Meng Po Lu An, the best debater in the underworld, has been very anxious recently. However, the old ghost named Shen Ji at the bridge has been standing for almost a thousand years, causing his KPI to be at the bottom every year. When the flowers on the other side bloom this year, that guy's soul will almost fade into an ink painting - no more than the bridge, and it won't be long before his soul is gone.
Lu An said with a venomous tongue: "Young master, who are you waiting for? Are you waiting for the tortoise raised at home to come down and take care of you in old age, or are you waiting to inherit my position? It's been a thousand years! It's been a thousand years! You've wasted more than 900 bowls of soup!!!" But he was so panicked in his heart. He went to his immediate boss, Meng Yuan, the King of Hell, who was afraid of ghosts, for help, but he was beaten back by the words "You are responsible for your karma."
He didn't know how many times he went to discuss with Hei Wuchang, could he really not tie up this man and pour soup into him?
But I don't have much time, Lu An muttered to himself.
This time, standing at the end of the River of Forgetfulness, would he still drink the bowl of soup he was handed?
Intention: Real remembering is not remembered in memory, but even the soul has an instinct.