I become a god in another world

Chapter 709 Drinking Meng Po Soup
Chapter 709
Hearing Zhao Fusheng say this, Xu Yu felt much more at ease.

Zhao Fusheng brought her out of the Ghost Palace, and in her heart, he was omnipotent. Now that Zhao Fusheng had made this promise, Xu Yu felt at ease.

She reached out and handed it to Zhao Fusheng.

The child's eyes were grayish-white and unfocused, which meant she had lost her sight.

Zhao Fusheng's heart sank.

Xu Yu didn't have a pen in her hand, and she wasn't aware of it, but Zhao Fusheng still made a gesture to take the pen.

Their fingertips touched, and Xu Yu felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, the red shoe ghost footprints had fully revived.

All the ghosts who died from Shen Yishu's method of delivering messages over the years have now appeared in the world.

Every densely packed footprint in the Ghost Realm of Wuqing County was occupied by a blood-soaked ghostly figure. The moment the vengeful ghosts were resurrected, they were lured by the Meng Po soup. After a slight pause, they slowly walked towards Meng Po.

Time is of the essence, and there is no time to lose.

Zhao Fusheng once again summoned the Huangquan Opera Troupe. The ghost play took to the stage, and as soon as the gongs and suonas sounded, the evil spirits were attracted.

But the next moment, a putrid smell appeared.

In the blood-red ghost realm, paper money began to float down from the sky, swarming towards the opera troupe.

The ghost troupe couldn't help but 'move'.

The troupe leader Liu Chunquan, several generations of Bai Ling, and the 'stars' in the troupe all rose up in a flash—Zhao Fusheng's ghost tablets were momentarily out of control.

The ghosts and spirits of the opera troupe quickly gathered the scattered money into their palms.

The Ghost Opera Troupe's Rule: Get paid to perform.

Back then, Liu Huacheng and the old troupe leader of the Yellow Springs Opera Troupe formed a karmic bond due to this law, which ultimately led to a tragic relationship; now, even though the opera troupe has become ghosts, the law remains unchanged.

The ghost opera troupe has a 'special audience'; they owe a show to the 'person' who throws money at them, and now they only want to perform for the 'person' who throws money at them.

Amidst the melodious opera music, countless lanterns drifted swiftly from afar.

They passed through the ghostly red shoes, and when they reached them, they turned into paper figures, which eventually sat down inside the opera troupe.

As soon as these bright red paper ghost figures entered the opera troupe, they immediately suppressed the ghost opera troupe. The two sides suppressed each other, and the ghost opera troupe lost its control over the red-shoe ghost.

The red-shoeed demons only stayed for a moment before continuing forward.

Kuai Manzhou's eyes reddened, but he continued working.

She intended to use the Yellow Springs as a conduit to lure the ghostly entourage into it.

Fan Bisi and his brother, along with the Ghost Mother Tai Sui, used their blood umbilical cords to block the ghosts;

Liu Yizhen tried his best to block the way, while Wu Shaochun set up a "ghost stove" and used bowls of fried rice to keep the "people" there.

……

The concerted efforts of everyone have yielded some results.

Countless red-shoe ghosts fell into the cycle of reincarnation, became entangled in karma, and were trapped by the ghost tree.

Just when everyone thought this move had worked and their faces lit up with joy, red shoe prints reappeared where Shen Yishu had walked.

A blood-red moon appeared in the sky at some unknown time. The moonlight shone down, shrouding the ghost realm in a bloody veil, on which black characters appeared.

These words, like dappled shadows of trees, fall upon every person and ghost.

The shadow began to corrode the soul through the skin.

Wherever the curse of evil goes, it tears apart shrines and shatters the boundaries of the land.

Even the laws governing vengeful spirits are affected by it.

On the white silk ribbon of the hanged ghost that Ding Datong was riding, a black shadow of a ghost curse was reflected—in the blink of an eye, this black curse-cursing silk ribbon corroded that ominous object.

The power of a letter written in blood was so ferocious.

Moonlight is everywhere.

Wherever the black curse went, even the ghost trees were enveloped in it.

The two laws are in opposition to each other.

Even though the Ghost Tree is large, deeply rooted, and has lush foliage, the power of the Red Moon should not be underestimated.

Moonlight shone through the gaps in the branches into the ghost tree, casting hundreds of red shadows like lightsabers.

Countless ghostly curses were interspersed among the red shadows, reflecting off the countless corpses of ghostly accomplices hanging from the trees.

The curse instantly tore the corpses of these ghostly accomplices to pieces.

As soon as the shattered corpse of the ghost accomplice hit the ground, the hanging tree branch withered instantly.

……

Shen Yishu's power was so formidable that she could kill people on a large scale wherever the moonlight shone.

"First, hide under the ghost tree."

The blood-written curse possessed astonishing power, Zhao Fusheng shouted.

Realizing the danger, everyone immediately hid under the ghost tree.

The power of the blood moon was momentarily sluggish due to the shade of the trees.

But Meng Po remained seated and did not move.

"Meng Po, Meng Po."

Upon seeing this, Chen Duozi became somewhat anxious.

