No mortal can remember the story of the Mind Realm.

Fu Yang has made a bloody investment.

A person's memory may be difficult to modify, but combined with the formation in the illusion, erasing such an illusory existence from the memory of a mortal is not difficult for a monk like Fu Yang to do.

No matter how much Kyushu and the four seas promote the equality of monks and people, but the monks are gifted by heaven and earth and have spiritual power, starting from this point alone, the so-called equality, the initiative is only in the hands of the monks.

Many years ago, it may have been restrained by the imperial court and the various factions of the immortal sect, but now, the imperial court has long been extinct for an unknown number of years, and the inequality between monks and mortals has existed in all aspects since ancient times.

But Fu Yang's approach is beyond reproach.

For his own sake, he was unwilling to let the people of Dusk Cloud City know the secrets of hundreds of years ago; Yu Gong, these people have been hopelessly circulating several times in this story of love between humans and demons, and it is not a good thing to lose this memory.

"In this way—" Song Lin stuffed the two buns in his hand back into Shu He's hand, looked at the dim alley and said softly, "Miss Mu should also go home, and it can be regarded as living up to her trust." ”

The demons in her heart have been extinguished, the illusion has disappeared, and Mu Lingling and the other people have gone home.

Shu Nong looked back at the back of him, this alley had been restored to its original state, but it was just ordinary in Dusk Cloud City, and occasionally there might be an alley where there was a tryst with lovers.

Who would have thought?

The entanglement of hundreds of years ago will affect people a hundred years later.

Shu Nong and the others returned to the City Lord's Mansion.

Fu Yang suicidally broke his demons, and his body was inevitably damaged, and now he is still in a coma, carefully watched by Steward Gong.

The old city lord Fu almost knelt down again.

Shu He stepped forward and held the person up.

Shu Nong tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Why bother." ”

Even though Heavenly Dao had the intention to leave this matter to Yan Chang'an as his experience, he intentionally or unintentionally did not let the monks who traveled to Twilight Cloud City discover this entanglement many years ago.

Fu Lao City Lord is one of the few people who can resolve this matter before Yan Chang'an.

There are thousands of opportunities to experience in the world, without Fu Yang's heart and magic realm, there are still many trials waiting for Yan Chang'an to break through, but Fu Yang's affairs can wait for Yan Chang'an to come, and Fu Lao's city lord undoubtedly played a big role.

He is one of the insiders, and in the past few hundred years, he has clearly had countless opportunities to enter Fu Yang's illusion.

When Song Lin asked about this matter in a warm voice, the old city lord Fu sighed in a low voice, knelt down regardless of it, seemed to be extremely guilty, and covered his face with his robe: "I ......"

He was old, and even though the monk lived a long life, gray hairs grew in his hair.

Also.

In other words, none of them would have much energy to tidy up their skins in such a situation.

The people present are all monks with teachers, and in the courses they have studied since childhood, words such as "filial piety" and "family" are indispensable, and they can naturally understand his unfinished meaning.

Fu Ying is his own daughter, and Fu Yang is also his grandson.

He couldn't be ruthless against Yang, and he couldn't kill Fu Ying.

"The fairy has mercy on the world, and must be able to-"

"I have no mercy." Shu Nong interrupted him, and continued under his stunned gaze, "I don't have mercy on the world, and naturally I don't pity your situation. ”

"But—"

"Love the common people, be able to love everyone equally, and be able to understand everyone's feelings." She whispered, "These are all things that you yourselves will put on me when I die. ”

"You cry when you want to cry, you laugh when you want to laugh, each in your own sorrow, each in your own joy—" she laughed, "why do you think that I alone can understand the feelings of so many of you?" ”

Old City Lord Fu tilted his head slightly and looked up at her.

"So, I don't think you're pitiful." Shu Nong said, pinching his fingers, and the surging spiritual power directly pounced on the old city lord Fu, knocking him into the air.

"Years old—"

"Shu—"

A few people behind her didn't have time to stop her.

Shu Nong stepped forward a few steps, looked at the old city lord Fu condescendingly, and suppressed the irritability between his eyebrows: "I think you hate it very much, your family hates it very much." (End of chapter)