Meng Po was still dizzy, but seeing that black and white impermanence were so tense, she agreed to come down. When he waved with one hand, a bowl appeared on his hand. When he waved with the other hand again, it was full of steaming soup.

"girl, please come and drink this soup. It's love forgetting soup. As long as you drink it, you'll forget all the trivial things, and you won't be disturbed by the seven emotions and six desires, and you'll be reborn in peace." After Meng po said something, Zhou Yifang's ghost walked slowly.

I saw Zhou Yifang pick up the bowl in the hand of Meng...