People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 142: A drop of Mengpo's tears, eight medicinal herbs
Great simplicity!

It's not leaking everywhere.

Lu Yue stood on the Naihe Bridge, in front of a pavilion that was simple and unpretentious. In human terms, it was just a simple thatched hut with a spacious style, a bit like what he saw in Uttarakuru.

Thatch covers the eaves.

Four pillars support it.

An old lady with a kind face stood beside the burning cauldron, holding a soup spoon in her hand, repeating the same action. A bowl of Meng Po soup fell into the ceramic bowl, as black as dirt and rust.

It gives off a bad smell.

The ghosts in line, pinching their noses and with distorted faces, drank the Meng Po soup unwillingly. Some ghosts could not bear the taste of the soup and rolled their eyes, fell off the Naihe Bridge, and were dragged to the bottom of the river by the ghost claws reaching out from the underworld.

"No!"

"I don't want to be lost forever."

Before being dragged into the underworld, he let out a final roar.

Lu Yue frowned as he watched one third of the ghosts being dragged into the underworld, without any sound.

Kuafu knelt on the ground and said to Meng Po: "Kuafu pays homage to the Queen Mother Hou Tu."

"Get up."

"Hou Tu no longer exists. I am just Meng Po. Niangniang Pingxin is in charge of the six realms of reincarnation. What do you want from me, Kuafu?" Meng Po did not look up and continued to repeat the action of scooping soup.

The ghosts behind him, led by the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons, continued to drink.
"Fellow Daoist Lu Yue, you have brought a wisp of Houyi's residual soul. I wonder if Lady Mengpo can repair his residual soul and allow him to reincarnate." Taoist Kuafu took out a wooden box.

Meng Po raised her eyes slightly.

The Sun-shooting Bow floats in the air.

Radiating brilliant light.

Meng Po showed a nostalgic look.

"Hou Yi is the most outstanding wizard in our Hou Tu tribe, but he is trapped by love."

Jiejie~
Before he finished speaking, he saw a black shadow flying by at a high speed, grabbing the Sun-Shooting Bow, and standing in the void with a body like a dark cloud and a head like fish gills, grinning.

Lu Yuefa's eyes flashed.

It turned out to be a Daluo ghost immortal. He was a powerful sea creature when he was alive. After Guixu was shattered, he was led by the light of Qingming to the underworld, and drank a sip of Mengpo soup.

He smashed the cauldron used to boil soup and disappeared into the underworld.

Yu Ji has a special magical skill that allows him to come and go freely in the underworld. Therefore, even Meng Po and other ghost kings of the underworld are still unable to do anything to him.

"Fish gill, put down the sun-shooting bow." Meng Po casually sprinkled a cup of Meng Po soup, which turned into sharp swords in the void and pierced into the depths of the dark clouds.

Fish Gill sneered.

No reply.

Instead, he went straight into the underworld.

He shouted, "Meng Po soup is hard to drink, and many ghosts have sunk into hell. Today, I will represent the ghosts and turn the underworld upside down."

Meng Po looked slightly angry.

Just about to continue.

Lu Yue stepped forward and stopped Meng Po.

"Meng Po, even if we destroy the Fish Gill Ghost Fairy today, other ghosts will still rise up again and disrupt the cause and effect of the underworld." Lu Yue stretched out his finger in the cauldron.

A little bit of it.

After putting it in my mouth, I felt a shudder that shocked my soul. Although it has the ability to make one forget memories, the taste is hard to describe. The main ingredient is the Forget-Me-Not Grass.

It is the black grass that grows everywhere in the underworld.

Bitter, unpleasant taste~
No wonder there are countless ghosts obsessed with the fish gills. They yearn for reincarnation, but cannot bear the bitterness of Meng Po soup.

"Master Mengpo, how about leaving it to me?"

If he could mix the sweet-tasting Meng Po soup, he would be able to reap endless merits over time, increase his own foundation, and make Meng Po owe him another cause and effect.

Then his chances of entering the Ten Courts of Hell will increase by 30%.

"you!"

