Legend of the Great Sage

readx(); Maybe this "Wangxiang Terrace" is essentially a magic circle with magical effect, which can reflect the deepest memory of the hometown of the people on the stage. But no matter how he ran the "Book of Freedom", the scene in front of him was still lifelike, without the slightest fluctuation.

He looked down the stage again, and suddenly found a curved wooden bridge spanning a large river. The river was as clear as blue, but it was very shallow. The bridge body is also engraved with two words: "Neihe."

How can I still see the endless smoke waves and the long bridge that has been walking for a long time.

At this time, a soul-enchanting messenger waited and took a yin god to the bridge, walking very slowly.

On the other end of the bridge, there is thousands of feet of yellow dust, which is insignificant.

This hell realm is completely different from the human realm, the monster realm, the Asura realm, and even the hungry ghost realm. Unpredictable, indescribable.

The big blue-faced ghost shouted impatiently: "Hey, the one above, come down quickly, it's time, and you'll get more merit if you look at it again!"

Li Qingshan walked down from the Wangxiang platform in a trance, and the fooled old man grabbed him: "Boy, give me back my Lingyu!"

Li Qingshan said perfunctorily: "I'll pay you back later."

Niutou A's heart is strange: "Is this kid also homesick?"

The old man shouted, "Master Ma Mian, please call the shots for me!"

"What are you shouting, keep walking, and take care of your things!" Ma Mian sneered: "Good boy, I'll see what you will do next!"

After passing Wangxiangtai, it didn't take long for a tea shed to block the way. Either it was built on the side of the road, or it was blocked on the right road. There were cliffs on both sides. A long flag fluttered on a flagpole of the tea shed, and the word "Soup" was written on it. .

An old woman with goosebumps sat at the door, holding a spoon in her hand, and greeted, "Come and drink the soup."

Meng Po soup!

Li Qingshan raised his head slightly, just based on the unfortunate place covered by the tea shed, he knew that this bowl of soup was unavoidable. I didn't see a merit box, so I was a little relieved.

A little closer. But found it strange.

There were two soup pots in front of Madam Meng, both of which were steaming hot. There are two stacks of bowls, one large and one small. The mouth of the big bowl is missing, and the black porcelain is gray. Beautifully small. White porcelain bucket color.

A pot of soup thick as asphalt,

It exudes an unpleasant medicinal smell; the other pot of soup is as light as white water, but it has a refreshing aroma.

Madam Meng first used a small white porcelain bowl, scooped out two bowls of clear soup, and handed it to Niu Tau Ma Mian: "Two brothers. Lao Shen just used a new soup from a thousand-year-old hen, try it!"

Ma tasted the noodles: "Mr. Meng, your craftsmanship is still so good, but it's getting more and more economical. Let alone a thousand years, I don't think it's even a hundred years."

"Business is not good, and the people who have come here are poor people recently!" Madam Meng said to Li Qingshan with a kind expression: "Little brother, which bowl do you want to drink?"

Li Qingshan had already heard Niutou A's talk on the road, the effect of this Meng Po soup is not to make people forget the past, but to seal all the cultivation bases.

Although the god of yang and yin. Once you drink this bowl of soup, you will be no different from ordinary people, and you will no longer be able to use the slightest mana.

In this state, once re-entering the cycle of reincarnation, there will be a mystery in the womb, and all past life memories will inevitably be lost.

But Niu Tau A Pang didn't tell him that there were other options for this soup, so he reached out and pointed to the pot of clear soup.

"This little brother really knows how to choose. After drinking this bowl of soup, he won't fall into hell. Don't forget the past!"

Po Meng smiled more kindly, but instead of scooping up the soup, she stretched out a chicken-claw-like hand.

Li Qingshan suddenly understood that the pot of clear soup was to be bought. And the price must be expensive, I am afraid it is one of the most in need of management.

