Chapter 239: The Taste of Meng Po Soup
Beside the Bridge of Helplessness, the red spider lilies bloom.
If Su Zhenzhen didn't know where this place was, she would probably think it was a scene of small bridges and flowing water in Jiangnan.
The river at the bottom of the Bridge of Helplessness should be the River of Oblivion, and the water flowing in the River of Oblivion should be the water of the Yellow Springs.
The river was crystal clear, and you could even see the pebbles on the bottom, which was nothing like the terrifying appearance of the underworld in legends.
Su Zhenzhen was seriously considering whether to get off the ship. After all, which side was this shore and which side was the other shore? Should she go to this shore or the other shore?
As he was pondering this, an extremely beautiful woman suddenly appeared on the bridge; her beauty was so striking that it was impossible to ignore her.
Crescent-shaped eyebrows are probably a common feature of all beauties. A woman with a pair of slender, crescent-shaped eyebrows, with the ends gently raised and slanted towards her temples, adds a touch of undeniable authority to her gentle beauty, making people both attracted and secretly wanting to win her favor.
Those eyes were like peach blossom eyes, brimming with spring water, yet slightly upturned at the corners, giving them a touch of the brilliance of phoenix eyes. Their gaze was clear and bright, exuding an inherent authority without needing to show anger.
The woman's lips were small and cherry-red, naturally crimson without any embellishment, glossy and full, with a faint sheen, arguably the most captivating feature of her entire face.
Logically speaking, such eyebrows and eyes should be paired with a high and straight nose to make her look more imposing, but her nose bridge is slightly flat - which is actually a wonderful touch, softening the sharpness between her eyebrows and eyes and adding a touch of gentleness that makes people want to get close to her.
The woman was dressed in a simple gray cloth, which would be described as plain on an ordinary person, but on her it looked like silk woven from moonlight, with a subtle luster like pearls and jade.
Her long, jet-black hair was loosely tied up with a dark ribbon, hanging down her shoulders. Her composed and elegant demeanor surpassed that of a beautiful woman adorned with jewels and dressed in gorgeous clothes.
Su Zhenzhen stared at the woman for a while before realizing she was making soup.
To be precise, it involves using magic to draw water from the river, swirling it around with a spoon, and then scooping it into a bowl.
Um……
Isn't this blatant cheating in front of consumers? What's the difference between this and going to a noodle shop and the owner making you a bowl of instant noodles on the spot? At least you make instant noodles by soaking them, but this person just poured in river water for the broth.
etc!
Soup?
woman?
The Bridge of Helplessness?
Isn't that Meng Po?
According to the story system that Su Zhenzhen heard in the 906th century, after death, people must cross the Naihe Bridge, drink Meng Po soup, forget their past life memories, and then be reincarnated.
But this is just a myth.
But people have never thought about where Meng Po in the story came from, or why Meng Po is boiling soup on the Naihe Bridge.
If this path to rebirth truly exists, then why is she needed to guide wronged souls? And why is there a cycle of reincarnation? Wouldn't it be simpler to just assign two underworld officials to collect the souls of the dead in the mortal realm and then bring them to Meng Po?
Su Zhenzhen looked confused.
Is it simply because she has a connection with the necromancer clan that she is asked to do something to atone for her sins?
Ultimately, Miss Luo tore the heavens and earth apart, annihilating all living beings in the world, and the patriarch of the Soul Summoning Clan was partly to blame.
But apart from Miss Luo Liu, weren't all the others annihilated? Where did the survivors come from to judge her? Even Miss Luo Liu's soul transformed into countless living beings after becoming the creator, merging with heaven and earth.
The woman on the Bridge of Helplessness smiled and greeted him warmly, "Sir, would you like a bowl of tea?"
Su Zhenzhen looked up. Although the bridge didn't look very high, she didn't know why she had to look up to see the woman's expression on the bridge.
Perhaps it's all an illusion; what you see in this netherworld may not be real.
Su Zhenzhen silently recited in her heart, "All my thoughts are illusions."
Suddenly, the scene before my eyes changed drastically.
The Bridge of Helplessness soars into the sky, its ends seemingly endless.
The boat beneath their feet was still shaped like a giant ship, and the water in the River of Oblivion was murky and bottomless, bubbling with muddy, stone-colored bubbles.
Whether on this shore or the other shore, there is no edge to be seen.
Su Zhenzhen thought that it was because she was too relaxed that she saw both the other shore and the other shore so close at hand.
Su Zhenzhen looked back and saw that the 200,000 people were still on the boat, still without any breath, like motionless statues.
"How am I supposed to drink this tea? Should I go upstairs or will you come down, sister?"
"You can't hit someone who's smiling," Su Zhenzhen said, flashing her signature childlike smile.
Thanks to their chubby cheeks, many people in the 906th century said that they looked like innocent children when they smiled. When someone asked for a favor by smiling and using an affectionate address, no one could resist refusing.
Meng Xi picked up a bowl of clear tea.
It was truly strange; the river water was murky and its color was unclear, but after the woman stirred it with a ladle, it became crystal clear.
"I can't get on your boat, here you go!"
The soup bowl was thrown off the bridge by the woman, and as if drawn by some force, it fell straight into Su Zhenzhen's hands.
This tea soup is neither like tea nor like soup; it's more like a bowl of clear water.
Su Zhenzhen drank it all in one gulp without hesitation.
Legend has it that Meng Po's soup can make people forget everything from their past lives.
Forget it all, forget it all. If you forget it, you won't be in so much pain. Forget the myriad sins of this world, and they will have nothing to do with me.
As for what I will be reborn as, I have no memory of it, and I will not feel resentful whether I am a pig, a dog, or an animal.
After Su Zhenzhen finished drinking, she politely threw the bowl back.
Meng Xi caught the empty bowl and asked, "How do you like my tea, sir?"
"It's tasteless, which is perfect." Su Zhenzhen thought to herself, "If this Meng Po soup were terribly bitter, I might not even have a drop left."
"Oh?" The woman raised her eyebrows and eyes, instantly adding color to the dark and gloomy underworld. It would be a real pity to put such a peerless beauty to boil into soup on the Bridge of Helplessness.
Su Zhenzhen felt that the woman in front of her should be soaring high above the heavens, looking down on the world, and being worshipped and submitted to by thousands of people.
Although the phoenix has been used to describe the noble status of women since ancient times, the woman before us should be described as a golden dragon; using the phoenix would be an insult to her.
"Some people say my soup is sweet, and they want another bowl after drinking one. Some people say my soup is salty, and they grit their teeth and drink it while holding their noses. Others say my soup is bitter, and they refuse to drink it just because they smell it."
With bright eyes and white teeth, Meng Xi smiled charmingly, "It's quite the first time in history that a customer would find my soup tasteless."
Su Zhenzhen understood the meaning behind the stunningly beautiful woman's words.
This soup is made from water from the River of Oblivion; to put it bluntly, it's water scooped from the River of Oblivion.
As for the feeling, it varies from person to person. Perhaps it is because people who have a smooth life can face the cycle of life with equanimity, while people who have encountered hardships are afraid of experiencing such hardships again in the next life.
Su Zhenzhen found it tasteless and bland; could it be that her life was just a dream?
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