Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1565 I can only let her into the mortal world!

What she didn't know was that after she left, Xuan Yuan asked Pluto softly: "Father, Ling'er's eternal calamity has come, why don't you return her memory?"

Pluto frowned slightly, and sighed softly: "She is not only my daughter, but also the high priest of the gods, who is in charge of the fortune of the world, accidentally entered the Western Brahma Realm, and had a relationship with Venerable Qi Brahma, but how could she Don’t you know the four characters of gods and Buddhas? "

"She would rather have fallen into the River of Forgetfulness for 300 years, day and night, bitten by insects and ants, burned her heart, suffered all kinds of suffering, and refused to give up. I can only let her fall into the mortal world!"

Pluto is also helpless.

If she returns all the memories of Fo Ling now, then she will definitely not be willing to come back, but chooses to make the wrong mistake, and spend this life with Jin Tingxiao in the mortal world like this.

In fact, the way of heaven can't help the fate of the Buddha.

She walked out those roads in the lower realm by herself, but in the last life, she could not be happy with Jin Tingxiao in the first life.

When she descended to the mortal world, Heavenly Dao had told her that she would die a miserable life.

But if the memory is returned to Fu Yuejun, then she will not return after killing Abe Hideo.

There are still two seals on Fu Yuejun's body, but as long as the memory returns in an instant after killing Abe Hideo, she must go back.

In this life, it is the same.

Pluto is Fo Ling's father, how could he be willing to see his daughter endlessly entangle with someone who would never be possible?
And the Buddha Spirit had already stayed in the Wangchuan River for 300 years before going through the catastrophe in the lower realm. If it wasn't for the forced helplessness of the Dao of Heaven, how could he agree to the request of the Buddha Spirit?

In the past, within a hundred miles of Huangquan, there was only Po Meng, a ghost fairy.

Meng Po sticks to Huangquan and sends a bowl of Meng Po soup to those who died in the Three Realms, so that they can forget the past and go to reincarnation.

At that time, Chuanhe was not forgotten either.

When people die, all they have is a bowl of Po Meng's soup.

Later, a demon fell in love with Po Meng, which brought romance to Huangquan.

Po Meng was moved.

But Meng Po can't be emotional either.

Meng Po insisted on being with the demon with her passion, but Pluto couldn't persuade her, so she had to hide it for her, but who would have thought that the demon would betray Meng Po.

Po Meng was heartbroken, and her tears merged into the Wangchuan River.

Later, Po Meng lived alone in this underworld.

Thousands of years.

And the Wangchuan River, which contains Meng Po's despair, can corrode the soul, wear down the will, and become eternally silent.

The dead souls who jumped in could no longer remember their original obsessions. They drifted in the river, watching batch after batch of ghosts walk across the Naihe Bridge, and watching their former lovers drink Mengpo soup and reincarnate.

As for myself, I will never leave the River of Forgetfulness, and my final destination is the bones sleeping at the bottom of the river.

Soul flies away.

In the prehistoric universe, there is no trace of it.

Fo Ling was not the first person to jump in, but she endured the heart-piercing corrosion and the soul-destroying pain.

In the end, there was a compromise from heaven.

Xuan Yuan's brows were silent, and his tone was cold: "Since her heart has been tempered in the Bodhi Dharma, and she is still emotional in the end, it means that this is destined."

"It's fate."

It was rare for Pluto to refute. He nodded with a smile, and said meaningfully: "The word love is not only destined for Linger, but also for that person."

When Qi Fan's reincarnated body, Monk Chen, passed away, his soul came to the underworld and refused to be reincarnated.

He waited for a hundred years in front of Naihe Bridge.

Did not wait until the bright moon.

(End of this chapter)