Chapter 118
"Meng Po?" Ling Wu's voice was very soft.
Like a gurgling spring, it slowly pushes open the tightly closed door of the heart, held by the moon's shadow.
Moon Shadow blinked, gently tugging at the Fairy Flower's hand, then carefully straightening the flower.
"We can't mess up Lady Meng Po's fairy flower," he muttered.
Ling Wu looked at him and suddenly smiled, "When did you learn about Meng Po?"
He froze, his face flushed, looking sweet and adorable.
After a moment, he stammered, "You look just like..."
But soon, his thoughts cleared up, and his fingertips shone lightly.
A large pile of colorful books appeared before Ling Wu's eyes. She bent down and picked up one at random.
"Don't run away, Old Man of the Moon," Lady Meng Po gently coaxed, bending down.
He did everything for her, willingly becoming the sharpest knife in her hand; but she was heartless and loveless, and told him to get lost after everything was done.
Later, he really left, but she searched for him desperately throughout the six realms!
Finally, she pinned him against the wall, her eyes reddening, and begged him not to leave...
"..."
Lingwu silently put down the book in her hand, glancing over the books whose titles she could barely make out.
—"The Pampered Matchmaker, Meng Po Lifts Her High"
—On the eve of their wedding, the God of Love and the Goddess of Forgetfulness are reborn together.
—"The Thread of Fate, the Soup of Oblivion, Their Three Lifetimes of Entanglement"
—From "The Domineering Lady Meng's Gentle Teasing Makes the Old Man of the Moon Blush"
"..."
Yueying leaned against the vines of the fairy flower, her peach blossom eyes fixed on the moon in the sky, completely unaware that her long-hidden treasure had been exposed to its rightful owner.
"I've known about Lady Meng Po for many, many years."
“It’s been so many years…” he murmured, a hint of pity in his eyes.
Lingwu was not in a hurry, and simply put Yueying's treasures into her Qiankun Ring.
She had thought that among all the beings in the Six Realms, Yueying was the most clear-headed and detached from love, a unique existence without a romantic mind. Little did she know that he was the one with the deepest romantic mind.
After finishing collecting them, Lingwu bent down to look at Yueying.
"How did you know that?"
Yueying smiled sweetly, "I don't know. It's like the symbiotic Smoke Tree; I was born knowing it. Five hundred years ago..."
He was dazed, then cupped a bewitching, alluring face in his hands, his eyes shimmering with tears, and his voice soft, “Five hundred years ago, I secretly descended to the mortal realm once.”
Ling Wu didn't speak, but gently pressed down on the whip that was now trembling with excitement at those words, her eyes fixed on him.
He suddenly smiled, his eyes and brows showing a touch of childlike innocence.
"On the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, the gates of hell open, and only people from the human world can enter the underworld."
"Before that, I waited in the mortal world for a few days. I happened to pass by a bookstall and saw my celestial job in a book. Out of curiosity, I went up and bought the book."
"In the blink of an eye, I had read all the books in the book. Then, with my head down, I bought all the books on the entire book stall about me and Lady Meng Po."
"My face was burning hot, even hotter than... when Lady Meng Po, after becoming the Immortal Enforcer, whipped me with her Enforcement Whip!"
Ling Wu paused slightly, but did not interrupt him.
He knew it was her first time visiting.
How did they know that? After all, even the Celestial Emperor hadn't noticed.
"Later, before the Ghost Festival, I bought all the books about Meng Po and me in the human world! On that day, the gates of hell opened wide, and I sneaked into the underworld, but I could only see ordinary ghost messengers. I used my magic to find out that..."
He lowered his eyes slightly, and the sadness and sorrow in them were obvious.
"It turns out that the three thousand minor worlds are as numerous as stars in the summer sky, and each minor world has its own underworld to manage souls, but Lady Meng Po is a deity of heaven and earth..."
"There is only one in the three thousand worlds who is her."
"The ghost messenger said that Lady Meng Po has never been to this underworld, but Lord Bai Wuchang comes here often. If there is any important matter in the celestial realm, you can go and find Bai Wuchang."
Yueying frowned as she said this, looking quite aggrieved, "But why would I be looking for Bai Wuchang?"
"I only want to see Lady Meng Po..." His drooping eyelashes cast a shadow, making him look very pitiful.
"And then?" Ling Wu asked.
Yueying pursed her lips, then a hint of a sly smile crept across her face.
"Then I stole a pot of Meng Po soup. I was almost caught, but luckily I ran fast. Plus, the underworld is very busy during the Ghost Festival, and the ghost messengers were having trouble chasing me."
"So I slipped back to the mortal realm before the gates of hell closed, and then took Little White back to the immortal realm!" He became somewhat drowsy.
But Lingwu felt that what followed was even more crucial, so she asked:
"And then what?"
As Yueying's drowsiness faded somewhat, she lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, her head drooping lower and lower, as if she wanted to bury it in her knees.
His voice was somber, "After Xiaobai transformed from a dog into a human, half of the Meng Po soup in my hand was spilled onto the marriage tree..."
Ling Wu wasn't angry. Instead, she gently coaxed, "Where did the other half of the Meng Po soup go?"
"Hmm?" Yueying squinted her eyes sleepily.
He stared at Ling Wu for a moment, pondered for a while, and then obediently replied, "The other half? Hmm... I don't know either. I searched for a long time afterward, but I could never find it."
"In the end, I guarded the jade pot that once contained the soup of oblivion, and five hundred years passed like this..." He smiled bitterly, filled with helplessness and regret.
"Is this all you can remember?" The woman's gentle voice inexplicably drew one into a dream.
Moonlight blinked its misty eyes, nodded silently, and then, as if remembering something, parted its thin lips slightly:
"No! I remember that the Marriage Tree went mad after that day, and then the next day Lu Xuanzhi drew his sword and killed that old demon lord."
Lu Xuanzhi...
Lingwu lowered her head and saw that after the young man in red finished speaking, he could no longer resist the effects of the alcohol and closed his eyes.
He leaned against the fairy flower vines, the green vines woven with clusters of pink and white flowers, their rich yet elegant fragrance filling the surroundings.
Moonshadow inhaled the fragrance of the celestial flower, and murmured softly in a voice only she could hear:
"Also... I don't like them at all, but since they are useful to Lady Meng Po, I will behave myself."
He didn't like Xiao Yuan, he didn't like Lu Xuanzhi, he didn't like Zhu Yuan, and he didn't like that white bear either...
But he knew that Lady Meng Po wouldn't come to this small world for no reason. He had already caused a lot of trouble, and he couldn't be willful anymore.
Even though he had waited for Meng Po for thousands of years.
But that was all just his wishful thinking; it had nothing to do with Lady Meng Po...
At this moment, the moon appears as an innocent child, unaware of the world's ways, leaning against the branches and leaves, fast asleep.
A moment later, a tear slid down his cheek.
Immortals have very long lifespans, but Lady Meng Po won't stay here forever.
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