When I followed behind Young Master Ji and watched the heavy rain wash over them, the sad atmosphere suddenly made my heart ache.
I couldn't stand it and squatted down as if I was one with that woman. I had to bear everything about her.
I couldn't open my eyes in pain. I could only clearly feel the world spinning around me and moving rapidly. I lost my balance and fell to the ground.
Soon, his ears were filled with the whistling of the wind and the sound of lava rolling.
There seemed to be a cold wind blowing from behind me. I opened my eyes and stood up immediately. He saw blood-red spider lilies blooming on both sides of the rolling lava.
I rubbed my eyes and opened them again. It seemed like I wasn't mistaken. Everything in front of me wasn't an illusion.
The groups of people were dressed in white clothes and had their hair down. They looked like they had no souls. They were driven by the Black and White Ghosts like puppets as they walked through the Yellow Springs Road.
I was just curious, thinking that they couldn't see me anyway. Therefore, he walked behind the team and imitated their movements. However, he was amused by himself and actually forgot about the previous matter for a moment.
They had passed through the ghastly and terrifying Yellow Springs Road filled with white fog and drank Granny Meng's soup. He had to go to Homeward Viewing Terrace to see his family one last time. The ghost had always been like a puppet. Only when they stood on the Homecoming Platform would a few of them shrug their shoulders or lower their heads to wipe away their tears.
There is a Three Lives Stone next to the Hometown Viewing Platform. I don't know if it's true or not. It's said that everyone's three lives are recorded on it. If that's the case, I'd like to see.
Now, he had already entered the gates of hell. After crossing the Yellow Springs Road, there was a bridge in front of them. At the bridgehead, there was a woman dressed in black with her face half-covered. Her black hair hung down, and her willowy eyebrows were like the moon. I used to think that Meng Po was an ugly old woman. He didn't expect her to be a pretty girl.
She silently repeated the actions of her hands over and over again. She used her slender hands to pick up a porcelain bowl and filled it with a snow-white, alluring soup. She handed it to the ghosts who wanted to reincarnate.
Samsara was like this. It repeated over and over again every day, just like Meng Po's hand movements, never stopping.
At this moment, I noticed that there was a figure on the Yellow Springs Road that had not moved forward. It was as if she was waiting for someone.
It was only then that I remembered what had just happened, so I rushed over. I looked at the actress. Her eyes were filled with longing. I didn't know how much time had passed. In short, even when I felt that I was going to be bored to death here, she was still so persistent. With that expression, she looked forward to the distance.
There were fewer and fewer ghosts on the road, and she was the only one left on the road. I helplessly sat on the stone slab and watched as the Paramita Flower bloomed and fell, but she remained the same.
At this moment, Meng Po had arrived.
"Miss, let's go back. Don't wait any longer. This heartless person will never be able to wait…"
She shook her head and said," We agreed that no matter who dies first, we will wait a hundred years on the road to the netherworld.”
Meng Po felt sorry for her stubbornness and said," Forget it. I won't persuade you."”
Just like that, I didn't know how much time had passed before I dozed off.
That day, he came. It was the Young Master Ji that she was talking about. However, there were many people who came, and every one of them looked exactly like him. She stood on the road to the netherworld, lost. She actually couldn't recognize him…
Just like that, they missed each other. She had waited for a hundred years, but she had missed it.
"Looks like he's afraid of you, so he hired someone to do this. These people hid their true bodies inside and didn't let you know.”
When Meng Po said this, two streams of tears of blood flowed down from the corners of her eyes. She held the bowl and said in her heart, If you are a ghost, I will be the wife of the underworld. If you are a human, I will be the wife of someone else. I hope I won't let you down in the next life...
I was helpless. I was so persistent. Before I could react and see what was going on, Master Ye pulled me back.
The afternoon sun shone brightly on my eyes. I looked up at Master Ye in a daze. Master Ye looked sloppy and asked me," Do you understand now?”
I nodded, but I was still a little unwilling. He was also a little puzzled.
"But, if Ji Qianfan died and went to reincarnate, how could he still be a ghost? What happened after that?"
Master Ye lit a cigarette and took a deep puff, blowing out beautiful rings of smoke. Then he said slowly," The matter of stabbing the villain was arranged by the younger generation of the family. Ji Qianfan didn't think of using such a method to avoid Jiang Xiaobai. That was why Ji Qianfan was resentful after his death. He resented himself in his early years and did not reincarnate because he wanted to reunite with his sweetheart. He knows that he will forget his past life after drinking Granny Meng's soup. He is afraid that he won't be able to find it…"
I nodded, not quite understanding." Then, won't these Hades do anything?”
Master Ye shook his head and said," He's not under the control of the Three Realms now. The Nether King can't do anything about it." That's why I said he's unfathomable."
"I don't understand."
"In short, you just need to remember that he won't harm you.”
I nodded. Now that I think about it, that was indeed the case. Perhaps it was also because I was related to the person he loved.
"Alright, your problem is solved. What about my problem?”
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