Jinghuayuan fourth cycle

The fourth time: Meng po Tang

In the endless darkness, a ray of fire rises, bright red and hot, just like the last scene before death.

Everything is burning. ...

In the gray smoke, those pious eyes seem to be still flashing, and the scarred arm hangs down again, hitting the bronze mirror with a crunchy sound!

Xie Xiaozhen suddenly woke up, rubbed his misty eyes, looked around for a while and found himself in a strange place.

There were many white shadows around. When she recognized them carefully, she found that they were all people, but their faces and eyes were dull. Men, women and children were striding towards a tall and ancient stone gate.

From a distance, it seems that there are three ancient characters written on the Shimen door. Xie Xiaozhen didn't know them, but she heard the guard at the door.

"After the gate of hell, I stopped the mountain, and the official closed the mountain to handle affairs. Don't stay, move forward quickly. "

Hearing the word "the gate of hell", Xie Xiaozhen hit her head in a daze, and it took a long time to come to her senses. It turned out that he was confused and dead!

Looking at the indifferent people coming and going around on the overgrown ancient road, her heart trembled slightly, and her sadness climbed up like a slender vine in the field, and her blood was dripping, bright red and hot.

She wants to say "I'm sorry", and she wants to tell that person herself, but the person she misses, the person she feels guilty about, doesn't know where she is now?

The taste was so sad and bitter that she couldn't help crying.

Glittering tears fell on the ancient road and penetrated into the black soil. Suddenly, a green seedling came out of it, but in a short time, the green seedling had grown three feet, and the shiny green leaves grew out in a short time, but they turned yellow in a short time, and when the leaves fell, they blossomed, and a bright red flower appeared in a short time, swaying in the wind.

Seeing this bizarre scene, Xie Xiaozhen was startled for a long time, until she saw a kind old monk standing by the flower, dressed in a yellow and antique cassock, with white hair and beard, and I don't know when he came to her side. The old monk stared at her, pointed to the flower and asked softly, "Girl, is this your flower?"

Xie Xiaozhen nodded, but suddenly shook his head, eyes full of vacant.

The old monk smiled: "This is the flower on the other side, born of your true tears." People who see the other side will have an afterlife. Congratulations, you have a chance to be reincarnated. "

"reincarnation?"

Xie Xiaozhen shook his head blankly and sighed: "Reincarnation is meaningless to me. I just want to find someone. I'm not going anywhere without him. "

The old monk smiled at her: "What a coincidence today! Two people must see the flowers on the other side. Is the person you are looking for not here? "

He pointed not far ahead. Xie Xiaozhen looked intently, only to see the gray fog gradually dispersed, revealing an ancient pavilion in which a young man was desperately waving to her.

Once familiar faces now appear in front of us.

That warm smiling face is like spring breeze.

As soon as she warmed up, she hurried over.

"Xiaozhen!" The young man also ran out of the pavilion and hugged her tightly.

Xie Xiaozhen bumped into his arms and cried loudly. "I'm sorry Wang Shi, I'm sorry! " Hot tears welled up in her eyes, and at this moment, sadness and joy welled up in her heart.

"Xiao Zhen, don't be sad ... I'm so glad to meet you ..." Wang Shi said softly with tears in his eyes, patting her back. "But I'm miserable ..." His voice trembled slightly.

Xie Xiaozhen choked and asked, "What hurts?"

Wang Shi bit his lip and his eyes were full of bitterness. "I was struggling, just hope you can survive, but my efforts seem to have been in vain, and you didn't survive, which made me very painful ..."

"Don't be miserable, ok? I will be satisfied to see you again and say sorry to you! " Xie Xiaozhen clung to Wang Shi's chest, closed her eyes and tried to feel the solid warmth.

"all right! Son, you still have a long way to go, and there is always a chance to meet again in the afterlife. "

A soft voice came from the ear. Wang Shi and Xie Xiaozhen turned their heads to look, only to find that the old monk had stood beside them unconsciously, and his cheeks suddenly turned red, and they quickly separated.

The old monk smiled, turned and walked forward without looking back, and said, "Come with me, and I'll send you to reborn."

As they walked along, there were fewer and fewer white figures around them, and the sound of running water gradually came from the endless road ahead. After the dense fog cleared, a vast and muddy river slowly appeared in front of them. Not far away, there is a gray-white ancient stone bridge, under which there is a stove and a waist-thick jar. Sparks were flying on the stove, and an old woman stood beside the jar, shaking a cattail leaf fan, as if making soup.