After drinking this bowl of clear soup, you can maintain your own cultivation, and even if you are thrown into hell, you can cast spells to resist. Even if there is still a mystery in the womb when reincarnated, the memory of thoughts can be preserved and processed. can be restored in the future.

It was definitely not accidental that Chu Tian was able to restore some of Lin Xuan's memories, it was because he drank this bowl of Meng Po soup that "don't fall into hell and never forget the past". Not to mention soup, even just a bowl of water can be sold for sky-high prices.

This level can be said to be very important, and it is a matter of life and death. It is definitely not comparable to "famous scenic spots" such as "Wangxiangtai", and there is no choice at all. You have to drink, and you have to drink.

Seeing that Li Qingshan couldn't take it out, Madam Meng's face gradually became gloomy. She put down the small white porcelain bowl, picked up the large black porcelain bowl, and scooped a bowl full: "Poor ghosts only deserve this!"

"Alas, people say that hell rewards the good and punishes the evil, but I didn't expect that they still dislike the poor and love the rich!"

Li Qingshan sighed bitterly and took the large black porcelain bowl. The smell was even more pungent, bubbles were bubbling up, and something like insects came up. I don't know what disgusting things were being cooked.

Meng Po Yin smiled and said, "Don't look down on this bowl of soup. In terms of ingredients, it's more expensive than this pot! Keep it safe and drink it, you won't escape the torture, and you will forget the past!" She said sharply, "Drink it quickly!"

Ma Mian sneered: "If you don't drink it, you can only drink it."

Niutou Abang smiled and said, "Hey, Lao Niu pays for himself, you can ask my virtuous brother to drink more bowls!"

"What's the point of saying that, big brother, you're spending money!"

Three faces stared at Li Qingshan, stern, mocking, or sneering.

Li Qingshan didn't think this hell was terrible at first, but suddenly felt a little palpitations: "Okay, I'll drink it! I'll drink it!"

Seeing him pinching his nose and drinking this bowl of soup with a twisted expression, Ma Mian couldn't help laughing: "I won't cry if I don't see the coffin, it's too late to regret it now."

Niutou Ah Fang sighed in his heart. On the Huangquan Road, he wanted to give Li Qingshan some treasures, and let him take care of it up and down. It was a simple matter. But since you have chosen this path, you must go this way. Otherwise, a "smart person" who knows how to manage up and down, how can he repeatedly speak rudely and blame others!

Li Qingshan gulped down the soup in one go, the soup melted in the mouth, and a trace of it melted into the sun god. Suddenly, he felt paralyzed all over his body, and he continued to walk forward staggeringly, his expression was desperate.

Madam Meng was so used to seeing such scenes that she didn't bother to look at the poor ghost, and went to entertain the next "customer".

Just as Li Qingshan crossed the soup pot, he suddenly flew up and kicked the pot of thick soup.

With a bang, the soup pot smashed into pieces on the rock wall, and the thick soup spilled all over the floor.

Even if she had a ghost immortal cultivation, she was caught off guard and cried out in pain, "My soup!"

This pot of thick soup consumes a lot of precious materials to achieve the effect of sealing cultivation, and it is extremely difficult to cook.

Li Qingshan spit out a bad breath, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Good soup!" To the stunned old man: "It's back to you."

Po Meng's chicken-claw-like hands grabbed his neck fiercely, and said sharply, "Give me the soup!"

"Okay!" Li Qingshan smiled and patted his stomach: "When I digest it, I will pee out and use it as a mirror for you to see how ugly your old face is!"

Madam Meng was going crazy: "I killed you!"

"Okay, come and come, I beg you to give me a good time, not killing is not a person!"

Ma Mian was stunned for a while, and then asked Niutou Abang, "Is there something wrong with this kid's brain?"

"Well, it's not too sick!"

But for some reason, he just wanted to laugh and let out a sullen breath.

The man who was pressed to the ground, unable to resist but never yielded, seemed to radiate dazzling light, breaking through this dark hell. (To be continued.)