Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

"You...who are you?"

Xiaomei realized that the person in front of her was unusual and looked at Chengfeng in surprise.

Cheng Feng said in a deep voice: "Xiao Mei, listen to me carefully. I am the God of Qingcheng Mountain who governs this area of several hundred miles. You, a little ghost, dare to disrespect me. You are really bold!"

"You...you are the mountain god?" Xiaomei was shocked.

"That's right! Otherwise how would I know everything about you!" Chengfeng nodded.

Xiaomei did not doubt Chengfeng's words. She fell to her knees with a plop, crying.

"Lord Mountain God! Since you know my grievances, please help me!"

Chengfeng gently helped Xiaomei up and nodded.

"I have heard of your grievances. The magistrate of Wenchuan County and that evil woman have received the punishment they deserve, and they will never be able to redeem themselves in this world."

"You should let go of your obsession and return to reincarnation to be liberated."

"Otherwise, if you escape from the underworld and disturb the human world, once you are caught, you will be tortured by frying and skinning."

Xiaomei's eyes were filled with tears and her voice was choked with sobs: "Mountain God, I am unwilling to give up. I just want to see my child who I have never met again..."

Cheng Feng looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Mei, everything in the world has its destiny."

"Your children will have their own destiny. If you continue to stay in the human world, you will only increase your karma and eventually harm yourself."

Xiaomei was still unwilling to give up, tears streaming down her face: "It was fate that made me suffer. I didn't want these two children to be born, but I wanted to see if they were doing well."

"Good or bad, it's their own destiny. This place no longer belongs to you. Don't be stubborn and don't blame me for being ruthless."

After saying this, Chengfeng revealed his true form as the mountain god, his majesty inviolable.

Seeing this, Xiaomei had a complicated expression. She finally sighed and accepted the reality helplessly.

"In that case, I will obey the order of the mountain god. However, I came here for another matter. I want to find Li."

Cheng Feng frowned, "Why are you looking for Li?"

Xiaomei said, "I came here this time to bring a message to Li on behalf of Uncle Zheng Yong."

At this time, Li's mood was a little uneasy and complicated. She was afraid of Xiaomei's resurrection, and was shocked by Chengfeng's identity as the mountain god.

However, seeing that Xiaomei had no ill intentions and that the mountain god was here, he felt a little relieved.

She mustered up her courage and stepped forward: "I am Li. I wonder if my Zheng Yong has any last words that I need you to convey to me, young lady?"

Xiaomei looked at Li, a hint of gratitude flashing in her eyes.

"Aunt, Uncle Zheng Yong helped me escape Mengpo soup on the Naihe Bridge."

"I came here to thank him for his kindness. And to tell you that although the uncle has passed away, his good deeds are remembered in my heart."

The reason why Xiaomei possessed Deng Yong was due to an unexpected encounter on the Naihe Bridge.

On the dark road to the underworld, Xiaomei is like a fallen leaf, drifting with the wind on this endless shore of the dead.

She knew that her life had come to an end, and looking back on the little things in her life, all the joys and sorrows, seemed to be happening again just like yesterday.

The gray hair of her parents and the unknown future of her children flashed through her mind, and tears fell involuntarily.

That was her attachment to the living and her helplessness towards unfulfilled love and responsibility.

Looking at the ancient bridge not far away, she wandered on the Yellow Springs Road for a long time.

She knew there was an old woman on the bridge.

The old woman will give her a bowl of steaming hot soup, which will make her forget all the past.

She doesn't want to forget the past because she still has too many ties and concerns.

However, even after hesitating for a long time, she still stepped onto the bridge unknowingly.

Flowing under the bridge is a blood-red river with turbulent waves, as if telling the sorrow of countless dead souls.

Suddenly, countless skeletons emerged from the river. They struggled, roared, and stretched out their ferocious arms towards her.

She was so terrified that she lost her balance and almost fell into the abyss.

A gray-haired old man came to her aid in time and steadied her body.

The old man called himself Zheng Yong and was from Jianggezhuang, Guan County.

She confided to him her tragic fate and her reluctance to leave the poor child.

She didn't want to reincarnate because of the heavy concern in her heart.

In front, an expressionless old woman stood quietly, holding bowls of steaming soup in her hands.

That is Meng Po soup, a magical thing that is said to be able to make people forget their past.

She hesitated, her steps coming to a halt.

Zheng Yong looked at this ill-fated woman and felt deep pity for her, thinking of how similar his daughter was to her.

The deep fatherly love made him love the whole family and decide to lend a helping hand.

He asked Xiaomei to wait on the bridge while he walked towards Meng Po, knelt down and pleaded: "My daughter has difficulty walking and is in pain on the bridge. I came to get soup for her, hoping that she can forget the pain."

Meng Po still had no expression on her face. She handed him two bowls of soup and said coldly.

"Once you have taken the soup, you must not throw it away, otherwise you will be punished by being boiled in a frying pan."

After returning to Xiaomei, Zheng Yong explained some things to her, and then resolutely drank the two bowls of hot soup...

Listening to Xiaomei's whispers, Chengfeng stood in place, with thousands of thoughts surging in his mind, and for a moment, he fell into deep thought.

"Aunt, Uncle Zheng Yong asked me to tell you that he has gone on a long journey. I hope you can take good care of Xiaoyun."

"Uncle emphasized that there is something strange about Cuiyue Lake. Xiaoyun should never be allowed to set foot in that dangerous place again."

Upon hearing this, Li frowned, his eyes full of confusion and anxiety: "Why? What ominous thing is there in the lake?"

Xiaomei looked around and lowered her voice after confirming that there was no one around.

"Uncle Zheng Yong said that Cuiyue Lake was shrouded in evil spirits, and Xiaoyun suffered misfortune there and lost her innocence."

"You...what did you say? Xiaoyun has lost her innocence?"

Li cried out excitedly, "This...what's going on? What happened? Why didn't Zheng Yong tell me this earlier?"

Xiaomei recalled Zheng Yong's words and narrated slowly: "That day, you went to wash clothes, and Xiaoyun went to Cuiyue Lake alone to pick mushrooms."

"Uncle Zheng Yong was chopping wood at home. Halfway through, he found that Xiaoyun had forgotten to bring her cloth bag, so he picked up the bag and chased after her."

"When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw Xiaoyun with her upper body naked, holding a fluorescent bead in her hand."

"The uncle stopped her and asked about the situation, but Xiaoyun was already unconscious and just smiled foolishly. The uncle was extremely worried and could only take her home first."

"After returning home, Xiaoyun's condition became worse. No matter how the uncle asked, she just smiled foolishly."

"Not long after, the uncle noticed that Xiaoyun was pregnant. This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for him."

"He didn't dare tell you about this, fearing that you wouldn't be able to bear the blow. So he bought abortion herbs in private and quietly ended this tragedy."

When Xiaomei finished speaking, Chengfeng's eyes flashed with sharpness, "Where is the bead now?"

Xiaomei responded: "Uncle Zheng Yong said that he put the beads in a small wooden box and buried it under the grape vines in the yard, just in case. But he left in a hurry and didn't have time to tell Auntie."