Vol 13 Chapter 17: Meng Po Tang

Readx(); Perhaps this "Wangxiangtai" is essentially a magical magical array that reflects the deepest memories of the hometown. But let him run the "Freedom of Heaven", the scene in front of him is still vivid, there is no trace of fluctuations.
He looked down the stage and suddenly found a curved wooden bridge that straddles a large river. The river is like a blue, but it is very shallow. The bridge is only ten feet long. The bridge also engraved two words: "Why."
How can you see the smoky waves and the long bridge that has been going for a long time.
At this time, a ghost messenger waited with a Yinshen bridge, and it was slow and slow.
The other end of the bridge is Wanzhang Huangchen, which is deserted.
This road is completely different from the human road, the monster road, the Ashura road, and even the hungry ghost road. Unpredictable, unspeakable.
The big-faced ghost called out impatiently: "Hey, the one above, come down, it’s time, look again and add merit!"
Li Qingshan looked down from the platform of Wangxiang, and the old man who was fooled by him grabbed him: "Kid, let me come to Lingyu!"
Li Qingshan perfunctors: "I will pay you back."
The head of the bull's head is strange: "Is this kid not homesick?"
The old man called out: "Malays adults, please be the master of me!"
"What are you doing, keep going, manage your things!" The horse sneered: "Good boy, I see what you do next!"
After looking at the township station, it was not long before a tea shed stopped the road, not built on the roadside, or stuck on the road, both sides were cliffs, and the tea shed was flying on a flagpole with a word of "tang" .
An old woman with a chicken skin sits at the door, holding a spoon in her hand and greets: "Come and drink."
Meng Po Tang!
Li Qingshan raised his head slightly, and with this unfortunate place covered by this teahouse, he knew that this bowl of soup was afraid to drink. Did not see the merit box, slightly put down the heart.
Going closer. I found it embarrassing.
There were two soup pots in front of Meng Bo, and they all screamed and sighed. Stacked with two stacks of bowls, one stack and one small stack. The big bowls are lacking, and the black porcelain is gray. Small and exquisite. White porcelain bucket color.
One pot of soup thick as asphalt, exudes an unpleasant smell of medicine; the other pot of soup is light as white water, but it glows with a scent.
Meng Po first used a white porcelain bowl and took out two bowls of clear soup and handed it to the cow head horse face: "Two old brothers. Just use a new millennial hen soup, try it!"
The horse noodle product: "Meng Po, your craft is still so good, but this is more and more convenient, let alone a thousand years, I don't think it will be even for a hundred years."
"Business is not good, the most recent are the poor!" Meng Po looked kindly to Li Qingshan: "Little brother, which bowl do you want to drink?"
Li Qingshan has already heard the head of the bulls on the road. The effect of Meng Po Tang is not that people forget the past, but seal all the repairs.
Although it is a yang god. Once you drink this bowl of soup, it is no different from the mortal, and you can no longer use the slightest mana.
In this state, once reintroduced, there will be a mystery in the womb, which will inevitably lose all past memories.
But Niutou Abian did not tell him that there was still a choice for this soup, so he reached out and pointed to the pot.
"This little brother will really choose, drink the soup of the old body, not to hell. Do not forget the dust!"
Meng Po smiled more kindly, but did not rush to soup, but extended a chicken-like hand.
Li Qingshan suddenly understood that the pot of clear soup was to be bought. And the price must be a lot of money, I am afraid that it is one of the most needed links.
Drinking this bowl of clear soup, you can maintain your own cultivation, even if you are into hell, you can cast spells to resist. Even if there is still a mystery in the tire during the reincarnation, you can save the memory of your mind. It can be restored in the future.
It is no accident that Chu Tian can restore some of Lin Xuan’s memories. It is this Meng Po Tang that drinks this bowl of
not to hell, not forgetting the dust
. Not to mention soup, even if it is just a bowl of water, you can also sell the price.
This kind of relationship can be said to be crucial. It is a major event that is related to life and death. It is definitely not comparable to the "famous attractions" such as "Wangxiangtai", and there is no choice at all. Drinking must also drink, and drink without drinking.
Seeing that Li Qingshan couldn't take it, Meng Po's face gradually gloomy, put down the white porcelain bowl, picked up the black porcelain bowl, and filled a bowl full of bowls: "The poor ghosts only drink this!"
"Hey, people say to reward good and evil, but I didn't expect to be poor and love rich!"
Li Qingshan sighed and took the black porcelain bowl. The smell was more pungent, and he was bubbling with bubbles. There were insect-like things coming up. I don’t know what to cook.
Meng Po Yin smiled and said: "I don't want to look down on this bowl of soup. If you talk about the material, it is more expensive than this pot! Keep it for you to drink, you can't escape the torture, the foreword is forgotten!" Li said: "Quickly drink!"
The horse sneered: "If you don't drink, then you only have to pour."
Niutou Ai laughed and said: "Hey, the old cow is paying for himself, you can ask the younger brother to fill a few bowls!"
"In this case, you can use your big brother to pay for it!"
Three faces stared at Li Qingshan, or severely, or mocked, or sneered.
Li Qingshan did not think that this was terrible, but suddenly I felt a little heart: "Well, I drink! I drink it!"
Seeing that he was holding his nose and his face was distorted, he drank the bowl of soup. The horse couldn’t help but laugh:
I don’t see the coffin and I don’t cry. It’s too late to regret it now.

Niutou A sighed in the heart, on the Huangquan Road, he wants to give Li Qingshan a baby, let him get up and down, it is a simple matter. But since I chose this road, I have to go this way. Otherwise, a "smart person" who knows how to get up and down, how can he repeatedly make a few words and sin!
Li Qingshan snorted and sipped the soup, and the soup was melted into the sun. He suddenly felt numb and began to walk forward, and his expression was desperate.
Meng Po was used to such a scene, and looked too lazy to look at this poor ghost and went to entertain the next "customer."
Just as Li Qingshan crossed the soup pot, he suddenly flew up and was kneeling on the pot of soup.
With a bang, the soup pot smashed on the rock wall, and the soup sprinkled on the ground.
Meng Po has a ghost immortal repair, but also caught off guard, and screamed: "My soup!"
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Li Qingshan spit a sigh of anger and raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Good soup!" said to the stunned old man: "You are still."
Meng Po's claw-like hand, holding his neck, snapped: "Return my soup!"
"Okay!" Li Qingshan smiled and patted the belly: "When I digest it, I will pour out the urine and use it as a mirror, so that you can look at your old face and how ugly!"
Meng Po is going crazy: "I killed you!"
"Well, come here, I beg you to give me a good time, not killing is not a person!"
The horse was stunned for a while, and asked the head of the bull: "Is this kid a problem?"
"Well, I am still sick!"
But somehow, he just wanted to laugh, and he followed a sulking.
The man who was pressed to the ground and could not resist but never yielded, seemed to glow through the dazzling light and broke through the dark hell. (To be continued.)