The old monk walked up to the old woman, folded his hands and asked, "Seven, can you drink your soup?"

The old woman snorted without looking back. "How dare you ask me!"

The old monk touched his bald forehead and said with a wry smile, "Hey, I said, Ah Qi, I am also the king of land treasure. Please give me some face! "

When they said this, Wang Shi and Xie Xiaozhen were really shocked. They never imagined that this kind-hearted old monk in a shabby robe turned out to be a bodhisattva! And it must be Meng Po who is squatting under Naihe Bridge to make soup.

Meng Po staring at the earth treasure bodhisattva, "you return not bashful call earth treasure king? I can have soup in Meng Po every day, but you haven't seen a figure for many years. Can you tell me if you are qualified? "

Buried by Meng Po, the Earth Treasure King Bodhisattva blushed and cried, "You said you had lived so long, but you still lost such a big temper! Oh, stop it! Give these two children two bowls of soup. "

Meng Po scooped the wooden spoon in his hand into the jar, and brought out two bowls of clear Meng Po soup. He served it to Wang Shi and Xie Xiaozhen, looked up at them and said coldly, "Come-drink it!"

Wang Shi looked at the Tibetan King Bodhisattva, holding Meng Po Tang in his hand. He was surprised and asked, "Grandpa Bodhisattva, I heard that once this Meng Po Tang is drunk, the past will be forgotten. I don't want to forget Xiaozhen. Can I not drink? "

Xie Xiaozhen frowned and said, "Grandpa Bodhisattva, I don't want to forget him, and I don't want to drink."

"This can't be done without drinking!" The bodhisattva, the king of earth treasure, shook his head and said, "If you reincarnate with the memory of this past life, won't the world be in a mess?" Besides, as soon as I was born, I remembered my previous life and lost my innocence and happiness in vain. How distressed will it be? This world of mortals is so troublesome. When you are an adult, you may suffer from severe depression. What do you say about this place? "

He was speechless for a moment, and Meng Po quickly interjected: "If you don't remember the past life, you will enjoy the afterlife!"

"That's right! That's it. "The Earth Treasure King Bodhisattva smiled at Wang Shi and Xie Xiaozhen:" Don't remember the past life, enjoy the afterlife! "

When they were holding bowls, they were still hesitating. The Bodhisattva said softly, "Don't worry! You two are not finished yet. When you meet, leave everything to the afterlife. "

Wang Shi looked at the Bodhisattva and saw that the eyes of the Bodhisattva were soft and firm. He understood that what the Bodhisattva said was true, and his heart was strengthened a lot.

He turned to look at Xie Xiaozhen beside him, his eyes full of sincerity and tenderness. "Jane, you have to wait for me, and I will definitely find you."

Xie Xiaozhen's eyes lit up and nodded and said, "You have to wait for me, too. I will definitely find you."

"Don't be afraid, I'll come first." After a pause, Wang Shi turned and took Meng Po Tang, and drank it in an instant.

Xie Xiaozhen wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, slowly picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp.

As long as you drink it, the afterlife may be as beautiful as the bodhisattva said-don't remember the past life, enjoy the afterlife, and there will always be a time to meet.

Unfortunately, it was only that moment, whether it was early or late.

At that moment, Xie Xiaozhen felt that the vanity in front of her suddenly trembled, only to hear a loud noise of "chip", and a lightning burst in front of her eyes.

Suddenly, a figure jumped out of the void, holding a long sword, the blade faintly with sharp silvery white lightning. It must be this man who volleyed a sword.

This sword is really earth-shattering! Xie Xiaozhen was stunned by the earthquake and took a few breaths to return to absolute being. She touched herself up and down and found that she was safe and sound. She suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, but turned her head and turned pale with surprise.

Wang Shi, who was beside him, has long since disappeared.

……

Six years after the opening of the Tang Dynasty.

On the foggy land of Zhong Nanshan, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the stone steps meander to the top of the platform.

This place is called Louguantai.

Qi Hui, a Taoist in Louguan, once sponsored the Li Yuan Uprising. After Li Yuan established the Tang Dynasty, he especially favored Louguandao. Li Tang imperial clan regards Laozi, the ancestor of Taoism, as the holy father, and respects Taoism very much. In the early years of Wude, a large-scale Zongsheng Palace was built.

