"Ahem!"

Xu Ming coughed and said, "I think there must be some misunderstanding here. Lao Zhang, you are so old, why are you trying to compete with a little girl? Come on, bend down, represent Buddhism, and apologize to others."

Zhang Qishan stared at Xu Ming with wide eyes, "Fuck!"

Brother, the fire has not burned your head, why are you pretending to be a sheep with a big tail now?

What does it mean that I am so old and I apologize first?

What’s the point!

And this girl is not a human, she is simply Po Meng, Po Meng is also a mythical beast, we can’t decide who is older than the other!

Seeing that Zhang Qishan didn't respond, Xu Ming winked.

Zhang Qishan was helpless.

The current Bai Emperor is no better than before. The previous Bai Emperor was a little brat. Now he is the boss of the underworld, and at the same time he is also the future eleventh palace king. He and I are not on the same level at all.

Zhang Qishan pinched his nose and lowered his head and said, "Buddhism was ashamed of your mother before. On behalf of Buddhism, I apologize to Po Meng's family."

The little girl said angrily, "I don't accept your apology! Get out!"

Zhang Qishan couldn't help it anymore. Does this little girl want to die?

Although I, the Buddha, have a good temper, you are bullying the Buddha too much! After all, I have one foot in the ranks of Arahant monks, so don’t bully the Buddha too much.

Xu Ming glanced at Zhang Qishan and said, "Don't you listen to me? I don't welcome you, so why are you still here? Do you want to eat and drink for free?"

Yu Xiaoyue glanced at Zhang Qishan with pity, "Lord Buddha, please go out and wait!"

Zhang Qishan bit his back tooth socket and broke it. Grandma, what a shame and humiliation, what a shame and humiliation!

But he had no choice. Bai Di was a bitch. As long as it didn't hit him, he could forgive the other person generously and behave like a benevolent and just person.

His grandma’s!

Zhang Qishan turned around and left Huangquan Inn, and the smell of gunpowder in the entire inn dissipated a lot.

The little girl said to Xu Ming enthusiastically, "Sit here! This is a clean place."

Xu Ming and Yu Xiaoyue sat down, and the little girl asked enthusiastically, "What kind of Meng Po soup do you want?"

Yu Xiaoyue asked, "What does your Meng Po soup taste like?"

The little girl said, "There are eight flavors of Meng Po soup, which are the bitterness of birth, the bitterness of old age, the bitterness of illness, the bitterness of death, the meeting of resentments and hatreds, the separation of love, and the raging of the five yin. You can't ask for it! But I'm not good at studying. I'm going to cook it now.

The Meng Po soup only has seven bitters, and the last one has not been cooked yet! What kind of soup do you two want to drink?"

Xu Mingdao, "Gathering of Resentment and Hatred!"

Yu Xiaoyue said, "Death is painful."

The little girl said enthusiastically, "Okay!"

Xu Ming leaned on the chair and said thoughtfully, "How old are you this year?"

The little girl shook her head and said, "I don't know. After the underworld collapsed, the only hourglass in my inn was broken, and I lost the sense of time."

Yu Xiaoyue said, "You said you saw Zhao officials entering the underworld, and Zhao officials entered the underworld when Acha, the king of Hades, was in charge of the underworld, which was the last year of the Tang Dynasty. It seems that you are over a thousand years old this year."

The little girl said, "I don't think it is necessary to think about these things. The time in each creature's concept is different. For example, their whole life is our day. Your day is not the same as mine. It is redundant to think about these things."

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Yu Xiaoyue said, "Then what do you mean by not being redundant?"

The little girl said, "What to eat today and what to eat tomorrow are very practical."

Yu Xiaoyue still wanted to speak, but Xu Ming interrupted, "Don't talk to me for a moment. What this little girl said is right! After chatting for so long, I still don't know your name."

The little girl said, "Sanqi! What about you?"

Xu Ming smiled and said, "Everyone who knows me calls me Bai Di. You can also call me Lao Bai. Let me ask, has there been a dying person named Zhang here recently?"

The little girl shook her head and said, "There are so many people who come here every day that they are almost dead, and I never ask them their last names. I don't know who you are talking about."

Yu Xiaoyue snapped her fingers, and a picture appeared in front of her, with the appearance of the ancestor of the Zhang family appearing on the picture.

Xu Mingdao, "Yes, it's this portrait. Have you seen it?"

After looking at it for a while, Sanqi muttered, "It's him, he's dead!"

Xu Mingdao, "Where did you die?"

Sanqi said, "He died opposite you! He was sitting at the table opposite you. He drank Meng Po soup for a long time, and he died without even giving her any money. Are you her friends? Can you help?

Give him his money, five hundred souls!"

Xu Ming smiled and said, "Five hundred souls, what a joke! Can you tell me what he said in the end?"

"No." Sanqi said, "There were very few guests that day. It was already very late when he came here. I didn't want to open the door, but he insisted on coming in. He also said that he had made an appointment with an old friend to meet here today.

I just let him in."

"He came in and sat across from you for a long time."

"I thought he was pitiful, so I gave him some Mengpo soup. After he drank it for a long time, his friends didn't see him either."

"He seemed to be drunk. He laughed for a while and then passed away."

"I saw with my own eyes that his soul turned into nothingness and all his cultivation was gone."

"What a poor man. Forget it, I don't want those five hundred souls anymore. You can finish drinking Meng Po soup and leave!"

Xu Ming took a sip of Meng Po soup. This soup is colorless and tasteless, and has a soft taste. It tastes very similar to wine, but it is more like wine than wine. It moisturizes the body and soul, and has a different kind of sadness and separation, which echoes in the heart.

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Yu Xiaoyue took a sip of Meng Po soup and said hesitantly, "Sweet?"

Xu Mingdao, "Isn't it wine? Is yours sweet?"

Yu Xiaoyue nodded, "It's very sweet, and it comes from the sweetness in the soul. It's a bit interesting. The taste of this Mengpo soup can change according to your preference."

"It should be more than just that." Xu Mingdao, "This Mengpo soup deceives the soul and makes the soul think it is the taste we like. Just like our eyes, they will only capture pictures below six frames, and will ignore them if they exceed six frames.

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Yu Xiaoyue said, "What should I say? The ancestor of the Zhang family didn't leave anything behind. After drinking Meng Po soup, let's leave!"

"I have to leave," Xu Mingdao said, "but I don't think he left anything behind. He was sitting at that table, and we happened to be opposite him! Sanqi! This table is usually full of people.

Who is going to sit down?"

Sanqi said, "This table is a VIP seat. In the era of the Earthly Palace, the Great Emperor Rensheng of Tianqi! The Great Emperor Fengdu of Beiyin! Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! The Six Paths of Truth!"

Yu Xiaoyue said, "Who have you sat on recently?"

Sanqi blinked and said, "No more, it's just you two! After I took over this inn, you two have been the only ones who have sat at this table. As my mother said, no one else can sit at this table except those with a halo behind their backs."
Chapter completed!