Chapter 735 Hopeless City (3)
An extremely soft and melodious voice, with a hint of coldness and loneliness, without any ripples in the voice.
The two children each said one sentence.
"I don't know what the origin is, but I can float directly across the nine heavens, cross the Poxu realm, and come to our Poxu cliff."
"The golden cauldron can't melt the remnant soul, so the ancestor needs to do it himself."
As he spoke, the hollow wooden door in front of him automatically opened in front of him. The room was empty except for a golden lotus platform. In front of the lotus platform was a small golden tripod, suspended in the mid-air.
Patriarch Fa Fo waved his sleeves, and the golden cauldron flew to the front of his eyes, slowly opening it, and a wisp of black residual soul slowly floated out from the blue smoke.
Because it was refined in the golden cauldron for a while, the aura of the remnant soul is now weaker than when it came. It is almost as thick as a hair. It is tremblingly wrapped in the refining aura of the golden cauldron. Desire disappears completely.
At this time, a hand as white as snow stretched out. The five fingers were long and perfect, and the white fingertips were almost transparent.
In the next second, the black remnant soul floated over automatically and hung in the palm of the ancestor Fa Fo.
The refining energy of the golden tripod disappeared in that palm, and the remaining soul lost its restraints and became a little more lively.
The two children standing behind the ancestor were watching, and suddenly they heard the ancestor say something cool.
"The Ten Thousand Character Scripture, copy it a thousand times by one person and give it to me in three days."
The two children looked puzzled. They had no idea what they had done wrong, and they were being punished by copying the scriptures a thousand times, and it was the Ten Thousand Character Classics with the largest number of words and the most complicated ones.
But who dares to disobey the ancestor's words? The two of them said dejectedly.
"Yes."
As you exit, the door closes. No one can disturb the ancestor while he is practicing cultivation. The two children are standing outside the door waiting. Copying the scriptures can only wait until the ancestor retreats again.
At this time in the palace, Patriarch Dharma Buddha was still holding the black remnant soul, without moving, walking lightly to the lotus platform, and sat cross-legged on the lotus platform with the remnant soul.
A ray of soft color seeped out from the ancestor's snow-white palm, wrapping the dying remnant soul. Soon, the originally wilted remnant soul became more lively like a fish in water, spinning around the palm, The size has also increased a lot.
Seeing that the remnant soul was intact, Patriarch Dharma Buddha turned his palms upward, folded his hands, and slowly closed his eyes.
The lotus platform began to rotate, and the golden light was infinite. Seeing this, the children outside the door knelt down to worship and chanted.
"Ancestor is in seclusion, don't disturb anyone else——"
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There is a dilapidated city at the end of Xuanhai Pass, known as the Hopeless City.
Ice and snow fall here all the year round, and the days when you can see the sun are few and far between. The icy snow makes the already dilapidated city even more miserable and desolate. Looking down from the wall of Xuanhai Pass, you can see the end of the wind and snow. That lifeless, hopeless city.
What is a hopeless city?
Just because the people living in this city are all exiles, including captives from foreign countries, criminals from their own country, and homeless people without borders, there is no hope here, and life seems to be frozen in the ice and snow. , even the child’s crying is much quieter than that of ordinary children.
People in Hopeless City are not allowed to leave three hundred meters north of Xuanhai Pass, that is, with the entire city as the center and one hundred meters outward, no one from Hopeless City is allowed to approach.
No one cares about life and death here, but there will be one night every year when supplies fall from the sky.
(End of chapter)