddenly he vaguely saw a woman coming from the other side of the bridge. Young women in their twenties and eighties have beautiful almond eyes and pink cheeks. At this moment, the woman staggered onto the bridge with tears in her eyes. She passed by Meng Po, ignored her and sat in Meng Po's shop. Meng Po sighed and put a bowl of soup in front of the girl. The girl's almond eyes were wide open, and two lines of clear tears streamed down her face for a while. "Meng Yuyan, I really can't drink this soup." Girl, talk to me. Meng Po has nothing to say. "Mother-in-law." The girl knelt down and said, "Li Lang and I have sincere feelings and have sworn to death. Today, her mother suspected my family was poor and planted it on me. My only death showed innocence. Before she died, Li Lang came, and I promised him that I would make up with him after rebirth. Grandma, I can't forget the past. " Say that finish, tears streaming down her face. Meng Po's eyes are wet, too. She has never been married in her life, and she envies those affectionate and righteous children's families. At the moment, Meng Po is really embarrassed. Don't drink, yan will blame her, besides, she Meng Po also cannot be flexible. Drink, this child is separated by Yin and Yang, and it would be best if we could meet again in reincarnation. At this point, Meng Po felt this regret. I knew I didn't cook this soup, and let myself suffer. Without saying anything, one person pried open her mouth, and the other person took the bowl and fell. Before Meng Po could stop her, a bowl of Meng Po soup was poured into the woman's mouth. Look at that girl again. At this point, her eyes are straight, tears are still hanging on her face, and her mouth is still mumbling about Li Lang. This matter has worried Meng Po for quite a while, and her mood has dropped a lot. On this day, Yin Yin brought another strong man with blood all over his face. Meng Po secretly surprised, soup in front of him. The strong man waved his hand and said, damn it, I don't drink this soup. The porcelain bowl fell to the ground and the soup spilled. Yin Yin stepped forward to hold the strong man down and scolded, "If you want to drink, you have to drink, or you have to drink!" ! The strong man stood up and struggled, and became a ball with Yin Yin. All the tables and chairs have become their fighting tools, smashing and smashing. Meng Po stood by without fear or panic. After a thousand years, Meng Po was already in shock. The strong are always injured, and soon they are at a disadvantage and caught by bad news. Grandmother of, Lao tze not to drink, Lao tze want to remember blood feud, Lao tze also want revenge! The strong man let out a cry, struggled for a while and collapsed to the ground. Quietly, Meng Po tidy up the overturned equipment. I vaguely heard the extremely depressed crying and walked carefully. Watching the strong man burst into tears. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that men don't cry lightly, and they don't shed tears when they bleed. That strong man cried so sadly that it was even more amazing than a woman's crying. Meng Po picked up the strong man and said softly, Is it time for revenge? In this way, in this way ... the strong man's voice is sonorous: You don't know, that dog officer killed my parents and ruined my wife while I was away. After my wife committed suicide, the dog officer will put me to death, and pity my three-month-old child, who died with her mother before she was born. Meng Po was shocked when he heard this, and then he was extremely sad and angry. This damn dog officer will be punished if he goes to the underworld. The strong man still drank Meng Po's soup. Before drinking, he knelt down and kowtowed three times, muttering: I'm sorry, mom and dad ..................................................................................................................................... As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw wronged eyes, helpless eyes, sad cries and sad entreaties. Meng Po thought that the saddest thing in the world should be quiet and there should be no anger in the underworld. Unexpectedly, after death, the soul is still concerned about how many crimes the wicked have committed in this world. Meng Po began to blame himself again, forcing the lovers who knew each other to share things in the next life, forcing the people who were in debt with blood to be unable to be clean, forcing the children who had been unfilial to be unfilial after rebirth, and forcing the wicked not to repent after doing evil. Yan looked at the changes in Meng Po and one day confessed to Meng Po. Meng Po knelt on the ground and begged Yan not to let her make this Meng Po soup again. Yan closed her eyes without saying a word. Meng Po, you have been in the underworld for thousands of years. You know, we shouldn't treat the soul with human feelings. Everything in the world disappeared as they came to the underworld. After drinking Meng Po Tang, their reincarnation was blank. There's nothing wrong with that. Meng Po whispered, I understand what Yan said, although I haven't read Meng Po's book. However, there are exceptions that should not forget past lives. I have never been married in my life. I don't know love in the world, but I also know kindness. Is it cruel to forget everything? Yan shook his head and shook his head again. The heavy voice said, Meng Po, this is the rule of the underworld. There is no flexibility, only this. Meng Po was silent for a moment, as if he had made a decision. She looked up at Yan and said, well, I'll drink Meng Po soup just like them. Yan was frightened and asked Meng Po Tang: Do you know what will happen if you drink Meng Po Tang? Meng Po shook his head. Will become a person without memory and thoughts, and cannot be reincarnated again. Yan patted the armrest of the seat, sighed and said, now you know. Tears gradually floated in Meng Po's eyes, and the tears accumulated for thousands of years slowly slid down Meng Po's face: If you look at people's pain like this, you are a dementia. I've decided. Say and turn away. It was very quiet that night, and no one came to drink Mengpo soup. Meng Po opened the window to meet the moonlight in the shop. Silver and white mixed with the shadow of weeping willows by the river make the atmosphere in the store quiet and meticulous. Meng Po washed his hair by the river in the moonlight, reflecting the efforts of the river to comb the silver thread entangled for thousands of years, put it behind his head, and then inserted a hairpin. Put on a clean coat and a dark apron around your chest. This is the girl she dressed up as. Everything is in order, Meng Po scooped a bowl of Meng Po soup. The soup is pure in color and fragrant. Meng Po looked intently for a while, smiled and said to himself, this is the soup I have been cooking in Meng Po for thousands of years. As he spoke, he lifted his neck and drank the soup. It's really good soup, fragrant but not greasy, thick but not thick, smells refreshing and has an endless aftertaste. From then on, Meng Po forgot everything and didn't know anything. She just cooks soup by Naihe Bridge every day, and stares at the running water under the bridge when she is resting. Yin Yin asked in a low voice whether Meng Po really drank his own soup. Why doesn't it look like dementia? Yes and no, who knows, who can tell.