It's sunny today, good for seeing ghosts.
I am that ghost, living under Po Meng's hands,
This time I came to the outside world because of a girl who didn't drink Meng Po soup.
I don't know what kind of deal she made with Po Meng.
The only thing I have to do is to ensure that other people's lives are not disturbed.
Spring in Baihe Mountain comes slowly.
The old tree outside the mountain gate sprouted new buds. I squatted on the stone steps and watched for half an hour.
Until the sound of footsteps came from behind.
The girl walked out of the morning mist, dressed in a green shirt, with an indescribable calmness between her brows.
She walked to the mountain gate, looked up at the plaque, and then knelt down.
I heard Master Whitebeard say:
"Your destiny in your previous life has been exhausted, and it will be useless to come back again."
The girl knelt very straight and her voice was not loud, but every word could be heard clearly:
"What if I say, I carry the memory of my previous life?" The mountain breeze suddenly fell silent for a moment.
"One soul lives two lives," she raised her head, with light in her eyes, "Can the leader give me a chance?"
Whitebeard frowned and thought for a long time, so long that I thought he was going to refuse.
"You can stay," he finally said, "but there is one condition - you are not allowed to go down the mountain."
"What if it falls?"
"Baihe Mountain is in danger."
The girl didn't ask any more questions, she leaned over and kowtowed:
"Disciple thanks Wu Peng and pays homage to the master."
Intention: One soul lives two lives, and never leaves its origin.