Meng Po had a feeling in her heart that Lu Yue came here this time to plan for meritorious deeds in the underworld, but she was also very happy to see that he became a witch from the underworld, with a simple mind and strong limbs.

Letting them serve as ghost messengers to collect souls might be okay.

Let them use their brains, and they are not necessarily smarter than Lu Yue. When Lu Yue was traveling to Beiming, he schemed against Kunpeng, the two saints, and Haotian. It was a win-win situation for all three parties, if it weren't for the Huoyun Cave intervening and scheming against him.

Then Lu Yue’s achievements will only be higher.

"Ghost Fairy of Fish Gills, you have absorbed the obsessions of all ghosts in the underworld to advance to the Daluo realm. It is simply because Mengpo Soup tastes bad. Today, I can improve Mengpo Soup. I wonder if you can stop making trouble."

“With the power of Lady Pingxin, if she could walk out of the six realms of reincarnation, she could suppress you in an instant. If you persist in your delusion, I’m afraid all your cultivation would turn to ashes.

If I die again, I will truly become the world of Tao."

"real."

Yu Ji was a little bit unbelievable. He didn't know Lu Yue, but judging from the aura he exuded, it was definitely not something that a mere Daluo Ghost Immortal could compare to.

He hesitated.

The obsessions of the ghosts clinging to him also hesitated.

Reincarnation.

Not far away.

They were only one step away, and unless they were in desperate situation, they really didn't want to die again.

Most people's obsessions are just those of ordinary people who have not practiced cultivation. Their minds are easily shaken. When Lu Yue said that he could do it, they had actually hesitated.

They may not know what a quasi-saint is.

But they know that there are always mountains higher than the other mountains.

"How can we trust you?"

As the master of the plague, Lu Yue is naturally well-versed in medicinal stones.

"All beings are suffering."

"One drop of fresh tears, two cents of old tears, three parts of bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, seven feet of separation tears, this eighth taste is the sad tears of Meng Po."

Tears refer to the tears shed in life due to joy, sorrow, pain, hatred, worry, love, and anger. Mengpo Soup uses eight tears as a guide, blending all the tears in a lifetime, removing the bitterness and astringency, leaving only sweetness and fragrance, so that one will not be bound by the past life when reincarnated.

Meng Po is an incarnation of Niangniang Pingxin.

Can also be regarded as a tool.

Naturally, they don’t understand the sufferings of the world.

Meng Po was a little dazed, staring at Lu Yue.

Within the fixed plague banner, seven drops of tears appeared in the air.

He was surprised and said, "Lü Yue, you came prepared."

The plot was against Meng Po, even if she was a clone of a saint, she would naturally be unhappy. Lu Yue shook his head and said, "Meng Po, I am a congenital human, and I have witnessed too many joys and sorrows."

“Maybe sometimes, I’m numb.”

"These seven medicinal ingredients were collected by me as I witnessed the people around me leaving one by one."

If you say he designed it on purpose.

Lu Yue really didn't have that. Niangniang Pingxin was a genuine saint, and her status was comparable to Hongjun. Asking him to plot against a saint was really overestimating him. This was just a little "hobby" of his original body.

In the long years.

What actually accompanies him is the memory of the past.

This is also the reason why the original body was so anxious to practice and even went astray.

"As for Meng Po's Tears, you still need to come in person."

Meng Po heard this.

The look of melancholy is beyond words. I witness so many joys and sorrows every day. So many stories are circulating on the Naihe Bridge.

The eye sockets gradually turned red.

Sad tears of pity for all living beings slowly fell, scattering colorful rays of light. In the underworld, golden lotuses condensed in the void, as if they had feelings.

Empress Pingxin is in the cycle of reincarnation and still feels a little sad.

Feeling grateful for the suffering of all living beings, they fell into the cauldron that had been boiling for tens of thousands of years. A strange medicinal fragrance attracted many ghosts to stop and even the fish gills wanted to refute.

But there is no legitimate excuse.

The obsession that was attached to him was also slowly dissipating.
(End of this chapter)