Beyond the Yellow Springs Road lies the Naihe Bridge, where Meng Po resides. To cross it, one must drink Meng Po's soup. Without it, one cannot cross the bridge. Without it, one cannot be reborn. Anyone who drinks Meng Po's soup forgets all the ties of this life, enters the cycle of reincarnation free from all attachments, and begins the next life.
Meng Po soup, also known as the Love Water or Forget Worry Powder, is a drink that causes one to forget all past and present lives. A lifetime of love and hate, a lifetime of ups and downs, all are forgotten with this bowl of Meng Po soup. Those you care about in this life, those you hate in this life, will be strangers in the next, never to be recognized. Everyone in the mortal world has their own bowl of Meng Po soup, and the soup in it is actually the tears shed by the living.
Everyone cries in life: out of joy, sorrow, pain, hatred, worry, and love. Po Meng collects each tear, boils it into a soup, and lets them drink it as they depart the mortal world and cross the Naihe Bridge. This allows them to forget their past loves, hates, and sorrows, cleanse themselves, and re-enter the six realms of existence, becoming either immortal, human, or animal.
No matter how deeply in love one felt in a past life, walking across this Naihe Bridge, one's steps are effortless, unperturbed. The mind is as still as a mirror, the heart as heavy as a stone. On this side of the bridge, there's silence, for the heart is dead, having lost all memory of past lives; on the other side, there's a shrill, mournful wailing, for the heart is beating, unable to forget the lingering love of this life...
The beautiful woman, that graceful and poignant figure, quietly walked onto this helpless Naihe Bridge. Her silvery white dress swayed slightly, and with every step forward, she would look back, and then another step, and look back again... because she knew that if she walked onto this Naihe Bridge, she would have to give up her love and cry silently.
Ten years have passed since the beginning of life and death, and there is no chance for the next life to continue. The dim bridge carries the love and hate of countless wandering souls, the hatred of countless wild ghosts. Walking on the bridge, my heart is still thinking about my past life. Humans and ghosts have different paths, and I have no choice but to walk on the Naihe Bridge.
When she turned around for the third time and didn't see me, her heart was as cold as water. She walked towards Meng Po and asked for Meng Po soup.
Not everyone drinks Meng Po soup willingly, because in this life, there will always be someone you love that you don't want to forget.
Su Xiaoniu loved me and missed me in her heart. She couldn't drink the bowl of Meng Po soup which was like plain water. She held the Meng Po soup in her hands, squatted on the ground, and cried softly.
The cold breeze enveloped her lonely figure.
She hesitated for a long time.
Meng Po told her: "All the tears you shed for him throughout your life have been boiled into this bowl of soup. Drink it, and you're drinking your love for him. The last memory in your eyes is of the person you love most. After drinking the soup, the image of that person in your vision will slowly fade, leaving your eyes as clear as a newborn baby's. At that moment, you will no longer hesitate."
Su Xiaoniu finally seemed to have made up her mind. Just as she was about to put the Mengpo soup to her mouth, suddenly, I, who had already seen everything on the bridge from a distance, ran up quickly, snatched the Mengpo soup from Su Xiaoniu's hand, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Fei Fei!" Su Xiaoniu's eyes widened. She seemed to be unable to react to what was happening. This bowl of Meng Po soup was clearly meant for her, but I snatched it away and drank it. This...
"Xiao Mo... After ten years, I finally see you..." I grinned at her bitterly and wiped the traces of Meng Po soup from the corner of my mouth.
Su Xiaoniu was the same as she was ten years ago, without any change, still as beautiful, with a petite figure, cute and charming. She ran over, hugged me tightly, stood on tiptoe, and kissed me on the lips without hesitation.
It was as if the eternal love that had been dormant for thousands of years burst out with unparalleled brilliance at this moment, illuminating the entire underworld.
No one knew how long we kissed passionately on the Naihe Bridge. Even Meng Po was very patient and watched us as we were passionately kissing, without rushing us.
This was the first time I kissed her mouth to mouth, and it was also the longest kiss we had ever had.
After a long moment, she gently parted her lips. I felt a little unsatisfied, and tried to kiss her again, but she pushed me away. I slowly regained consciousness and tried to remain calm.
"Xiaomo... I have a lot to tell you..." I told her everything that had happened in the past ten years as if it were a story. And she just leaned on my shoulder, listening quietly, and smiled gently from time to time.
"I didn't expect that a loser like you also has a daughter... Is little Su Qing pretty? I hope she won't look like you, but should look more like Ning Xue, right?" she said jokingly.
I scratched my head and said, "But I think she looks more like you..."
Su Xiaoniu glared at me and said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense!"
I chuckled. Su Xiaoniu continued, "Fei Fei... I always thought I was just daydreaming, but I never thought you'd actually pull it off... You've given me the chance to be reborn, so thank you. - For the past ten years, I've been with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Every year, I hear your voice, transmitted to me through your vows... The best feeling in the world is knowing someone is thinking of you."
I became increasingly agitated, hugging her tightly as I said, "Xiaomo... could you please not reincarnate? I don't want you to leave... I'm afraid... I'm so afraid... I'm afraid that if you leave, it will be forever..."
Su Xiaoniu smiled bitterly and said, "If I don't reincarnate, my soul will be scattered within a day. Is that what you want me to do?"
I shook my head repeatedly, and then a look of pain appeared on my face.
She patted my shoulder gently and said cheerfully, "Okay! Don't look so sad. Smile and give me a ride!"
I forced a smile and nodded.
Su Xiaoniu turned around and asked Meng Po for Meng Po soup, because I had already drunk the bowl of soup. But Meng Po said decisively: "The soul that reincarnates only has one bowl of soup at a time. If you lose it, it will be gone."
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