After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

All mortals don't remember the stories in the fantasy world.

Fu Yang spent all his money.

Human memory may be difficult to modify, but combined with the formation in the illusion, erasing such an illusory existence from the memory of mortals is not difficult for a monk like Fu Yang.

No matter how much Kyushu universally promotes that monks are equal to people, but monks are gifted by heaven and earth and have spiritual power. From this point alone, the so-called equality, the initiative is only in the hands of monks.

Many years ago, the imperial court and various sects of the immortal sect may have been in check, but now, the imperial court has disappeared for many years, and the inequality between monks and mortals has existed in all aspects since ancient times.

But Fu Yang's actions are beyond reproach.

Yu privately, he is unwilling to let the people of Muyun City know the secrets of hundreds of years ago; Not a good thing.

"In this way——" Song Lin stuffed the two buns back into Shu He's hands, looked at the dark alley and said softly, "Ms. Mu should also go home, and she has lived up to her promise."

The inner demon is gone, the illusion is gone, Mu Lingling and other common people have all returned home.

After Shu Nong looked back, the alley had returned to its original state, but it was an ordinary alley in Muyun City, where lovers might meet occasionally.

Who would have thought?
The entanglements of hundreds of years ago will also affect people a hundred years later.

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

Fu Yang committed suicide to get rid of his inner demons, his body was inevitably damaged, and he is still in a coma, under the careful care of Gong Butler.

The old city owner Fu almost knelt down again.

Shu He stepped forward to support him.

Shu Nong twitched the corner of his mouth: "Why is that so?"

Even though Tiandao intended to leave this matter to Yan Changan as his experience, intentionally or unintentionally, the monks who traveled to Muyun City did not discover this entanglement many years ago.

Old City Lord Fu is one of the few people who can resolve this matter before Yan Changan.

There are thousands of opportunities to practice in the world, without Fu Yang's demonic realm, there are still many trials waiting for Yan Chang'an to break through, but the matter of Fu Yang can wait until Yan Chang'an comes, the old city lord Fu undoubtedly played a big role .

He is one of the insiders. For hundreds of years, he obviously had countless opportunities to enter Fu Yang's illusion.

When Song Linwen asked about this matter, Old City Master Fu sighed, and knelt down without hesitation, as if he was extremely guilty, and covered his face with his robe: "I..."

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

Also.

If it were any of them, they wouldn't have much energy to sort out their skins under such circumstances.

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

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

He couldn't deal with Fu Yang ruthlessly, nor could he kill Fu Ying.

"Fairy is merciful to the world, so she must be able to—"

"I don't show mercy." Shu Nong interrupted him, and continued under his astonished gaze, "I don't show mercy to the world, and naturally I don't show mercy to your situation."

"Can--"

"Love the common people, be able to love everyone equally, and understand everyone's feelings." She said softly, "This is what you will add to me after I die."

"You cry when you want to cry, laugh when you want to laugh, each has his own difficulties, each has his own joys—" she said with a smile, "Why do you think I can understand the feelings of so many of you by myself?"

The old city owner Fu slightly raised his head and looked up at her.

"So, I don't think you are pitiful." As Shu Nong said, he pinched his fingers together, and the surging spiritual power directly rushed towards Old City Lord Fu, knocking him into the air.

"Sui Sui—"

"Shu—"

The few people behind her had no time to stop her.

Shu Nong stepped forward a few steps, looked down at the old city master Fu, suppressed the irritability between his brows: "I think you are extremely annoying, and your family is extremely annoying." (End of this chapter)