Before she joined the Demon Suppression Division of Wan'an County, Meng Po felt great pity for her plight and took good care of her; the two had a close relationship.

At this moment, seeing the blood-red light shining on Meng Po and the ghostly curse covering her body, Chen Duozi was extremely anxious. For a moment, he forgot his own danger and wanted to rush out of the ghost tree to save her.

"Leave me alone," Meng Po replied in a hoarse voice.

She was still making soup.

But what she pulled out next was not medicine, but her repentance.

The deeper the love, the more one feels indebted.

"My lord, I'm so sorry."

Meng Po suddenly apologized:

“You have been kind to me. Now that evil spirits are rampant in the world, and you have the ambition to save all living beings, I should do my best to repay your kindness and accompany you.”

As she spoke, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes and fell into the ghost furnace with a 'drip'.

The soup in the boiler was suddenly and violently boiled upon impact from this single tear.

"But I owe my daughter."

“She was young before she was abducted. It was my fault for not teaching her the wickedness of people, which led her to wander outside, suffer all kinds of hardships, end up in Shangyang County, and eventually die.”

With each word Meng Po uttered, the curse on her deepened.

The blood-red letter was etched onto her body, instantly leaving her covered in blood.

"I didn't protect her when her life was in danger, I didn't have time to participate in her marriage to Shao Yin, and that letter she wrote home never actually reached my hands—"

Every time Meng Po spoke, Chen Duozi's eyes would sting with tears.

No, this is none of your business—

Everyone in Wan'an County knows that she has done her best.

After the incident, everyone wanted to persuade her to let go. She was a young woman then, drifting alone in such a world. Even if she didn't say how much suffering she had endured, who didn't know?
She has lived this long in order to seek the truth and justice.

Now that the truth has come to light, justice is not far away—Meng Po believes that Zhao Fusheng will execute Paper Man Zhang and will not allow him to continue to wreak havoc on the world.

With this person dead, Meng Po can finally put her mind at ease.

She had confidence in Zhao Fusheng.

……

Once the two knots in her heart are untied, Meng Po's mind is set on life and death.

She has suffered greatly over the years, and she has no one to confide in about her resentment and grievances; she keeps them all to herself.

Now, seeing his daughter's vengeful ghost appear again, he could no longer hold back.

Living was torture for her, and at this moment she found herself in the same state of mind as Zhang Chuanshi, who died at the hands of Erlang Shen in the old Zang family ancestral hall.

"Don't try to persuade me, don't try to persuade me."

Meng Po murmured:

"I am so sorry, sir. Please help me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the boiler in front of her began to spurt even more violently.

Will-o'-the-wisps ignited, gradually drying out the boiler. She seemed to have lost her mind, muttering:

"Mother above, may you see this as if it were written before you—your daughter was stranded in Xuzhou, but was fortunately rescued—the rescuer is from the same hometown—his son, Shaoyin, is twenty years old—"

Drops of blood flowed from her chest and dripped into the boiler.

At this moment, hundreds and thousands of blood-red ghostly figures stepped forward, eventually merging together to form a fierce ghostly figure dressed in a wedding gown.

A vengeful ghost with blood streaming down its face walked up to Meng Po, stretched out its hand, and handed her a blood-stained letter.

Meng Po paused for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at Zhao Fusheng.

Their eyes met across the Ghost Realm. Meng Po's eyes held guilt, reluctance, and a hint of pleading.

She didn't need to say much; in that instant when their eyes met, she understood that Zhao Fusheng already knew her feelings.

Reaching her age, the point at which she supposedly saw through her obsessions was that her obsessions had reached their peak in this life.

Death held no fear for her; perhaps only in death could she find true peace.

Even with his lips tightly pressed together, Zhao Fusheng could not help but tremble slightly.

Accepting Shen Yishu's letter means that Meng Po will 'die'.

Died under the law, died at the hands of vengeful ghosts.

……

Tears welled in her eyes, but in the next instant, she resolutely reached out her hand.

The blood-stained letter fell into her palm.

In an instant, the blood-written curse covered her entire body.

Meanwhile, the soup inside Meng Po's cauldron was simmered to perfection.

Her guilt, reluctance to leave, and attachment and love for everyone before her death transformed into the final special 'medicinal ingredient,' brewing the unparalleled Meng Po soup.

This soup is specially prepared for different 'people' and 'ghosts'.

When the ghost standing before Meng Po was Shen Yishu, the pot of soup boiled down to sugar pills, turning into a special 'medicinal candy' which she held in her palm.

"Child, the medicine candy—"

She shouted with difficulty.

Meng Po's rule: No one in the world can refuse this 'bowl of Meng Po soup'; neither humans nor ghosts can refuse it.

Shen Yishu was no exception.

The pale-faced ghost bride took the medicine candy into her hand, just like the innocent girl she once was.

Once the medicine candy was swallowed, its obsession was immediately shattered.

At this moment, Meng Po is on the verge of a vengeful ghost's resurrection, and its power is extremely terrifying.

