He and It

Liu Fuguang looked at him without speaking.

On the surface, he was commenting on the Holy Sect, but on the other hand, he was talking about himself.

Yan Huan's sarcastic smile gradually faded, and he slowly said: "This kind of person only takes himself too seriously, thinking that he is standing in the middle of the world, and even the sun, moon and stars have to revolve around him. Therefore, once you meet He will either survive the setbacks and storms smoothly or be completely destroyed, and there will be no other way to go."

Liu Fuguang didn't speak for a long time, and he said: "Yan Huan, tell me the truth, how did you punish him?"

Unexpectedly, he suddenly asked this question, and Yan Huan panicked for a moment. He knew that with Liu Fuguang's kind character, he might not agree with the way he dealt with pregnant women and babies. He couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, and his eyes dodge.

"What's wrong?" Liu Fuguang sighed slightly, "Tell me, you have done everything, and I can't do anything to you."

Yan Huan felt extremely guilty, and his breath could not help but tremble. The relationship between him and his lover finally saw the dawn of burying the hatchet. After tasting honey, how could he endure the bitterness again? Liu Fuguang didn't have to do anything. He just had to look coldly and stop talking to him. This would cause him more grief than being cut to pieces by a thousand cuts!

"I..." He was extremely hesitant, not knowing whether he should tell a nice lie to make his lover happy first.

At this time, Liu Fuguang whispered again: "Don't hide it from me."

These four words instantly broke Yan Huan's defenses.

I will fall into his hands for the rest of my life... Long Shen's heart changed, so he just said it!

So, he lowered his head and explained clearly one by one how he deceived the Holy Sect, how he robbed time, and how he used his wife and son to make him collapse. After he finished speaking, Liu Fuguang didn't say anything to judge. Yan Huan was so uneasy that all nine of his eyes were frozen in panic.

"...You didn't do the right thing," Liu Fuguang sighed after a while, "but I have nothing to blame you for."

Yan Huan opened his eyes wide, suspecting that he had heard wrongly and was hallucinating.

"His wife and children, especially his wife, have suffered greatly. It is indeed excessive for you to relieve them in this way," Liu Fuguang said seriously, "It's just that they have passed away for a long time... If this can be called the Holy Sect, If you vomit blood and collapse, end this reincarnation, then do it, I don’t blame you.”

He doesn't blame me!

Yan Huan was overjoyed, and felt a warmth sweeping through his whole body. He was flattered, his eyes were hot, and tears were about to well up.

"I, I thought that although the 'Holy Sect' was despicable, you would feel pity for him when he was vomiting blood and crying..." Dragon God said incoherently, "I thought you were going to blame me..."

Liu Fuguang shook his head: "Poor? What's so pitiful about him?"

He turned to Yan Huan, frowned and said: "Aren't the people of Li a pitiful people? Even if the reincarnation has good weather and a big harvest of farmland grains, how much tax revenue and daily expenses are there? They can barely make ends meet. Farmers wear stars and moons, digging in the soil for food; traders Going out early and coming back late, calculating for a few copper coins; actors in Lehu, beggars, fishermen, servants and cooks... These lowly positions in the world are even more difficult. On the other hand, he has the resources and power in the world, One meal is more than enough for an ordinary person for ten years, so what if you don't feel happy?"

"I pity him because he is narrow-minded and conceited, and willingly falls into reincarnation forever, becoming a silkworm in a cocoon." Liu Fuguang whispered, "But I also said that pity does not mean forgiveness."

Yan Huan grinned: "Then, I understand. What should we do next?"

Liu Fuguang shrugged his shoulders: "From now on, we will ignore him and concentrate on salvation."

Holding a jade pole and a green bell, holding the bright pearl on his head, Liu Fuguang walked in the territory of Wuping. He sang songs of homesickness, songs of returning home, the deep love for his homeland flowing in his blood, and the yearning for peace and freedom, sending the souls of ordinary people to the sky one after another. When people listened to such low singing, they shed tears unconsciously.

"Actually, I have long been homesick," the gray-haired mother-in-law, with tears in her eyes, confided intermittently to Liu Fuguang, "But no matter how I walked, I couldn't reach home, so I was anxious, extremely anxious... "

She held the old dog in her arms, which was also about to be unable to walk, and with tears streaming down her face, she listened to the entire ballad with peace of mind and satisfaction. Then she became a speck of light in the mountains and fields, and drifted along with her loyal companion in the wind. Above the moon and stars.

The process of soul-saving was very long. During this period, they went through two more cycles. It was not until Wu Ping's last soul returned to Qing Ming that he and Yan Huan stepped into the palace to visit Wu Ping's emperor again.

Although he had been mentally prepared, Liu Fuguang was still greatly surprised when he saw the current Shengzong.

When we first met, Shengzong was in his prime, so majestic, proud and high-spirited, he was truly a powerful king. Now when he saw her again, he only saw a pale and weak shadow, like a gloomy piece of paper, feebly attached to the glorious throne.

Liu Fuguang said: "Sheng Zong, we are here."

This was him, and he had no sense of pursuing victory. If he asked Yan Huan to speak, he would have to laugh loudly first, and then mock the Shengzong's embarrassed appearance. It would be weird if he didn't make the other party vomit three liters of blood.

"...The Supreme Good," Shengzong said feebly, "I should have thought...good and evil are one, and the person behind you is..."

His eyes were filled with bone-chilling fear, and he suddenly couldn't say the word "the most evil".

"Before sending you on your way, I still don't know something," Liu Fuguang asked calmly, "Even gods can't manipulate time like you do. How did you do it? You can actually create an endless cycle of reincarnation."

Shengzong looked at him. At this moment, he was worse than a bereaved dog, but he didn't know where the strength came from. As if he was looking back, he shouted sternly: "Time... time! Time is the most despicable prostitute, the most despicable pig and dog!" It makes people never catch up, never satisfied, and always, always spend their lives in regret..."

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