The girl blinked in confusion on her pale face: "Are you Meng Po?...I'm dead?"

Meng Po nodded.

"I just wanted to scare my boyfriend, why am I really dead!?" The girl obviously couldn't accept the fact that she was dead, "No, you are fake, this is a dream, I want to go back, I'm not dead!"

Meng Po’s expressionless face: “Look at the wound on your hand, then look at the people around you. You are dead and can’t go back.”

It took a while before the girl accepted the fact that she was dead.

"He doesn't love me at all, he doesn't care about my life or death. I want to forget him!"

The girl came to Meng Po again and reached out and said, "Grandma Meng Po, give me Meng Po soup, I want to forget him!"

After a bowl of Mengpo soup, the girl wiped her mouth and said, "Love is too deep and I can't forget it. Can you give me another bowl?"

Meng Po shook her head: "You have already drunk a bowl."

"But...he is still in my mind." The girl smiled bitterly.

Looking at this scene, Yan Ning was moved to the point of being so touched. If Zhuang Xiaoya was here, she might have intercepted the girl's soul and found a way to send her back.

But what happened in the next scene made Yan Ning dumbfounded.

Meng Po silently pulled out a hammer from behind and knocked it hard at the girl's head. Although the girl was a spirit body, she was knocked dizzy by the hammer on the spot. Meng Po rolled her eyes and dragged the girl to the other side.

Yan Ning: "..."

Why is this different from what I imagined?!

After Meng Po threw the girl to the other side, she complained while walking back: "Damn, Meng Po soup is also costly. Can you little pretentious people, can you be a little pussy? Why can't you forget it? You don't know what you think you are a bit of pussy? You're not a bit of pussy..."

Yan Ning was silent again...

"Huh? There is still a living person here?"

Meng Po then noticed Yan Ning standing aside. After a while, Meng Po recognized Yan Ning: "Are you the new General Yan?"

Yan Ning nodded.

Meng Po knelt on the spot: "I don't know that Lord Yan Luo is here in person, and I'm negligent. I hope you forgive me for your crime."

Yan Ning coughed twice, but he really didn't dare to punish Meng Po. Maybe the old woman knocked herself out with just one hammer?

As if thinking about his behavior just now, Meng Po explained helplessly: "Young people nowadays don't care about their lives at all. They cry, make a fuss, and hang themselves. When their souls are sent here, they cry and shout to go back... But there is no way to go back in life. When someone who doesn't cooperate, I can only use a tough method, otherwise the performance will not meet the standards... If Lord Yan Luo feels it is inappropriate, can you send more people to me?"

"Ahem, let's talk about this again." Yan Ning said embarrassedly: "Do you know where there is yellow spring water nearby?"

Po Meng immediately replied: "Follow the river and walk for a long time, and the adults can see the pool of yellow spring water."

Yan Ning nodded and quickly said goodbye to Meng Po. Yan Ning said that he would consider Meng Po’s proposal carefully.

Continue to walk down the river, Yan Ning actually met an old man again.

However, the person I met this time was not Meng Po, but an old man with white hair and crutches.

The old man sat on the stone on the shore with his crutches aside, his turbid eyes looked at the opposite shore, and his knees were beaten with one hand.

Those who appear in the Mount of the Ringstone are afraid that no one is simple. Yan Ning is now King of Yan Luo, and he is under his jurisdiction. He didn't feel afraid and went up to say hello and said, "Old man, what are you doing here?"

The old man didn't look at Yan Ning, but just stared at the other side and whispered: "Young man, I'm wondering, what kind of people are qualified to pass through this sulphur water and reach the Pure Land on the other side?"

Yan Ning thought for a while: "No one can reach the Pure Land, because everyone has their own responsibilities. Only with these responsibilities are there, people must strive and endure pain."

"I'll ask a different way," said the old man. "The opposite of the Yellow Spring Water is where the Six Paths are. What kind of people do you think are qualified to invest in the Six Paths, and what kind of people must stay in Mount Yizhong and bear the punishment?"

"Killing and attacking karma?" Yan Ning answered tentatively. After all, when he was in the human world, the version he heard was like this. King Yama would decide whether this person should be reincarnated or hell based on the good and evil he did in his life.

"Talk about killing karma..." The old man finally glanced at Yan Ning, "You have a strong murderous aura on your body, I'm afraid you've killed a lot of people, right?"

Yan Ning did not deny this. He looked at his hands and said silently: "I'm afraid there are tens of thousands."

"Then do you think you should pass this fountain water or be sent to hell and punished?"

Yan Ning was silent for a moment.

The old man smiled and shook his head: "If you can't figure this out, you will never reach the bliss in your mind."

Yan Ning was still silent.

The old man stood up slowly with the big stone, leaning on a crutch in his hand, and pretending to leave: "You keep thinking here, I'll go home first, old man."

"etc."

Yan Ning suddenly called the old man.

"Have you thought about it?" the old man was slightly surprised. "You don't have to answer so quickly. I'll come here every day."

Yan Ning smiled, "The answer has always been in my heart, I am just considering whether to tell you."

The old man also smiled: "Then are you willing?"

“My answer is, I’m willing.”

"A good person is willing to become a demon for good, and a demon will also become a Buddha for good. There has never been absolute good or evil in the world, but the people I kill are all to prevent greater evil people from doing evil. Then I have created karma to kill, and I am willing to be responsible for it and be punished."

"As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

The old man heard this and remained silent. After a long time, he pointed to the river in front of Yan Ning and said, "This yellow spring water can wash away all the karma of killing and killing on you. Go. After the yellow spring water, all the karma of killing and killing on you will disappear and you will no longer need to be punished."

Yan Ning shook his head, "No, my killing aura still needs to be kept in my body to maintain the right path in my heart."

The two of them became quiet, and there was only the quiet sound of the underworld water flowing.

As the mighty wind blew, the old man's body suddenly became straight.

In Yan Ning's eyes, the old man's body was like a sand sculpture, blown away by the wind, and an old man who was equally in his twilight years but could extend but was extremely sharp appeared in front of Yan Ning.

"Have you guessed it was me?" the old man asked curiously.
Chapter completed!