Bubbling and gurgling, the soup of unknown color was stirring. The old woman with all white hair stirred it little by little. When she noticed someone coming, she suddenly looked up!
Every inch of his skin was covered in wrinkles, and his eyelids drooped. He looked extremely terrifying, but once you saw his eyes...
Like the unchanging vicissitudes of time and the compassionate love for all humanity, those eyes are filled with a profound sense of peace and compassion.
It must be some ancient god, everyone thought in unison.
The system breathed a sigh of relief, then collapsed like a jelly. The image was too complex; its CPU was almost overheating.
That wretched client—Ling Xiao gently helped the system up, coaxing it with sweet words until it was completely lost in the moment.
The old woman smiled, revealing her missing teeth:
"Ox-Head and Horse-Face, why aren't you guarding the gate? What are you doing here at this old woman's place? Be careful you don't get transferred to guard the River of Oblivion again."
Wang Fu smiled gently.
The intimate tone suggests that this ancient god has a good relationship with Ox-Head and Horse-Face.
The two gods exchanged a smile, bowed, and said, "Greetings, Lady Meng Po." Horse-face pointed at them and explained:
"We were just doing this on orders, so please don't complain."
"Hahaha, you two lazybones! The River of Oblivion is invaded by all the desires of the mortal world, which is most beneficial to the cultivation of ghosts and gods. Even the immortals and gods in the Heavenly Court would beg for it."
Meng Po scolded them lightly without any mercy, but let them off easily for abandoning their posts—she clearly had the right to do so.
It seems this ancient god holds a very high position in the underworld. Li Yue lowered his head and used his peripheral vision to remember the person.
"Where did these come from?" Meng Po examined them one by one, her gaze piercing her body like needles.
Horse-faced stepped forward, obscuring most of their bodies, and replied with a wry smile:
"It's a predestined connection with Her Highness the Goddess of Mount Tai in the mortal realm; I accompanied her this time."
Goddess of Mount Tai!
Li Yue, disregarding the need to reduce his attention, looked up in utter shock.
Mount Tai, the foremost of the Five Sacred Mountains, has held an extremely important position on the land of China since ancient times!
As the emperor, Li Yue was even more shaken. The Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai was an act unique to monarchs, and only a wise and sage ruler could perform it.
My aunt is actually of such a high status? They already thought she was a disciple of a great god of the underworld.
Judging from previous information, Ling Xiao should not have become an immortal god yet, which is why he had to enter the mortal world to temper his Yin energy.
With these questions in mind, Li Yue and the others listened intently, not wanting to miss a single word.
"Hmm? I remember the other day, all the ghosts were wailing and retreating. It must have been the Lord of Mount Tai who went out. If he's not here, what is the goddess doing back here?"
"You're right. His Majesty the Lord of the Palace is all-powerful and loves the goddess he raised since childhood the most, so naturally he has a way."
Horse-faced replied respectfully and cautiously.
I received another piece of news: my aunt's master was honored as the Lord of Mount Tai, which must be the origin of the saying about the Goddess of Mount Tai.
With the doting affection of a powerful elder, it's no wonder my aunt is so...
Li Yue felt lightheaded, as if he were floating to the sky. Having experienced being a prince and crown prince, he had plenty of experience in being a spoiled brat.
Now that I know my backer is also a spoiled rich kid, I actually feel a bit of kinship.
Meng Po nodded, asked no more questions, and lowered her head to stir the soup again.
Horse-faced grinned, looked around, and gossiped, "Her Highness the Goddess has made great progress since returning from the mortal realm—she didn't start fighting the moment she saw someone. The Lord of the Underworld certainly has a way with things."
“That is a great god who existed in ancient times. He regarded the goddess as his own daughter, so how could he not take good care of her?”
The frail old woman sighed:
"Although the goddess is highly talented, she has a natural resentment lingering in her soul. Otherwise, the underworld dynasty would not have suffered so many calamities and all of them would have been reincarnated a few days ago."
"That makes sense," Li Yue chuckled, feeling quite pleased with himself, knowing that he and his aunt shared a bed.
Once he descended to the underworld, all the ancestors and relatives had fled. With his aunt backing him up, how could he not be overjoyed?
Seeing the emperor's unrestrained laughter, Wang Fu shivered and quietly hid behind others.
That's so disgusting.
Meng Po ignored them, but Horse-Face wasn't discouraged at all. Instead, he started introducing the bridge:
"To cross the River of Oblivion, one needs the Bridge of Helplessness. Before crossing the Bridge of Helplessness, one must drink the soup brewed by Meng Po. If one does not drink it, one will fall into the River of Oblivion."
Connecting this to what had happened before, Wang Fu had a feeling, and sure enough, Horse-Face said:
"Drinking the Meng Po soup will make you completely forget everything from your previous life, so you can be reincarnated in peace."
Suddenly, ripples appeared on the river, and a blurry, human-shaped creature emerged, its hoarse voice uttering, "Drink soup!"
Without saying a word, Meng Po fed him a spoonful of soup. In an instant, the ghostly figure faded away from its distorted and blurry state, first revealing its hair, then its face, hands, and feet, which returned to normal.
With a bewildered and uneasy expression, like a child stepping onto the Bridge of Helplessness, it slowly disappeared into the mist.
Li Yue suddenly asked:
"Do all mortals have to go through this after they die?"
Unaware and unaware, they cannot retain any kind of love or hate, and are trapped in a cycle of endless suffering.
No one answered, but he already understood the answer.
"Only by fostering resentment and jealousy can one have the motivation to strive for improvement, and the emperor will hold me in even higher esteem."
Ling Xiao absentmindedly touched the system, as if explaining why he was doing this.
Nodding, he thought to himself, "He was such a good emperor. He could have easily fought enemy countries, governed the people, and been a wise ruler. That was already quite remarkable."
At most, he might take some pills when he's about to die, but after this round of stimulation, he'll be twisted into something unbearable.
But he didn't care. His favorability rating had already soared to over fifty points, and he could finish the mission long ago.
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