The Cult
Mèngpó has no temple of her own — and a goddess whose office is erasure could hardly leave one. The evidence of her cult is indirect: the great underworld precinct at Fēngdū on the Yangtze, China's 'capital of the dead,' where Ming-Qing builders set the Nàihé Bridge in stone amid the Míngshān temple mountain, and where pilgrims still cross it for luck; and the print-circulation of the Yùlì, the Jade Record morality tract, whose woodblock illustrations place her, ladle-last, among the ten courts. There she receives worship by location rather than by altar — a station in the infernal circuit every visitor walks. Household ritual is almost entirely absent from the record; her 'devotees' are tellers, painters, and opera singers who keep her station vivid. What is genuinely attested is late, popular, and southwest-Chinese in flavor: a folk stratum the canon never canonized, caught by storytellers rather than priests. An honest verdict: she is less worshipped than encountered — the last officer of the underworld every soul meets, and the one whose service no one prays to need.


