Chapter 29 Meng Po's Broth

  My ancestors' contempt for my profession, once again made me feel inferior because of my major, it naturally reminded me of the difficult years when I was job hunting and was beaten by reality. A few years ago, this major was still very popular, but now it's as cold as a joke, an unreservedly cold joke.

  This Chinese belongs to management profession, but I have been practicing in being managed all the time, and those who manage me are the worst students that my teacher despised back then.

  When I was feeling inferior, I saw a team of four people passing by my ancestors and me, proudly kicking in step, obviously well-trained. Judging from their uniform attire, they should be the vanguard of the underworld, but each one didn't have a personal appearance, holding a mourning stick-like thing in their hands, their body shape was similar to mine, but that head was strange - deer head, sheep head, rabbit head, dog head, and the dog-headed ghost soldier walking at the front seemed to be a small ghost official.

  After going through all these columns of shock, I have already developed antibodies to these toys. Seeing this dog-headed ghost walking in front of us and saluting our ancestors actually scared me a bit. The animal training in the underworld is indeed a set.

  I looked at that ghostly dog's eyes and thought about my own height, wondering if it was the case of a dog looking down on people. I couldn't help but want to directly report my height as 183.

  The voice of this dog-headed ghost soldier was very hoarse, as if his throat had been burned by fire, and it felt very uncomfortable when he read the soul.

  "Director Choi, earlier when we were patrolling the city, we found a large pit on the ground not far from Naihe Bridge. I don't know if you've seen anyone responsible for it?" As I read this, I suddenly felt my face burning with shame and my heart racing with anxiety, thinking to myself: Could these be the ancestors' so-called "Hell's City Management"?

  "It's all right, it's all right! Seeing that big pit, our dog-headed squad leader was so angry he cried!" A rabbit-headed guy beside him fawned.

  Ancestors gritted their teeth, whiskers twitching, staring at the ghostly soldier with a ferocious expression. "You ask me? Can't I, a dignified judge of the imperial court, be your escort? Do you need my judicial authority to help you catch ghosts?"

  I'm secretly pleased, this is the rhythm that the first of the four great judges should have, this official power, this momentum, I instantly don't blush or skip a beat, my hands are placed on my hips, and I'm standing with one leg raised, extremely arrogant.

  The ghost soldier saw that his ancestor's mood was not good, and he quickly apologized, "Wang... I offended Lord Cui... Wang, how dare I... it's just that I happened to see the lord's handsome back view...... Wang... so I came over to pay my respects to the lord... Wang... and also ask for advice!"

  It seems that this ghost is also a bully, and our ancestors glared at the dog-headed squad and said, "You city management demons have seen the ghostly civilians being arrogant, but now you don't even know how to behave. Hmph! It looks like this year's Ghost Congress will have to find its agenda from among you!"

  At this hum, the four city management ghost soldiers knelt down in unison and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

  "Get up, you know what I'm talking about. Just now, there was a ghost named Li Xiaogang who was arrogant and domineering. The pit was dug by him. If it weren't for my descendant Cui Ming, I'm afraid that even the Naihe Bridge would have been demolished by this kid. Li Xiaogang is currently being detained in the Blood River Pool." It seems that our ancestors were also vengeful people.

  I heard my ancestors say that, and suddenly I started sympathizing with Li Xiaogang. Looking at these four beasts in front of me, they are definitely not kind-hearted people. They must have been brutalized by their animal instincts, and the cruel punishment is inevitable. According to Li Xiaogang's style, he would show off his wealth again, brag about his father, and make a big deal out of nothing. Thinking about it, the consequences will be disastrous. Alas, thinking about it, Li Xiaogang actually helped me a lot. I bowed silently in front of the Naihe River and whispered "goodbye".

