"Very good, it tastes very good." Grandpa said with a smile.
I was completely annoyed. Mengpo soup tasted good? Are you sure you're kidding me?
Su Xiaoniu said calmly, "Would you like to try a bowl?"
I shook my head repeatedly: "No!"
"Why? Don't you want to know what Mengpo soup tastes like?"
"I'm afraid I'll forget you." I grinned.
Su Xiaoniu was silent.
I didn't think much about it, but my grandparents didn't forget me even after drinking Meng Po soup. This shows that drinking Meng Po soup will not immediately clear all memories of the previous life. Perhaps Meng Po soup will only take effect after reincarnation.
Grandpa came up and patted my shoulder and said, "Come on, give me a ride?"
I nodded and said yes.
So we said goodbye to Meng Po and walked towards the end of Naihe Bridge.
As we passed Wangxiangtai, my grandfather told me he'd just seen my hometown and my parents. They were busy picking fruit in the fields—plenty, plenty! Outside, there were also numerous trucks transporting goods. It looked like a bumper crop this year. My parents were going to make a killing again, and I was genuinely happy. For years, I'd been working away from home, hoping to earn more money to make life easier for my parents. But instead of making any money, I encountered that damned Su Xiaoniu, and all these spooky things happened one after another. I barely had time to visit my parents.
After everything is settled, I think it’s time for me to go home and see my parents.
As we walked toward the end of Naihe Bridge, my grandfather recounted the story of Wangxiang Terrace. Legend has it that Wangxiang Terrace is where the departed bid farewell to their loved ones in the world of the living for the last time. After death, "one day without food, two days through the Yin-Yang realm, and three days to reach Wangxiang Terrace, where they weep bitterly at the sight of their loved ones." Before departing for reincarnation, souls yearn deeply for their mortal relatives. Despite the urgings and scoldings of the ghostly soldiers and messengers, they ascend Wangxiang Terrace, gaze upon their homeland from afar, weep heartfeltly, and finally resign themselves to the cycle of reincarnation.
Before we knew it, we had crossed the Naihe Bridge, but beneath it was the Wangchuan River. Manjushage had been waiting impatiently, and when we got off the bridge, she was eager for me to go down to the river. I had no choice but to ask my grandparents to wait for me on the shore and I would be back soon.
Drinking Mengpo's soup at the Forgetful River, you can let go of past dreams and sever past causes and consequences. Forgetting a lifetime of ups and downs, a lifetime of love and hate, leaving you to meet strangers in your next life. To see your beloved again in the next life, you can choose not to drink Mengpo's soup, but then you must jump into the Forgetful River and wait for a thousand years before reincarnation. During those thousand years, you might see your beloved crossing the bridge, but words cannot communicate; you can see her, but she cannot see you. For millennia, you've seen her walk across the Naihe Bridge again and again, drinking bowl after bowl of Mengpo's soup. You hope she won't drink it, but you're also afraid she won't be able to endure the thousand years of suffering in the Forgetful River.
Before you jump into the Forgetful River, Meng Po will mark you with a mole on the back of your neck. This mark is the mole on the back of your neck. Those with this mark must jump into the Forgetful River, suffering the torment of drowning and burning for thousands of years before they can be reincarnated. After reincarnation, they carry the memories of their past life and the mole they saw on their neck, searching for their former lover. So, friends, cherish those around you with a mole on the back of their neck, whether they're family or friends. They may be your former lover, waiting for thousands of years to find their past lover and fulfill their unfulfilled wish. Never hurt them, as not everyone has the courage to jump into the Forgetful River and endure the torment of a thousand years.
And the person Manjushage was looking for, Mandragora, was on the Forgotten River. I walked to the shore and looked out. Both sides of the Forgotten River were blood red...
The flowers of the other shore bloom, and the white dream is dyed into blood red.
In this life, only one person can recognize me in the vast sea of flowers; only one person can turn my blood-red color back to its original pure white, and that person is you...
I took the Bagua mirror out of my arms and asked her, "Among all these blood-red red spider lilies, which one is the one for you?"
The Bagua mirror moved, and Manjushage said coquettishly, "Open the mirror a little, I can't see clearly."
I wiped the drop of Yang blood off the Bagua mirror. At that moment, a blood-red light shot out from the Bagua mirror and rushed directly into the Wangchuan River, growing together with the blood-red sea of red spider lilies. I glared at him: "What are you doing?"
Manjushage smiled faintly: "I know what I'm doing. In fact, it's impossible for him and I to meet. The method you mentioned is just a white lie. I knew it a long time ago, so I don't blame you. Thank you for bringing me here. I will just stay by his side, watching the flowers slowly bloom and watching him slowly wake up. This will satisfy me."
I was stunned and asked Su Xiaoniu if this was true. Su Xiaoniu hesitated for a long time before saying, "I didn't expect she had already found out... Yes, there is no way to make them meet. The method I asked you to use can only make them grow together. She is now willing to stay with him, so let her be."
Only then did I realize that I was the only one kept in the dark? I slapped my forehead helplessly and said, "Then you two will never see each other again, right?"
Manjushage said, "We couldn't meet in the first place. Being able to stay by his side is my last wish. Thank you for fulfilling it."
I smiled bitterly, waved at her and said, "Okay, I wish you happiness." Then I turned and went ashore.
Just then, a drizzle began to fall from the sky.
I stared at him. How could it rain in the underworld? What was going on?
"Look!" Su Xiaoniu suddenly called me to the Forgetful River. I turned, my eyes widening even more. I saw the raindrops falling gently on the Forgetful River, sprinkling on the blood-red red spider lilies that lined the riverbank for two days. Then, one of these blood-red flowers suddenly seemed to have lost its blood-red color, gradually revealing a white color...
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