Obviously, this is to warn them that no matter how many flowers bloom on the other side, one flower will recognize the Lord!
That is to say, one of them is destined to get the other side flower.
Seeing this, some people can’t wait for the front pot to squeeze their tears vigorously.
Not to mention that some people’s tears are coming, and those tears are like magical powers, which makes people really tight!
And handing over the "crossing the bridge" monk naturally rushed to cross the bridge first, thinking of finding a good feng shui location on the other side.
Gradually …
This person is getting less and less.
Wei Shang is standing in front of Meng Po with a dim look, thinking about the dribs and drabs in the sea of Qian Shan, looking at the tears in a shallow cove at the bottom of the pot.
Meng Po looked at him with a smile and said, "Xiao Langjun is a man with a story. What’s your name?"
Wei Shang looked up with a faint smile, "Wei Shang, the younger generation"
Meng Po faintly repeated, "Hurt … Hurt people to hurt?"
Said she looked more and more dim and hurt. "May you … feel sorry for yourself."
Wei Shang smiled sadly with a touch of vicissitudes of life, saying, "The beautiful woman is separated by Yin and Yang, but my heart can’t go back there … Spring and Autumn."
The moment … Tick-tock!
A tear fell on my cheek and fell into the inlet, splashing ripples.
Meng Po looked at what turned away, and the bamboo figure always shook his head and sighed.
After a while, everyone went to nine.
At the moment, only a few people are still squeezing tears.
Stay Mozhuang and Qiao Jinlian left Erhu and finally came to the front of Meng Po.
Meng Po looked at the cold-faced teenager in front of him and pointed to the mist wrapped around the soup pot and smiled as before. "It’s just you."
Erhu looked at the soup pot in front of him and muttered, "Can this soup really make people forget the past?"
Meng Po laughed and laughed "can ~ naturally can"
"Well," Erhu nodded, "I used to drink it, but it was really delicious and bitter."
Meng Po was a little surprised and immediately relieved. "Look at you, who hasn’t drunk the reincarnation of the world?"
The two tigers smiled slightly, and their eyes passed through the copper pot, and the misty clouds fell on the central bay, and the waves were crystal clear. They saw mountains, Taoist pools and bridled old people in the sea of clouds …
He muttered to himself, "I remember that an old man in Chi Pan, on the top of the vast sea of clouds, once told me that what happened in a person’s life was a real lot … it was inevitable and he had seen his life before drinking Meng Po Tang’s reincarnation, and he would choose such an identity to come to this person to say that … there must be something worth doing and feeling waiting for us.
A bowl of red soup has been made for thousands of years, and I forgot to break my heart. Meng Po Tang Meng Po Tang is tears, bitterness, pain, and sorrow … "
Speaking of which, Shine, teacher, Yun Shu, father, mother, etc. in my heart are no longer visible.
Tick-tock ~