  That dog-headed ghost soldier was kowtowing while saying, "Woof woof... thank you... woof... Lord Cui, woof woof... we brothers... woof... will arrive at the Blood River Pool soon... woof woof... to find that little brat... woof... and settle accounts. This newly repaired road has been messed up like this..." Then I was surrounded by the sound of gritted teeth, four beasts clenched their fists and rubbed their palms, just like wild animals out of a cage. It seemed that Li Xiaogang was done for, even if his father was Li Dagang or Li Laogang, it wouldn't make a difference.

  I thought Li Xiaogang, as a rich second generation, was just a bit brain-damaged and acted recklessly, but it wouldn't end up like this. It seems that the kid's insult to my ancestors' appearance earlier has not been forgotten by them, deeply rooted in their hearts. Truly, too many words lead to trouble, speaking too much will surely bring losses!

  Ancestors looked at the four ghostly soldiers kneeling in front of them: "What are you still doing here, get out! What's with the kneeling? Are you trying to ruin my mood?"

  Those four ghostly soldiers quickly got up and ran away in a cloud of smoke, without leaving behind even a single hair.

  "Why is our ancestor so angry?" I wondered at our ancestor's scowling face.

  "These Raksha city guards are under the jurisdiction of the King of Ghosts. That dog-headed one, relying on his kinship with the King of Ghosts, became a small team leader and is arrogant and domineering, bullying ordinary Yin messengers and ghost citizens all day long. Do you still remember that donkey-mouthed guy that Ox-Head Horse-Face mentioned last time? After being demoted, this group of bastards made him haul goods and grind flour every day. Last time I saw Donkey-Mouth, he was exhausted!"

  Listening to the ancestors, I also said with hatred, I hate this group of things that bully the soft and fear the hard. After becoming a ghost, I will eat these four kinds of beasts every day, eating them until they become extinct.

  The ancestors glared at me with their eyes wide open: "The Yangtze River's waves crash against each other, the blue comes from the blue and surpasses the blue, Cui Ming, you little scoundrel are still ruthless!"

  I'm a bit embarrassed by the praise of my ancestors, I feel like my face is red with shame.

  The good mood for chatting was ruined by this group of rascals.

  "Ah, Cui Ming, it's been ages since I've had a good time setting up the Dragon Gate Formation. Every day, facing those gloomy ghosts and reading souls, I almost forgot that this mouth was originally for speaking, not eating. Speaking is so comfortable for my tongue! Today, I finally got to indulge in it thoroughly. After talking for so long, I'm parched."

  I found my ancestors on the side of Naihe Bridge, and I immediately understood what they meant. I quickly shook my head and said that I was not thirsty at all, but a mouthful of saliva almost spilled out. To prove that I had enough water at this moment, I made a great effort to spit out a big mouthful of saliva. The loss of this water really broke my heart. Since arriving in the underworld, I haven't drunk a single drop of water or eaten a single grain of rice. Adding to that the cold wind blowing, I was indeed suffering from hunger and thirst.

  The result was that my ancestors completely ignored my acting skills, and instead gazed at the distant Old Master Meng, secretly sending him flirtatious glances. That one sentence, "Ah Meng", which was full of twists and turns, almost made me stumble and fall to the ground, feeling numb all over, as if I had been electrocuted by a live wire.

  Meng Po turned around, pointing at the sign on her chest, with an expression of "I hate you, you're evil, die" and I finally couldn't hold it in, falling to the ground. This rhythm of flirting and scolding, even if I'm a seasoned person, got me drunk and unconscious.

  The ancestors' head didn't turn around, and in the midst of busyness, he stole a moment to say: "This road to breaking the curse is a matter of physical strength plus brain power, and physical strength is even more important. Once you return to the world above, be sure to supplement yourself well, with calcium, iron, zinc, and the whole set. This body looks like it's still in good condition, how did it become so weak?"

  I sighed inwardly and had no intention of explaining.

  Right then, I saw this charming old midwife, Meng Po, holding two bowls of soup and gesturing to us. In an instant, she arrived with such elegance and poise that our ancestors' eyes widened in surprise. It's no wonder they doubted what our ancestor told me earlier about Meng Po secretly having a crush on him when he was young - it turns out he was the one who wasn't being proper towards her!

