The sun rises and the moon falls, the flowers open and the flowers fade. All the creatures in the world can't avoid the reincarnation of life and death. After people die, they will go down to the underworld. Even other non-human creatures will turn into human beings, step into the ghost gate, and go to the underworld on the way of the yellow spring. Between the Yellow Spring Road and the underworld, there is a river of forgetting river. The river of forgetting river is red with blood. It is full of ghosts who cannot be reincarnated.
beside the turbulent River, there are some blood red flowers. The petals are long and thin like needles, and there are no leaves. The place where the flowers are blooming is called the other bank. There is always a bamboo tower on the other bank for thousands of years, where lives a mysterious man named "Mr. forgetchuan". No one knows whether he is a monster or a God. People who have seen him say that he is wearing white gauze and has long hair with a hair band It's very beautiful. It has distinct features. The souls of the underworld call him a ghost doctor, because he specializes in treating ghosts. No matter what kind of miscellaneous diseases come to him, they can recover. But he has a rule that visitors have to swim from the river to the other bank. You should know that the river has a strong poison that can corrode the soul. In this way, even if you are not ill, you will lose half of your life, so you seldom see his soul.
the time under the underworld is almost day and night. There is no so-called night or day. The time is like a river. Snow fox sits on the grass with his chin on his back. He looks at the ghosts on the other side of the river waiting to cross the bridge and sighs: "ah."
"what's the sigh? Sister Xuehu. " Parrot son did not know when appeared behind snow fox, red skirt mopping the ground, holding several blood colored flowers.
looking at the flowers in parrot's hands, snow fox asked casually, "Sir, do you want to cure the ghost again?"
"only half of the answer is correct, sir. This time, it's a boa constrictor to be treated." Parrot's mouth is tooting, her face is pink and tender. She seems to be only fifteen or six years old, but she has been on the other side for more than five hundred years.
when Xuehu heard this, he hurriedly urged: "are you still going? I've kept you waiting to see what you can do. "
"what's the hurry, sir? I can't finish the story for a while." Parrot son sat next to snow fox and leaned his head on snow fox's shoulder. After thinking about it, he asked, "sister snow fox, I've been thinking about it. Why do you like to listen to stories so much?"
"I need to ask Sir about this." Snow fox is older than parrot, and its body is more mature. Every frown and smile is full of charming atmosphere.
parrot murmured discontentedly and followed Mr. forgetchuan on the other side for hundreds of years. He didn't mention it or ask himself. What surprised her was that every soul who came to seek medical treatment should not only swim across the river, but also exchange his own personal things with his own life stories, otherwise Mr. forgetchuan would not be cured.
"sister Xuehu, have you told me your own story?"
"well." Snow fox nodded, stood up with a smile, turned around and was about to leave. Parrot saw it and ran after him, shouting: "sister snow fox, would you please tell me about it?"
"if you catch up with me, I'll let you know." Snow fox looks back and smiles. Its skin is as white as winter snow, and its lips are not red. The wind blows its hair. It's beautiful enough to make the man in the world fall for it.
seeing snow fox's flying skill, parrot refused to show weakness. She said in a delicate voice, "sister snow fox, you can't escape today!" Said, the body turned into a parrot, flying to the snow fox, a few blood flowers fell on the grass.
the sound of their frolic passed through the river. Meng Po couldn't help looking back and nodded with a smile. She continued to serve her soup, one bowl for one person, not slow or urgent. People who had drunk that bowl would forget all the past. The souls who hadn't drunk the soup for so many years were so few that they could count both hands. If those souls were not floating in the world, they would have fallen into it The river, snow fox and Yinger are the minority of the two. Because of the help of Mr. Wangchuan, they will stay on the other side forever.