Chapter 446: 446

After listening to Fahai's words, Sanqi couldn't help but brighten up and said happily, "master, do you know how to make Mengpo soup?"

"A little bit."

Fahai nodded.

"Master, please come in."

Sanqi invited Fahai into Mengpo village.

When Fahai entered Mengpo village, his legs were immediately hugged by the ghost. The ghost had a runny nose and a tear. It was sad to cry.

"Master, please help us. This Mengpo soup is too bad to drink. It's deadly."

Sanqi had a long whip in his hand, which was drawn on the soul of the dead. "What do you say about the Mengpo soup I made?"

"Master, help me."

The dead howled miserably.

The corners of Fahai's mouth were slightly pulled. It seems that he underestimated the power of Mengpo soup made by Sanqi, and even made the spirits of the dead so scared.

Sanqi rudely pulled away the spirits of the dead and said to Fahai with a smile: "master, I'm sorry, these spirits are cheap."

"Mengpo, if you torture us again, we will be punished."

The ghost points to Sanqi in horror.

Sanchi snorted, "it's you who suffer for yourself. You can leave after drinking Mengpo soup. Who told you not to drink?"

"Is your Mengpo Soup for people?"

"Are you human?"

"Master, listen to Mengpo. She doesn't treat us as human beings."

The dead began to cry out to Fahai about the crime of Sanqi.

Sanchi threatened: "go away quickly, don't disturb the master. If you don't obey me, don't blame me for being rude."

Say, three seven eyes flash fierce color, in the hand long whip tiger life power.

The whole Mengpo village was in a mess.

"Amitabha!"

Fahai recites the Buddha's name, and the light of the Buddha diffuses. In a moment, the noisy Mengpo village becomes quiet.

The ghost Messenger, who looks like a statue guarding the soul of the dead, looks at Fahai.

These ghost messengers only come and go between Mengpo village and Guimen pass, and are responsible for escorting the dead to Mengpo village. Therefore, the news is very closed, and we do not know Fahai.

Sanqi looked at the eyes of Fahai, twinkling with small stars, "what a powerful mana, this master should be the eminent monk in the world."

Fahai's eyes swept over the frightened soul and said slowly, "when I come to Mengpo village, I will help her cook Mengpo soup. You can wait in Mengpo village."

When Sanqi heard Fahai's words, he shook his head. "Master, it's no good. There are countless souls who come to Mengpo village every day. If they all wait in Mengpo village, Mengpo village will be in chaos."

"With poor monks, Mengpo village can't be in chaos."

Fahai said with a smile.

Seeing Hisense's swearing appearance, Sanqi could not help asking, "master, do you dare to ask what treasure temple you come from in the world?"

"Poor monk Jinshan Temple Fahai."

As soon as the words came out, the ghost soldiers and ghosts in Mengpo village were all in the same place.

For a long time, a ghost messenger shocked and said, "are you a Bodhisattva of great power and great virtue?"

Fahai nodded with a smile.

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there was a sound of air-conditioning in Mengpo village.

They have heard of the Dharma name of Bodhisattva Da Wei Da De, but have not seen the true face of Dharma sea.

Now see Fahai admit, how not shocked.

At this time, 37 flustered to open the distance between and Fahai, eyes with uneasiness.

"Why is Meng Po so

Although there is a guess in Fahai's heart, he still asks.

Sanqi said cautiously: "Aung said that only arhat's blood can kill Mengpo. Since the master is a Bodhisattva, his magic power must be higher than arhat. I'm afraid."

"How can I do something to Mengpo for no reason?"

Fahai shook his head.

Panax notoginseng put down his guard and asked in a low voice, "Bodhisattva, how can you help me make Mengpo soup?"

"Meng Po, how is Meng Po soup made?"

Fahai asked with a smile.

Sanchi laughed, "is Bodhisattva testing me?"

With that, she told me the recipe of Mengpo soup. Then, with a bitter smile, she said, "Mengpo Decoction needs eight tears as a medicine guide, and it is made with yellow spring water. I collected seven kinds of tears, including raw tears, old tears and bitter tears. Only sad tears don't know where they come from. There is no way to change the taste of Mengpo soup without the last taste of sad tears

"Does Bodhisattva know how to collect sad tears?"

Fahai looked at Sanqi and said, "Mengpo, the last medicine to boil Mengpo soup will cause sad tears. You still don't know the origin, so as not to fall into the endless sea of bitterness."

Sanchi was stunned, "Bodhisattva, you can't make Mengpo soup without tears."

Fahai didn't answer Sanqi's words, but walked to the big tripod with the smell. The Yin Fire under the cauldron was burning, and the Mengpo soup in the cauldron was bubbling. Sanqi follows Fahai. She wants to know how Fahai will help her make Mengpo soup. Because her granny said, without eight tears as a medicine, it is impossible to boil out the real Mengpo soup."Sanqi, can I have a taste of Mengpo soup?"

Sanqi was thinking about the problem when he heard Fahai's words and quickly waved his hand, "Bodhisattva, the Mengpo soup I made doesn't even want to drink ghosts."

"No harm."

Sanqi looked at him, then took a porcelain bowl to ladle Mengpo Soup for Fahai.

Mengpo soup is as clear as water, but it has a bad smell.

Fahai took Mengpo soup and drank it all, bitter and astringent into the throat, as if drinking magma.

The sufferings of all living beings seem to be among them.

Fahai closed his eyes for a moment, then opened his eyes and said with a smile: "this Mengpo soup is really difficult to get into the throat."

Three seven embarrassed smile.

Fahai recalled the recipe of Mengpo soup. The eight tears of Mengpo soup are: a drop of raw tears, two Qian's tears, three bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inch Acacia tears, six cups of sick tears, seven feet parting tears. The eighth flavor is a Mengpo's sad tears. Mengpo soup eight tears as a guide, to its bitter, keep its sweet Fang, so suffering life, just boil into a pot of good soup.

The essence of Panax notoginseng is deficient, so it is impossible to collect sad tears.

Sanqi blinked, "Bodhisattva, tell me how to make delicious Mengpo soup."

"Poor monk's blood is the last medicine. Only by melting poor monk's Buddha's blood can we make a pot of good soup."

With that, Fahai forces out a drop of Buddha's blood. In a moment, the Buddha's light covers the whole Mengpo village, and diffuses to the 800 Li yellow spring.

The yellow spring billows, and soon subsides, even the whimpering wind has disappeared.

In the underworld and the underworld, Sanskrit chants resound.

The souls of the whole underworld became calm and peaceful when they heard the soul shaking Buddha song.

The reason why Fahai came to Mengpo village to help Mengpo cook Mengpo soup is actually to repay the teachings of the Bodhisattva. For him, the Bodhisattva of the king of Tibet resolutely stands opposite the Buddhas of Lingshan mountain. He can't enjoy the protection of the Bodhisattva of the king of Tibet all the time. What should he do for the Bodhisattva of the king of Tibet.

His Buddhist blood contains his Dharma, which is melted into the Mengpo soup. It can make the dead who drink the Mengpo soup feel his Dharma, and also indirectly help the king of Tibet Bodhisattva to fulfill his grand wish.

When the Buddha's blood bounced into the cauldron, the Mengpo soup was boiling even more fiercely. The original clear water was covered with a trace of golden awn, and the smell of the Mengpo soup seemed to become fragrant and attractive.

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