  To say this soup is really fragrant, but to say its name is always frightening.

  Meng Po's reputation, few people in the world know, only a few people are aware of it. The "Yu Li Zhong Bao Chuan - Yu Li's Origin" records this matter: Meng Po was born in the Former Han Dynasty, studied Confucian classics as a child, and recited Buddhist scriptures as an adult. He never thought about past events or worried about future ones, only advising people to abstain from killing and eating vegetarian food. At the age of 81, he took office as a civil servant in the underworld.

  If I had drunk that bowl of soup from Meng Po, I would have immediately forgotten who I was. After entering the underworld, my IQ was scared to death by more than half, but the remaining ones wouldn't let me do such a foolish thing.

  Even from a distance, my nose was conquered by the fragrance of this soup. It's truly refreshing to take a sniff, and the aroma is overwhelming. I completely ignored the thirst in my throat and stomach, and made up my mind not to drink it, no matter what.

  I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at Meng Po's charmingly raised orchid finger, swaying in T-shaped steps, and floating over with a seductive gait. Such a vivid and lifelike scene made my ancestors' mouths water profusely, and no matter how I looked at it, it wasn't thirst but hunger that was evident.

  That's the advantage of being a nun, with more men than women, it's naturally very popular.

  The ancestors touched Meng Po's old hand, then smiled and took over two bowls of soup. I thought that the fruits in this hell were all grown on corpses, and who knows what kind of stuff was simmered to make this soup. Even if I'm dying from vomiting too much and starving to death, my rationality and physiology still have the upper hand.

  Physiological perception is obviously less important than life itself. Even if I'm not good at liberal arts and mathematics, this account can still be calculated clearly.

  The old midwife smiled at me, nodded, then pointed to the sign on my chest with her orchid finger, smiled and floated away.

  Continue to the side of Naihe Bridge and enter working status. By the way, on Meng Po's chest plate, it was written: "Please do not talk to staff during work hours" The supervisory phone number I didn't see clearly, it seemed like a lot of 4s, in short, a dense string of numbers.

  Looking at Meng Po, Zu Zong took out his own Apple-Pear 20 and smiled at Meng Po while shaking it, this gesture should mean "let's have a phone call".

  Ancestors were slurping and sucking the soup, while pounding their mouths with the soup, humming and hawing, looking extremely satisfied, with a look of being in ecstasy.

  Looking at the bowl of Wonton soup, his ancestor was excited and muttered to himself: "The soup is the accumulation of our great Chinese history, a bowl of soup water contains a profound food culture history, the history of the soup can be traced back to 8000 years ago. I'm not drinking the taste, nor the loneliness, but the historical culture!" After finishing the soup, his ancestor felt a sense of melancholy, what a sentimental tough guy!

  "I'm just fond of this taste, I've been drinking it for many years and still can't get enough. This little Meng's craftsmanship is unmatched in the three realms, do you know why those ghosts cry and wail before drinking Meng Po's soup? Let me tell you, it's because this soup is really too delicious, a once-in-a-lifetime treat that can't be had again, it's regrettable!"

  The ancestors' words made me electrified, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, buzzing all over my body, obviously a perfectly cooked rhythm, staring at it would make me dizzy.

  Looking at the ancestor's expression, it seemed to be tempting me to try some too, as if I would take great advantage of it. Those eyes were simply charming beyond measure. Today, I finally opened my eyes and realized that the reason why those ghosts cried in front of Meng Po's soup was actually this - it seems that capturing a man's stomach can not only capture his heart but also easily win over a ghost's heart.

  Looking at this bowl of fragrant Meng Po soup, even though my throat is on fire right now, I still have the determination to not drink it even if I die. As a liberal arts student, I understand the principle of drinking poison to quench thirst. So I shifted my attention and gazed at the corner of my ancestors' mouths, and came up with an inspiring idea of "gazing at plums to quench thirst".