Legend of the Great Saint Chapter 17: Grandma Meng’s Soup
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Perhaps this "Wangxiangtai" is essentially a magical formation, reflecting the deepest memory of the people on the stage. But no matter how he operated "Unrestrained Heavenly Book", the scene in front of him was still lifelike, without any slight fluctuations.
He looked down again, and suddenly found a crooked wooden bridge spanning a large river. The river was blue and clear, but it was very shallow and the bridge was only ten feet long. The bridge is also engraved with two words: "How do you do."
Where can I see the endless smoke and the long bridge that has been walking for a long time.
At this time, an Evil Soul Messenger waited on the bridge with an Yin Spirit and walked very slowly.
At the other end of the bridge is yellow dust, indifferent.
This Infernal Path is completely different from Human Dao, Monster Beast Path, Asura Path, and even Hungry Ghost Path. secretive is unpredictable and hard to say.
The green-faced Great Ghost shouted impatiently: "Hey, the one above, come down, when the time comes, you will have to be more virtuous!"
Li Qingshan walked down from the Wangxiang platform in a trance, and the old man who grabbed him grabbed him: "Boy, give me back!"
Li Qingshan perfunctoryly said: "I will return you later."
bull head A'Pang is strange in his heart: "Is this kid homesick?"
The old man shouted, "Master Mamian, please make the decision for me!"
"Howl, keep going, take care of your things!" Ma Nian sneered: "Good boy, I see what you do next!"
After the Wangxiangtai, it did n’t take long for a tea shed to block the way, either built on the side of the road, or so blocked on the main road, both sides were cliffs, and a flagpole fluttered on a flagpole in the tea shed. "Soup".
An old lady with crane hair and chicken skin sitting at the door, holding a soup spoon in her hand, greeted: "Come and drink the soup."
Grandma Meng's Soup!
Li Qingshan raised his head slightly, and by virtue of this unlucky place covered by this tea shed, he knew that this bowl of soup might be inevitable. I didn't see the merit box, so I was relieved.
Come closer. But found it strange.
Na Meng put two soup pots in front of her, and they were all mumbling. There are two stacks of bowls, one large and one small. Large bowls are missing. Black porcelain is gray. Small and exquisite, white porcelain bucket color.
One pot of soup is thick like asphalt, exuding an unpleasant smell of medicine; another pot of soup is light like white water, but glows with a fresh fragrance.
Meng Po first used a small white porcelain bowl. Scoop out two bowls of clear soup and hand it to bull head horse noodles: "Two old men, the old man just used a thousand-year-old hen soup, try it!"
Ma Nianpin Pinpin: "Mother-in-law, your craft is still so good, but this material is getting more and more economical. Not to mention a thousand years. I do n’t think it may even have a hundred years."
"Business is not easy to do, and the recent ones are poor ghosts!" Meng Po said kindly to Li Qingshan: "Brother, which bowl do you want to drink?"
Li Qingshan has heard bull head A'Pang on the road. The utility of this Grandma Meng's Soup is not to make people forget the past, but to seal all cultivation base.
Although it is Yang Spirit Yin Spirit, once you drink this bowl of soup, it is no different from mortals, and you can no longer use the slightest Magic Power.
In this state, once reentrant reincarnation. There will be a mystery in the womb, and all previous life memories will be lost.
But bull head A'Pang didn't tell him that there was another choice for this soup, so he reached for the pot of clear soup.
"This little brother will really choose, drink this old bowl of soup, do not fall into hell, do not forget the past!"
Meng Po smiled more kindly, but instead of rushing to scoop soup, she extended a chicken-paw-like hand.
Li Qingshan immediately realized that the pot of clear soup was to be bought. And the price must be high, I am afraid that it is one of the most need to manage.
Drinking this bowl of clear soup, you can maintain your own cultivation base, even if you are thrown into hell, you can use Magic Spell to resist. Even if there is still a mystery in the womb during reincarnation, the mind memory can be preserved and restored in the future.
Chu Tian can restore some of the memories of Lin Xuan. It is definitely not accidental. It is Grandma Meng's Soup who drank this bowl of "not falling into hell, not forgetting the past". Not to mention soup, even if it is just a bowl of water, it can be sold for a high price.
This level is very important. It is a matter of the survival of Life and Death. It is definitely not comparable to "Wangxiangtai" and other "famous attractions", and there is no choice at all. I have to drink.
Seeing that Li Qingshan was unable to take it, Meng Po ’s face was gradually gloomy, she put down the small white porcelain bowl, picked up the **** porcelain bowl, and scooped up a full bowl: "The poor ghost is only suitable Drink this! "
"Alas, everyone says that **** rewards good and punishes evil, but I never expected to be too poor to love rich!"
Li Qingshan sighed, took over the large black porcelain bowl, the smell was even more pungent, gurgling with bubbles, insect-like things rushed up, I do n’t know what disgusting things were cooked.
Meng Poyin smiled and said: "Must not look down on this bowl of soup. If you talk about the ingredients, it is more expensive than this pot! Keep your drink, you can't escape the torture, and you will forget the past!" Li said: "Quick Drink! "
Ma Nian sneered: "If you don't drink, then you have to irrigate."
bull head A'Pang smiled and said: "Hey, Old Bull pays for himself. You can ask your brother to fill more bowls!"
"This is what you said, you have to spend money!"
Three faces stared at Li Qingshan, either severely, mockingly, or sneering.
Li Qingshan didn't think this **** was terrible, but then he suddenly felt a little palpitations: "Okay, I drink! I drink it!"
Seeing that he pinched his nose and drank this bowl of soup with a distorted expression, Ma Nian could n’t help laughing: “It ’s too late to regret it without seeing the coffin or tears.”
bull head A'Pang sighed. On road to the Netherworld, he wanted to give Li Qingshan a baby, let him do some up and down, that is simply no easy thing. But since this route is chosen, it must be done this way. Otherwise, how could a "savvy person" who knows how to manage ups and downs make repeated insults and blame others!
Li Qingshan guzzled the soup, and the soup melted into the Yang Spirit, and he suddenly felt paralyzed and continued to move forward, his expression desperate.
Meng Po is used to such scenes, and she is too lazy to look at the poor ghost and entertain her next "guest".
As Lee Qingshan crossed the soup pot, he suddenly flew a foot and was kicking on the pot of soup.
With a bang, the soup pot shattered on the rock wall, and the soup spilled all over the place.
Meng Po had a ghost fairy cultivation base, and she was also caught off guard, crying out: "My soup!"
This pot of thick soup consumes a lot of precious materials to achieve the effect of sealing cultivation base, and it is extremely difficult to cook.
Li Qingshan exhaled with a sigh of relief and smiled: "Good soup!" said to the stunned old man: "You're back."
Meng Po ’s chicken-pawed hands choked his neck fiercely, snapping: "Return my soup!"
"Okay!" Li Qingshan smiled and patted his belly: "When I digested, I urinated my urine and used it as a mirror for you to look at how ugly my old face is!"
Meng Po is going crazy: "I slaughtered you!"
"Okay, come, I ’m begging you to give me pleasure, not killing people!"
Ma Nian froze for a while, and asked bull head A'Pang: "Is this kid having a problem?"
"Un, not too sick!"
But for some reason, he just wanted Haha to laugh, and he also sulked.
The man who was pressed to the ground, unable to resist, but never yielded, seemed to shine with dazzling light, breaking through the darkness of this hell. (To be continued ~ ^ ~)