Legend of the Great Saint

Perhaps this “lookout platform” is essentially a magical and useful law base that mirrors the deepest memories of the people on stage about their homeland. But with how he operated the Book of Freedom, the scene was still alive and without a slight fluctuation.

He looked down at the stage and suddenly found a curved wooden bridge across a great river, as clear as a beach, but no more than ten feet long. The bridge is also engraved with two words: "Neha." ”

You can't even see the endless smoke wave and the long bridge.

At this time, a soul hooker waited to take a Yin Goddess to the bridge, walking slowly and slowly.

At the other end of the bridge is the vast yellow dust, the indifference.

This path of hell is completely different from the path of the human race, the path of the demon beast, the path of Ashuro, and even the path of the hungry ghost. Unpredictable, unspeakable.

The big blue ghost shouted impatiently: "Hey, the one above, come down, it will be time to see more merit! ”

Li Qingshan walked down from the lookout tower in a trance. The ignorant old man grabbed him: “Give me my Lingyu back, son! ”

Li Qingshan rubbed away: “I'll pay you back later. ”

Odd in Minotaur's heart: “Can't this kid think his way home? ”

The old man shouted, "Lord Horseface, please take charge of me! ”

“Howl what, keep walking and mind your things!” Horseface grinned. “Good boy, I'll see what you can do next! ”

After watching the townhouse, shortly after, a tea shed stopped the road. It was either built on the side of the road or so blocked on the main road. On both sides, the walls were completely closed, and a flagpole of the tea shed floated with a “soup” written on it.

An old woman with crane hair and chicken skin sat at the door with a soup spoon in her hand and greeted her: "Come and have some soup. ”

Meng Pu Tang!

Li Qingshan raised his head slightly. With this unlucky place built in the tea shed, he knew that he could not stop drinking this soup. I don't see any merit boxes. Relax a little.

I came a little closer and found something strange.

The lady had two soup pots in front of her, and they were all very hot. Stacked two stacks of bowls, one large and one small. Large bowls are missing and black porcelain is greyed out. Small beautiful, white porcelain dot color.

A pot of soup is thick as asphalt, with an unpleasant smell of medicine; another pot of soup is light as white water with a fresh scent.

Momma first used a small bowl of white porcelain, scooped out two bowls of fresh soup and handed it to the cowhead horse noodles: “Two brothers, the old man just used a new soup cooked with a thousand old hens, taste it! ”

Horse noodles: “Granny Meng, you're still so good at it, but it's getting less and less expensive. Don't say a thousand years, I don't think it's even necessary for a hundred years. ”

“Business is bad, these days are all poor people!” Meng's face was kind to Li Qingshan: “Which bowl would you like to drink, brother? ”

Li Qingshan has listened to Bullhead Abandon on the road. The effect of this soup is not to make people forget the past, but to seal it all up and fix it.

Although it is the Yin God of the Sun, once you drink this bowl of soup, you are no different than a human being, and you cannot use any more magic.

In this state, once you re-enter the circle, there is a mystery in the fetus that will inevitably erase all memories of previous life.

But Bullhead Abandon didn't tell him that the soup had a choice, so he reached out to the pot to clear his finger.

“This little brother can really choose, drink this bowl of soup, don't go to hell, don't forget the dust! ”

Bombay smiled more graciously, but instead of rushing to scoop soup, he reached out a hand like a chicken claw.

Li Qingshanton understood from time to time that that pot of fresh soup was to be bought, and the price must be high, I'm afraid it was one of the most needed points.

If you drink this bowl of fresh soup, you can maintain your own cultivation, even if you are thrown into hell, you can use magic to resist. Even if there is still a mystery in the womb at the time of the reincarnation, the memory of the mind can be preserved and restored in the future.

Chu Tian can restore some of Lin Xuan's memories, definitely not by chance, it is the Bowl of "Hell, Forget the Front Dust” Meng Granny soup that he drank. Don't say soup, even if it's just a bowl of fresh water, you can sell the price.

This level can be considered vital, it is a matter of life and death. It is definitely not comparable to “famous attractions" such as "Wangtai”, and there is no choice, drink or drink.

Seeing that Li Qingshan couldn't get his hands on it, Meng's face slowly subsided. He put down the small white porcelain bowl, picked up the large black porcelain bowl, and scooped a bowl full of it: “This is all the poor ghost deserves! ”

“Alas, people say that hell rewards good and evil. I never thought I'd be poor or rich! ”

Li Qingshan sighed bitterly, took over the big bowl of black porcelain, the smell was even more stingy, the bubbles were bubbling, something like insects came up, I don't know what kind of disgusting things were cooking.

"Don't look down on this bowl of soup," said Mamma Yin. “If it's about the ingredients, it's more expensive than this pot! Safeguard your drink, you won't get away with it. Forget all the dirt!” Strong voice: “Drink! ”

The horse smiled, “If you don't drink it, you just have to fill it. ”

Bullhead Abandon laughed: "Hey, old cow, pay for your own pocket, you can ask your brother-in-law to fill more bowls! ”

“It's not worth it, boss! ”

Three faces stare at Li Qingshan, either harshly, ridiculously, or coldly.

Li Qingshan didn't think there was anything terrible about this hell, but he suddenly felt some palpitations: “Okay, I drink! I'll drink it! ”

He squeezed his nose and drank this bowl of soup with a distorted expression. The horse's face couldn't help but laugh: “It's too late to regret not seeing the coffin cry. ”

In the heart of Bullhead, he sighed. On Huangquan Road, he was going to give Li Qingshan a little baby, and let him go up and down a little bit. That was the simplest thing. But now that you've chosen this path, you have to go like this. Otherwise, how can a “smart man” who knows how to beat it up and down be so lousy and sinful!

Li Qingshan cuckoo drank up the soup, the soup entrance instantly melted, a little bit blended into the sun god, suddenly feeling paralyzed, shaking continue to walk forward, the look has been extremely desperate.

Bombay was used to this kind of scene, and he was too lazy to look at the poor guy to entertain the next “customer”.

Just as Li Qingshan crossed the soup pot, he suddenly flew up and kicked it on the soup.

Boom, the soup pot smashed on the rock wall, and the soup spilled all over the floor.

Even if Momma had a ghost fairy, she couldn't help but suddenly scream: “My soup! ”

This pot consumes a lot of precious materials to achieve sealing and repair and is extremely difficult to prepare.

Li Qingshan sighed and frowned. “Good soup!” To the staring old man, “he said. ”

Meng Granny's hand was like a chicken claw. He strangled him so hard, he shouted: "Give me back my soup! ”

“Yes!” Li Qingshan smiled and patted his stomach: “When I digested it, I peed and used it as a mirror for you, so you could take a picture of how ugly your old face is! ”

Momma's going mad: “I'll kill you! ”

“Okay, come on, I beg you, give me a good time. Killing isn't human! ”

The horse stood still for a while and asked Bullhead Abandon: “Is this kid out of his mind? ”

“Well, it's not too bad! ”

But somehow, all he wanted to do was laugh, and a sigh of boredom followed.

The man who was pressed to the ground, unable to resist but never to yield, seemed to shine a bright light, breaking through the darkness of hell.