How can one become an immortal if one is so lazy?

However, at this moment, a familiar breath suddenly passed by me!

Blowing a mouthful of soup gently, Meng Po looked at Hei Yang with a smile: "Guess, who is this familiar breath?"

Hei Yang: "..."

Chapter 116 As long as you ask for two straws when you buy it, no one will know that I drink two cups alone

"Yes, who is this person?"

Hei Yang showed a puzzled expression: "Let me guess, first exclude me, then...

Oh, right! I just saw a tall and fierce horse outside, it must be it!

Oh my, I was thinking, why does it look a little wrong, it turns out that the horse face of the underworld ran out!

Oh, by the way, does it have a brother, the bull head, running out with it?

Ha, they are too much, let them get away with it like this, where is the face of the underworld!

How about this? Let me go first, and I'll help you catch the horse-faced and bull-headed people!

Humph, don't worry, I... I hate the bull-headed people the most when I leave the forest. I'll chop them up when I see them..."

"Your mouth is much better than it was back then. You must have practiced it a lot in these years."

Meng Po still had a kind face: "Okay, don't guess, it's you, kid.

Also, don't retreat secretly, there's no way to go back."

"You must have remembered it wrong!"

Hei Yang was about to cry: "Well, you receive thousands of people on the Naihe Bridge every day, so it's normal to be face-blind occasionally!

Not to mention that it's been sixteen years, and my prosecution period should have passed..."

"Indeed, day by day, year by year, there are really a lot of people received."

Meng Po sighed: "But, there are always a few little troublemakers here that I remember deeply."

"The little troublemakers must be the bull-headed and horse-faced!"

"It's you. "Oh..." Heiyang said with a sad face: "This is already... It's already a matter of the last life. Please forgive me and let me go, please!" "How can this be possible? You said that if you can get away with it, where will the face of the underworld be?" Meng Po suddenly smiled embarrassedly. "To be honest, I will retire next year. Before retirement, I always wanted to leave no regrets, but I met you as a regret. Maybe this is what good is rewarded with good and evil is punished with evil." Heiyang: "???" You might as well make it clear. Whoever does evil will be punished with evil! Don't you think that the role you are playing now is the big villain?!

Smiling kindly and forcing people to death? "That is to say..." Heiyang suddenly felt a little out of breath, and his voice trembled: "That is to say, as long as I hide for another year, nothing will happen? ”

So his good luck in these years is all concentrated before he turns sixteen!

Then the days ahead are over?

“That’s not it!”

Meng Po looked at Hei Yang and sighed: “Everyone can only drink one bowl of this Meng Po soup, one bowl less or one bowl more is not okay.

You boiled that bowl of soup in your previous life for sixteen years, and this bowl of soup now has been waiting for you for sixteen years.”

“Could it be…”

Hei Yang pursed his lips and said unwillingly: “Am I destined not to live to the age of seventeen in my two lives? Is this fate!”

Damn it, he is unwilling, my fate is determined by…

“Think too much.”

Meng Po knocked on the edge of the pot with a soup spoon: “It’s just a coincidence, and haven’t you passed your seventeenth birthday?”

“Ah?”

Hei Yang was interrupted from casting the spell and tilted his head: “Yes.”

“Don’t be wrong. "

Meng Po filled the bowl and handed it to Hei Yang: "Drink it while it's hot, it will affect the taste if it gets cold.

What, do you want grandma to feed you? Open your mouth, ah——"

"Ah, I don't think I can get used to it, how about you try it for me first?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it's good."

"I think I should force you to drink it."

Hei Yang looked at the reflection in the bowl, his Adam's apple rolling: "Really, can't we discuss it..."

"No."

Meng Po shook her head and suddenly showed a vigilant expression: "If you dare to use it as a mouthwash for me again this time, I will pour this pot of soup into your stomach!"

Hei Yang: "!!!"

"No, didn't you say..."

Hei Yang crossed his hands on his chest to defend: "Didn't you say that this soup is very precious, and drinking one more bowl is not okay? !"

"Anyway, I've made an exception for you, so it's up to you. ”

Meng Po said casually: "Don't you think about how many bowls of soup I have to serve every day? It would be strange if it is really that precious.

According to what you said in your previous life, this is hunger marketing, to establish a brand image and enhance the credibility of the underworld..."

"It is worthy of saying that it is powerful to retire soon, and you dare to say anything..."

