Chapter 1845 A Bowl of Forgetting River

Seeing him embarrassed, Bai Zhi only smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll find a way myself."

Zhou Tiantian didn't know what to say, so he just lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing that the atmosphere became embarrassing, Bai Zhi had to continue to change the subject: "Where did your master suddenly go? Seeing that he was leaving in a hurry, he even took a bottle on the table."

Zhou Tiantian glanced at the empty space in the row of crystal vials, and was also surprised: "Here, there used to be Mother Meng's tear bottle, and the owner took the tear bottle away?" He asked rhetorically.

Bai Zhi nodded: "yes, I saw him take a bottle from here and go away, I don't know who it is."

"It's Granny Meng. The bottle in this position has always been Granny Meng. It's strange, what did he do with Granny Meng's tear bottle? Did Granny Meng cry? It's impossible!"

Bai Zhi questioned: "Why is it impossible? Why can't Madam Meng cry?" Bai Zhi looked at Zhou Tiantian in confusion, waiting for him to explain.

Zhou Tiantian hurriedly said: "Meng Po has a very high status in the underworld, and it is not easy for her to reach this step. She has to be hard-hearted, have a cold heart, and look down on the world, so that she can cultivate a consistent heart."

"So what?" Bai Zhi asked.

Zhou Tian said: "So, a demigod like Meng Po has seen so many joys and sorrows by the Naihe Bridge. I'm afraid she can't even count them. How could such a Meng Po have ghost tears."

Bai Zhi couldn't agree with Zhou Tiantian's words: "You can't say it like this, the first person has emotions and desires, and even if he becomes a ghost, he still has something he can't give up. For example, if someone dies, he can go to reincarnation to reincarnate. They choose to stay in the world, because they have something they can't give up even if they die. The same is true for Madam Meng, why did she want to be Madam Meng instead of reincarnating? I think there must be a reason for this."

Zhou Tiantian was speechless, sister was right, isn't he the same?

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Naihe Bridge, Meng Po, as always, stood in front of a large bucket, and handed bowls of Wangchuan River water, which she had carefully refined, to the ghosts who wanted to cross the bridge.

A bowl of forgetting Sichuan, a bowl of forgetting Sichuan.

When Wang Chuan entered the belly, all the love and hatred in the previous life disappeared without a trace.

Some people drink it without hesitation, as if they can't wait to forget those bad memories.

Some people kept crying, holding the soup and refusing to swallow it, wanting to see more of those faces in memory.

The gloomy wind rose and fell, and Jun Luoheng appeared by the Naihe Bridge, and those extremely sharp eyes swept wherever he could.

Did not find any difference.

He walked up to Madam Meng and asked, "What happened just now?"

Madam Meng didn't even raise her head, didn't even look at Jun Luoheng, she just asked in a low voice, "I don't know what you mean?"

Jun Luoheng said: "You cried just now and shed a lot of ghost tears, which is very strange."

Only then did Madam Meng remember that her tear bottle was now being kept by the little master in front of her.

"Seventh Highness, do I still need to report to you about my Madam Meng?" He was a little angry.

Jun Luoheng sneered: "Of course not, but since you know about this, please understand my investigation later."

Madam Meng handed a bowl of soup to the hand of a little girl, a girl who looked like five or six years old, wearing a sky blue embroidered duck pattern.

The girl took the soup from Granny Meng, and she was not in a hurry to eat it. She obediently thanked Granny Meng, and then she said crisply: "Pretty aunt, when will my mother come to pick me up? What did you give me? I Mom said you can't just accept food from strangers."