weird world corpse

Chapter 353

Since nothing is happening outside, let's go inside and have a look.

Walking into the ancient city, the yellow sand outside is much less, blocked by the ancient city.

The ancient city was very quiet, there was no one, and there was no one strange.

Fang Mu was walking, but he didn't notice anything, when Ah Bai suddenly changed from lying on his stomach to standing.

Not only that, Ah Bai's hair exploded in an instant, and he let out a deep growl.

"Roar!"

After roaring for a while, Ah Bai even jumped off Fang Mu's shoulder and turned into his own body.

This is Ah Bai's natural reaction, and being able to force a barren-level trick-eating beast to show its original form, and being so cautious, the opponent is probably extremely terrifying.

Fang Mu took a deep breath, and suddenly he felt a feeling of icy cold all over his body.

Never had he felt such palpitations, even when facing Xue Ling.

"Tread...tread...tread..."

There were slight footsteps, and Fang Mu saw a person.

An old woman with a hunched body and a cane suddenly appeared on the street ahead.

The old woman's face was wrinkled, as if she would fall if she took a few steps.

Even though he looked like he was dying, Fang Mu still didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, because it was the old woman in front of him who gave Fang Mu a cold feeling.

"Young man..." The old lady turned around, her wrinkled face began to squirm as she spoke: "You came from outside, did you see the corpse on the city gate, do you want to do the old lady a favor..."

His tone was weak, as if he would die in the next moment.

Fang Mu transformed into a pig-killing knife, and said: "The old man appeared here in the middle of the night and asked me, a junior, to help. It seems to be related to the corpse on the city wall."

"That's natural." The old woman wrinkled together and said with a smile: "How about you help me take off that pen, as long as you take it off, I will give you a great benefit."

Having said that, the old woman waved her sleeves, and a pot appeared in front of her.

There is yellow soup in the pot, which is gurgling and tumbling, and there is heat coming out of it.

There is no fire below, but the heat is surging, which is very strange to watch.

Fang Mu swallowed his saliva, and said, "Grandma Meng?"

Huang Tang, the old woman, and the fact that he was at the gate of hell at this time, Fang Mu only had this guess.

"Yes, and no." The old woman stabbed the crutches into the pot and began to stir it gently: "I have worked all my life, and I have been tired of it all my life, but he gave me a mission. I remember it forever."

Fang Mu pondered: "Are you talking about Houtu?"

"I want to call Empress Houtu." Granny Meng's expression was very serious: "Stop reading the script, how could I have anything to do with Empress Houtu? The person I'm talking about is him on the city wall."

Fang Mu grinned, unexpectedly being scolded.

It seems that I have read too many novels, which affects my judgment a bit.

According to the ancient sayings in previous lives, Po Meng should have another identity.

Meng Po, a figure in myths and legends.

After the ghosts have been punished in each hall, they pass through the ten halls in turn and are handed over to the wheel-running king.

The ghosts who are about to reincarnate are escorted to Naihe Bridge, and Po Meng is asked to provide Mengpo soup to the ghosts going to reincarnation to erase the memory of the ghosts.

There are several folk theories about Po Meng's identity.

One is that Po Meng was already in the world when she separated from the Three Realms, and she was originally a loose official in the heaven.

Later, seeing the countless grievances and grievances in the world, even if he died, he refused to let go, so he came to the Wangchuan River in the underworld.

She set up a cauldron at the head of the Naihe Bridge, and refined the thoughts that the world couldn't let go into Meng Po soup for the ghosts to drink, and then they forgot the love and hatred in their lifetime and entered the next cycle.

The second is Meng Jiangnu. In the past, after Meng Jiangnu cried down the Great Wall, she saw countless corpses under the Great Wall, and she could never find her husband's bones.

In order to forget these painful memories, I made Mengpo soup that can make people forget their memories.

Later, when God remembered her, her longing for her husband was earth-shattering, and she was spared the suffering of reincarnation.

She made Mengpo soup by the Naihe Bridge, so that the ghosts who participated in the reincarnation could forget everything about their previous lives.

The third is a woman who has studied Confucian books since she was a child.

When he grew up, he began to chant Buddhist scriptures.

When I was alive, I never recalled the past, and never thought about the future, but wholeheartedly advised people not to kill and to be vegetarian.

She only knew that her surname was Meng, so people called her "Meng Po Lao Nai".

Because people in the world who knew the cause of the past life at that time often revealed the secrets of heaven, therefore, God specially appointed Meng Po's old grandmother as the god of the underworld.

No matter what kind of statement it is, it has nothing to do with Houtu.

"Is my identity worth your scrutiny?" Meng Po smiled and said, "Besides, I am no longer me. Meng Jiangnv, Sanguan, or Meng Po's old lady are all in the past. I... now I am the underworld." the only one."

"Can you see what I'm thinking?" Fang Mu frowned, "It's very rude."

Po Meng shook her head, pointed at the yellow soup, and said, "One sip can greatly increase your strength, take down that pen, and I'll give you a pot."

Fang Mu chuckled: "That depends on your sincerity."

Po Meng frowned and said, "You really want to know the origin of that pen?"

Fang Mu's eyes were fixed, and he peeked at his thoughts again?
"I can only see a little bit." Meng Po said: "There is a lot of fog on your body, I can't see through it, but since you want to know what that pen is, it's okay if I tell you."

Fang Mu raised his hand, pretending to be listening attentively.

"Since you know my name." Granny Meng said slowly, "Then have you heard of Zhen Yuanzi's name?"

"Ancestor of the Earth Immortal?" Fang Mu asked in amazement, "But what is the connection between the ancestor of the Earth Immortal and this place?"

Zhen Yuanzi, that's a real boss.

Meng Po said: "He has a treasure called the Book of the Earth, which is the fetal membrane of the earth. It is a real treasure, and the Book of the Earth is related to Cao Huan Dan. The pen is made of the root of Cao Huan Dan. Write it in the book and look it up."

The more Fang Mu listened to it, the more he found it unbelievable. What grass-returning-dan is may be unfamiliar, but if it is a ginseng fruit tree, then everyone would know.

It means that the king of Hades was determined to die by the root of Zhen Yuanzi's use of grass for pills?so outrageous?

What happened in the mythical world of the previous life?
"You have finished listening." Meng Po said: "I don't know what happened, because my memory has been faulted, and I only remember a lot of fragments, so... can you help me?"

The corners of Fang Mu's mouth curled up, and he said simply, "I won't help."

Granny Meng: "???"

Has such a straightforward answer really been thought through by the brain?
"You don't know how strong I am?" Meng Po said coldly, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Fang Mu smiled, and stretched out his finger to tick off: "Come here, come and beat me to death. In fact, you talked a little more, which made me understand one thing. You don't seem to be able to beat me."

Granny Meng clenched her cane tightly, her eyes getting colder and colder.

　Fang Mu's identity is definitely not the case in the previous book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)