The bloody footprints in the ghost realm immediately became blurred. All the vengeful ghosts, according to Meng Po's obsession in her previous life, were cast into 'reincarnation' and sank into Kuai Manzhou's Yellow Springs. They were then discharged into the Six Paths of Reincarnation along the Yellow Springs, waiting for their 'next life'.

Suddenly, countless new ghost companions appeared hanging from the ghost tree, but without exception, all of them wore a pair of blood-red shoes.

They may be waiting to enter the human realm, the celestial realm, or the realm of evil spirits, waiting for the next opportunity.

A deep connection was established between the Ghost Tree and Meng Po.

This cause and effect cannot be severed, and no one can detach it.

One by one, the red-shoeed ghosts led Meng Po's 'medicinal candy', but in the end, they seemed to find the speed too slow. The ghosts turned into blood mist and attached themselves to the dark ghost incantation, devouring Meng Po's body and absorbing her life force.

Her last words before she died:

"My lord, I will find the paper figure Zhang for you—"

As soon as he finished speaking, his breath vanished completely.

When the living die, the ghosts rise again.

Zhao Fusheng's knowledge of the Investiture of the Gods prompts: Meng Po's vengeful ghost has been resurrected.

Should the shrine to Meng Po be transformed into a shrine to ghosts and gods?

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng's grief reached its peak.

Unfortunately, what makes a person human, and what keeps them alive, is that they still have reason and do not act entirely as they please.

Almost instantly, she realized that she couldn't let the vengeful spirit of Meng Po get out of control.

Therefore, she answered without hesitation: Yes.

The Investiture of the Gods flashed with an unusually fierce blood-red light; the blood-red list flickered, and hell opened.

Where shadows lie, blood and light rebuild the shrine between Meng Po and the ghosts, and establish a connection with them.

The Investiture of the Gods hints: In her previous life, she was a street vendor; after death, she transformed into a river-guarding deity, protecting the entrance to the Yellow Springs.

Her life was full of misfortune. She lost her daughter at an early age and eventually became a destitute wanderer, seeking the truth!

The moment she learned the truth was both the moment she was freed from her obsession and the moment she achieved her goal of fulfilling her obsession and realizing her own laws.

A bowl of Meng Po soup, forgetting the past and the future.

She experienced all eight kinds of suffering in life.

……

With a lifetime of suffering and resentment, at the moment of her death, love suppressed her hatred, and she finally brewed this unparalleled Meng Po soup, which she gave to the most special person in her heart.

Host, would you like to drink Meng Po's soup?

……

The moment the announcement of the Investiture of the Gods ended, Zhao Fusheng's eyes stung with tears. A ghostly figure flashed before her, and Meng Po, her figure bathed in blood, appeared in front of her, raising a bowl of Meng Po soup to her.

The ghost soup was blood red, carrying a strong malevolent aura.

Zhao Fusheng sometimes hated himself for being too calm and too rational—the moment Meng Po died, her first reaction was to restrain the evil spirit and prevent it from harming the world.

Therefore, she didn't have time to grieve, nor did she have time to fully experience the pain of losing her closest relatives and loved ones.

But sometimes she acts extremely impulsively.

After dealing with the chaos caused by the vengeful ghost, she saw the familiar face before her and realized that everything had changed. Only then did she feel a heart-wrenching sorrow.

Meng Po's eyes were red and almost black, and the gentleness and affection she had shown in life were no longer visible.

All kinds of memories came flooding back.

She held Zhao Fusheng's hand with concern and asked her in a warm voice, "Are you cold?" and "Are you hungry?"

Every morning when he spent time with her, Zhao Fusheng was often awakened by Meng Po's gentle voice: "My lord, it's time to get up."

……

The past is like smoke; once a person dies, many memories can never be relived.

The dead are gone, their pain frozen at the moment of their death; but the living must carry the past, bearing these memories as they move forward.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng was like a heavy ship carrying the weight of the past, struggling against the wind in this cold and desolate world.

The medicine offered by the vengeful ghost can break her obsession and cause her to fall into reincarnation, which could very likely endanger her life.

When Meng Po was alive, she could refuse this bowl of soup and warn her not to harm her own people.

But when her vengeful spirit revived and her first reaction was to serve herself the Meng Po soup, Zhao Fusheng didn't want to refuse her 'kindness'.

The Investiture of the Gods is still waiting for her answer.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng understood Meng Po's state of mind. Meng Po knew that her daughter's letter contained deadly evil energy, but she still accepted it.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng knew that Meng Po's soup was harmful to her, but she still did not want to restrain herself.

She reached out and took the soup bowl.

"grown ups!"

"grown ups."

"Fusheng——"

Everyone exclaimed.

Liu Yizhen's expression was serious, and he wanted to dissuade her.

Zhao Fusheng, however, said:
"Some things just have to be done."

That's just her personality.

He is both calm and impulsive, a contradiction in himself.

With tears in her eyes, she picked up the Meng Po soup and drank it all in one gulp.

The Investiture of the Gods hints: A bowl of Meng Po soup will make you forget your past and future.

The host drinks this bowl of Meng Po soup—

(End of this chapter)