Hei Yang covered his mouth tightly, and his voice came out from between his fingers: "You said that I am an exception, so let me go as an exception."

"No, there are big and small exceptions."

Meng Po said nothing: "Drink it yourself quickly, grandma doesn't want to do it herself.

Drink it quickly, drink a bowl of soup, and forget everything in this life and the past life..."

"All... forget everything..."

Hei Yang was stunned, and vivid figures flashed through his mind. The laughter and scolding of his loved ones were still vivid. Do you really want to forget?

"Hey, why is the child crying?"

Po Meng showed a puzzled look: "I remember that you were very happy when you drank the soup last time. Although you were reluctant to part with it, except for using the soup as mouthwash, you were very cooperative with the rest, right?"

It was because of Hei Yang's cooperative attitude that she let her guard down!

"Last life, this life..."

Hei Yang sobbed and whispered: "Can you just forget the last life, and don't let me forget this life..."

"ah?"

"The second bowl is half price..."

Hei Yang quibbled in a low voice: "So I only pay half of the memory, can't I?"

Po Meng: "..."

"no!"

Po Meng refused the half-price ticket.

"Then we can only..."

Hei Yang lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then slowly pulled out his sword and looked at Po Meng: "Don't drink!"

"Um?"

Po Meng showed a surprised expression: "You still dare to draw your sword against me?"

"It's a bit of a psychological comfort."

Hei Yang sniffed, wiped away his tears, and looked at Po Meng: "Although I know it's useless."

"Then do you know what the consequences will be if you draw a sword against me?"

Po Meng's face darkened: "Aren't you afraid that your soul will be lost and you won't even have the chance to be reincarnated?"

"It's better to lose your soul than forget it! Just forget it!"

Hei Yang roared: "Come on! Either I stay in this life, or I die in this life with my soul scattered. Don't even think about reincarnation!"

Come on, do it, kill me..."

"let me……"

Hei Yang choked up: "The soul will fly... the soul will disperse..."

"..."

Po Meng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "In this life, people who are worried about you can't rest assured, right?"

"Um……"

Hei Yang's face gradually calmed down, and his eye circles turned red: "I know that for people in your profession, this kind of life and death happens countless times a day, and it has long been commonplace.

But for me, it’s once in a lifetime.

Just think that I am ignorant, slap me to death, and then laugh and say: This child is so naive. When he has more experience, he will know that there is nothing that he cannot let go of.

But for me, the more I experience, the harder it is to let go. "

"..."

Po Meng shook her head and lifted the pot, revealing the supporting stone underneath.

"Don't say grandma doesn't take care of you. Carve the person you can't let go on this little Sansheng stone. When you come back in the next life, you can still think of it when you see it.

Life after life, maybe there will be a chance to meet again in the future. "

"No moment."

Hei Yang's voice has completely calmed down: "It's enough that they are engraved in my heart."

"You are pushing yourself into a dead end."

"I'm at the end of my rope."

Hei Yang looked up at the sky, which was all gray: "Really, is there no other way?"

"The rest of the way will only be worse than this. You don't belong to this world. If you don't go through this, you will be in endless trouble in the future.

It doesn't matter if you are weak now, but when you become strong and attract the attention of others in the travel world, when the heavenly calamity comes and your fate is cut off, you will become a lone star in the sky, and the people around you will also be affected.

In other words, you are stowaway, and only by filling up the bowl of soup can the disaster be eliminated. "

Po Meng waved her sleeves to disperse the fog behind her, revealing the rolling waters of Wangchuan River behind her.

The blood-yellow river water exudes a fishy smell, and lonely ghosts are wailing and sinking in it. There are copper snakes writhing in the water, with piercing eyes.

"Of course, there are no other ways, but this road is much more difficult than drinking soup."

The smile on Mrs. Meng's face disappeared, and she turned to look at the Wangchuan River: "You also know that only those who have done many evil things and have great concerns will be pushed off the Naihe Bridge, fall into the Wangchuan River, and sink for thousands of generations. You are not allowed to turn over.

But if you can get through it, you can return to the world with your memories. From then on, your account will be wiped off, and you will be able to live in this world openly and honestly.

But if you can't get through it, you will sink forever and never be able to stand up again.

Believe me, it was definitely not a good experience. I have met many strong-willed generals, philosophers, ascetics, and paranoid people who were very difficult to convince.