She knew that Ling Jingyu was also someone who had been reborn.

It was just speculation before, but now it's finally confirmed.

He was the mysterious person she had forgotten.

"Master, I wish to recover my memories of him." Mo Yunzhao spoke very respectfully, unlike before.

The old monk looked at her, "No, this is..."

Mo Yunzhao raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently, "Old bald monk, do you want your temple burned down again?"

“That’s right, that’s the attitude I’m looking for. With your attitude, I can satisfy any need of you.” The old monk raised his hand to touch his bruised eye, wincing in pain.

Mo Yunzhao: "..."

It seems this old monk is a masochist.

"Come, let me take a look at you. Is your memory loss a divine punishment or something you did?"

Mo Yunzhao sat down on the steps at the entrance.

The old monk walked behind her and placed his hand above her head.

"Tell me about the people who came to see me every year in the past. If they were as domineering as Lord Mo, I would have spoken my mind long ago. But none of them dared to be like that. They were all very respectful and did whatever I said."

"Alas, this has really troubled this old monk."

“Lord Mo, don’t let my age fool you, I’m only thirty-five.”

Mo Yunzhao twitched the corner of his mouth. "Old monk, have you figured something out?"

Thirty-five?

Ninety-five is more like it.

The old monk extended his hand in front of her. "Has Lord Mo noticed something?"

The old man's hands had age spots, but his skin was not loose at all; it was firmer than that of an average person.

Mo Yunzhao silently took out a handful of silver notes and stuffed them directly into his hand, saying, "I'm a little short on cash."

The old monk readily accepted the silver and then withdrew his hand.

"I can see that. There's nothing I can do."

Mo Yunzhao readily took out another handful of silver notes.

The old monk reached out to take it.

Mo Yunzhao quickly withdrew his hand again. "You'll only get the money if you tell me."

The old monk raised his hand and touched his shiny head. "I really can't help you. Your memory is artificial. The part of your memory about him has been extracted and can never be restored."

"Is that so?" Mo Yunzhao pulled out more silver notes and waved them in front of him.

The old monk's eyes lit up, and he stroked his bald head again. "In my experience, this memory was extracted by the person who helped you defy fate. The memory is with him. If he's willing to give in, there's definitely a possibility of it being restored, that is..."

He stopped there.

Mo Yunzhao pulled out another handful of silver notes. "What is it?"

"He will suffer more divine punishment and have his lifespan shortened. Besides, it won't be a pleasant memory. Lord Mo, you should give up on it."

Mo Yunzhao lowered his eyes, and sensing that the old monk was about to snatch the silver notes, he immediately withdrew them.

"No, I need to remember."

The old monk helplessly spread his hands. "That would cost him his life. Besides, if you truly love him, it would be better if you didn't have that memory. Now that you don't remember it, you can better discern what kind of feelings you have for him."

Mo Yunzhao looked at him, "Isn't there any other way?"

The old monk stared intently at her silver notes, wincing in pain. "I have no way to help you, but if Mo Cheng can find my master, perhaps there will be a solution."

"I understand." Mo Yunzhao felt there was no need to ask any more questions.

Now, all she wants to do is see Ling Jingyu.