Today's Bridge of Helplessness looked very different from before. It was bustling and bustling. At fir,glance,it did n' t seem to be much different from the usual way of crossing the bridge. However,upon closer inspection,there were still faint cries echoing across the bridge. Moreover,the black gas that represented dea,formed a thick layer near the bridge.
The Black-White Impermanence stood in the small hill at the end of the bridge like a toll collector on a highway. The other gho,guards were also in charge of maintaining order.
Grandma Meng's famous big copper pot had already been lifted out and placed at the bridge. A graceful woman who looked to be in her forties was pouring soup from the pot. The color of the soup was strange and light green,ju,like the color of the yin fire under
