The monk took the hot soup from the wooden bowl and drank it one mouthful at a time. He leaned slightly, looked at Po Meng and asked, "Unknown senior, can you finish the soup that you cook every day?"

Po Meng looked at him and shook her head: "How is it possible? The number of people crossing the bridge varies every day. How can they finish drinking it every day?"

"What about the soup that's not nearly finished? You can't throw it away, right? I see that you make soup every day. It's very hard for you, right?"

The monk looked at the small half pot of soup left in the pot and frowned slightly, because he tasted the taste of spiritual grass in the soup and knew that it was not easy for Po Meng to cook the soup.

Po Meng laughed and poured the remaining soup in the pot into the Wangchuan River in front of him.

While pouring, he said: "In the past, I asked you to drink soup and then cross the bridge... Now it's better. Come and drink soup when you are hungry!"

I saw ripples in the calm Wangchuan River, and after a while the soup that was poured disappeared.

The monk looked at the sight in front of him and was speechless. He thought to himself that all the living beings in the river were those who refused to drink the soup and were thrown into the river and would never be reincarnated.

After putting away the pots and pans, Po Meng looked at the monk who was about to cross the bridge and asked: "Monk, what is the name of the bridge you saw today?"

The monk was startled, and then looked towards the railing beside the bridge.

"What I saw was Naihe. Haha, the monk really didn't practice enough. He has to practice hard for a lifetime." After saying goodbye, he said goodbye to Po Meng and walked to the other side.

"Naihe Bridge? Naihe Monk Naihe Tian?"

Po Meng looked at the place where the monk disappeared and muttered, the way of reincarnation in the heart is indeed not something she can figure out.
Chapter completed!