Tianyuan Xuanxian

Chapter 44 Meng Po Soup

Feeling the terrifying pressure coming from their bodies and looking at the big bowl of thick soup in front of them, everyone knew that they had to drink this Meng Po soup.

Chen Xuan looked down and saw that the whole bowl of soup was a strange dark green color with some black, indescribable things floating in it, which made people lose their appetite at first glance.

But there is a refreshing fragrance wafting from the soup, which is so fragrant that it makes one's mouth water.

Then he looked at Zhu Yin, only to see that Zhu Yin had crawled to the edge of the bowl, opened his mouth and started drinking in big gulps.

"Don't rush to drink it. What exactly is the effect of this Mengpo soup? Are there any taboos when drinking it?"

Zhu Yin was swallowing the soup whole at this moment, and said incoherently:

"It is said that after a living being dies, the remaining soul must drink a bowl of Meng Po soup before crossing the Naihe Bridge. After drinking it, it will make it forget everything in its life and at the same time complete its three souls and seven spirits. After that, it can step onto the Naihe Bridge and continue to the underworld.

But for the living, especially those who practice cultivation, Mengpo soup is a tonic that is hard to come by, so just drink it!"

Hearing this, and considering that Zhu Yin was already drinking and didn't look unusual, Chen Xuan no longer hesitated and picked up the big bowl of Meng Po soup on the table and drank it all.

Suddenly, Chen Xuan felt dazed, as if something was leaving his body, and everything in his memories was gradually fading.

"Zhu Yin, Zhu Yin!"

In a hurry, Chen Xuan immediately called Zhu Yin beside him.

He turned around and saw a huge spider lying on the table, drinking the soup in the bowl in big gulps. Chen Xuan was immediately startled.

"Who are you, monster? Why are you around me?"

Hearing this, the spider froze and slowly raised its head from the bowl.
"Kid, what's wrong with you? I told you this is the best tonic for the soul, just drink it!"

Zhu Yin glanced at Chen Xuan, a hint of doubt suddenly appeared on his face, "No, who are you? What did you call Chen...Chen what?"

Suddenly, the doubt in Zhu Yin's eyes became more intense. After a while, his eyes became dull. He buried his head in the bowl again and drank the Meng Po soup. At the same time, he muttered:

"Such a tonic, yet you're still suspicious. I'll drink it first!"

Seeing this, Chen Xuan suddenly felt something was wrong. He felt dizzy and immediately reached out and patted his forehead.

"Zhu Yin...Zhu...Xuan, by the way, I am Zhu Xuan, why should I call myself by my own name?"

At this time, the other people at the table also drank the Meng Po soup in front of them.

As the medicine entered their stomachs, they felt their brains dizzy and their souls swollen and painful, as if they were about to burst.

Several people's hearts tightened, and they quickly sat down to meditate on the spot to stabilize their spirits.

At this moment, the souls of several cultivators who were currently at the fourth level of Qi training suddenly exploded, and then their eyes became dull, leaving only an empty shell of their body sitting on the table.

Meng Po, who was standing aside, seemed to be accustomed to this. There was no fluctuation on her face. She just waved her hand casually, and the bodies of those people turned into ashes and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"This Meng Po soup of mine is a holy medicine that nourishes the soul for the living, but it also requires one to be able to withstand its impact on the soul. Otherwise, it will be a deadly poison that will destroy the soul."

Hearing these words in a daze, everyone's expressions changed drastically. They all tensed up and didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, for fear of following the same fate as the people before them.

But even so, there were still a few people whose souls were shattered and turned into empty shells.

However, when Meng Po's eyes swept over Chen Xuan and Zhu Yin, she was immediately surprised:
“Hey, there are still two people here from the previous life!”

She immediately took light steps and in a flash, she came to the table where Zhu Yin and Chen Xuan were sitting. She put her beautiful face close to their faces and observed them carefully.

"They are two freaks indeed! However, anyone who has a past life in a village will have their past life erased by Meng Po soup..."

After saying this, Meng Po raised a delicate hand to cover her mouth and giggled. "Looks like I can have a feast today!"

At this moment, in Chen Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness, the fragments of memory scattered in the sea of ​​consciousness are gradually fading away.

When these memory fragments disappear completely, Chen Xuan will completely lose these memories.

However, at this moment, a light purple light suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of Chen Xuan and Zhu Yin, and two identical marks appeared one after another between their eyebrows.

It is the contract mark of the Ten Thousand Demons Pool.

The contract mark of the Ten Thousand Demons Pool was directly imprinted on the souls of the two. At this moment, something happened to their souls, and the mark immediately appeared.

A burst of light purple light completely enveloped the souls of the two.

A moment later, milky white crystals emerged from the souls of the two people and slowly floated around them.

These crystals are the main ingredients of Meng Po Soup, which is composed of the water of the Wangchuan River and the souls in the river.

The Forgetful River in front of everyone's eyes is naturally not the one that truly belongs to the underworld, but was derived by a cultivator using extraordinary means.

But its effect is similar to that of the real water of the Forgotten River, except that the energy and power of rules contained in it are much weaker than those of the real Forgotten River.

The souls in the river naturally did not come out of thin air.

The endless souls seen in the river now were collected from the mortal world by the cultivator who opened up the inheritance here. Most of these souls were killed by the cultivator himself when they were alive and their souls were thrown into the Forgetful River.

The souls in the Mengpo soup that the monks are drinking now are naturally not among the souls in the Forgetful River.

As the saying goes, the wool comes from the sheep. The souls contained in the Meng Po soup that everyone drinks are the souls of all the monks who died after entering the place of inheritance this time.

One of the functions of the Yellow Springs Road is to collect these souls.

The refinement of Mengpo Soup means that except for the people in front of him, all other cultivators who entered the place of inheritance have died!

As the saying goes, chasing fame and fortune is just a show, success or failure will all be in vain.

The previous generation dies, and the next generation benefits. Everything in the world can be gained only after giving up, and can be born only after death.

These monks entered the land of inheritance, intending to seek fortune for themselves, but they ended up dying. Even their remaining souls became nutrients for the growth of others. It was truly sad and pitiful.

When all these crystals are separated from the souls of the two people, it means that the effect of Meng Po soup will not affect them.

Chen Xuan and Zhu Yin lost this opportunity.

The effect of Mengpo Soup is very strong. After all, it uses the souls of thousands of people to nourish dozens of people. Anyone who completely absorbs the nutrients in Mengpo Soup will undergo a thorough transformation in his soul.

Such a transformation is enough to allow them to reach unprecedented heights in their attainments in the spiritual realm.

Of course, the prerequisite is that they must be able to withstand the impact of Mengpo soup.

If a balloon is filled with too much air, it will burst due to the internal pressure.

This is why the souls of several people before were shattered.

The big bowl of Meng Po soup in front of you, how much to drink and how long to finish it all depends on the cultivator himself. No one has ever said that you have to drink it all.

Most of these monks chose to drink it all in one gulp. Some of them were stupid and inflexible, and when they saw others doing it, they thought they could do the same.

The other part is that they know how powerful it is, but they are too greedy and don’t want to miss any chance. They are greedy and end up dying, so they can’t blame others.

(End of this chapter)