This balcony is the gate of the sacred palace.

The breeze gently picked up the dead leaves and dropped them. At this time, the moonlight is like frost, falling on the ground, and the silver light swaying between shadows is like a cold mountain spring.

A Taoist priest in Tsing Yi knelt on the balcony with a long sword, and an old man with white hair and beard stood on the gray stone steps in front of him.

The old man stroked his long beard and his eyes were dignified.

"Aoki, you are very talented. After 26 years of hard work, it is not easy to get into this country. From what I have seen, I hope to see that street in the next decade. Are you still determined to go? "

Aoki, a Taoist priest in Tsing Yi, bowed his head and said, "Please forgive me too. Jia Ci has only one disciple under his knee and has been ill for many years now. It's time for his disciples to be filial. "

The old man sighed: "Anyway, if you practice the method of breaking the secluded place, I hope you can make good use of it."

Aoki lowered his head and said, "I will follow your teacher's orders."

"Let's go ..." The old man smoothed his sleeves and turned to leave.

"Master ..."

Aoki was silent for a moment and looked up, leaving only the mountain wind in front of the balcony.

He kowtowed again, got up and left decisively.

Aoki went down the mountain and rushed to Lantian, Shaanxi overnight. He walked fast and crossed the path in the mountains. The cold dew wet his clothes and the branches hung on his wrist, but that didn't stop him from going home.

At this time, the night is dim, and a little reddish light gradually emerges from the hills not far away. After running a mile, the outlines of several huts emerged, and he felt a heat at once.

Mom, I'm back. ...

He rushed to the front of the hut, pushed open the room and looked around. His mother is not in the room, so she must be tired and have a rest. At this time, the dim oil lamp shone on the house all around, and his heart was full of bitterness. So he took off the burden on his back, took out a brocade box, took out a crimson Dan medicine, and muttered to himself, "Mother, if you take this Dan medicine, your illness will definitely disappear."

He pushed open his mother's door and saw her lying on her side in bed, holding Dan medicine in her hand, stepping forward and gently pushing her shoulder.

"Mom, the baby is back."

He has a soft tone and infinite joy.

But mom didn't move.

"Mom!"

His voice rose a little, but the old man on the bed still did not move.

Aoki's heart trembled, and he reached out his trembling fingers and gently explored the tip of his mother's nose, and his heart suddenly sank.

His face was livid, and his original joy had long since vanished.

At this moment, my mother's face is as calm as water, but there is no breath. Obviously, she is dead. ...

She died suddenly in her sleep.

Aoki collapsed to the ground, shoulders trembling, silent for a long time, and finally burst into tears.

"Mother and son are unfilial-"

He hit the ground with his fist and his eyes were bloodshot.

He worked hard for many years and spent countless hours refining the elixir, but it was all in vain.

Five years old, seven years old, eleven years old ... The past under my mother's knee, beautiful ... has disappeared.

In great pain, he hugged his mother's body tightly and suddenly had a flash of light.

He hurriedly squeezed out the sword tactic, and a low voice sang in his throat: "God has his heart, and man has his heart. Qian Qian is a god and Qian Qian is a teacher. Emergency call! 1234567765432 1, I have something urgent to serve the old gentleman in the imperial palace ... "

Lou Guandao's ghost call is one of his closed-door practices. He has been practicing hard for more than ten years, and now it is time!

After death, the soul swims out with the last breath in the body. With this breath, the soul can still stay in the body of the dead for twelve hours. At this time, the human soul is unconscious and generally wanders aimlessly around the body. However, this is for a person with normal constitution. If his mother is so ill, it will be gone in five or six hours.

He just expects his mother's soul to stay here. As long as he stays here, he can call his soul back, and then he will come back to life, and then he will help, and maybe there is a chance.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his thoughts completely scattered, and tried his best to search for his mother's soul, but an hour passed and he found nothing. ...

Mother was obviously at a loss.

God is the transformation of qi, and qi becomes the vitality of heaven and earth after being dispersed.

The soul ... is finished ...

No-never give up like this!

No matter how far, no matter how dangerous!

Even if you break the prison, even if you die!

Mom-I must find you!

The next chapter in the table of contents: Chapter 5? Poyou