Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 1533 (One Thousand Five Hundred Thirty Three) Warm

Taoist Jingxi looked at the papers with words on them for a while with his back to Wu Xunsheng, then took out the piece of Liufang rock, held it up and looked at it, as if he had forgotten that Wu Xunsheng was standing behind him.

The Naliu Fangyan is spherical and translucent orange in color.

After Taoist Jingxi held it up and chanted some spells, it emitted a bright and warm light.

In an instant, on the top of the mountain, in the flying snow, Taoist Jingxi seemed to be holding a bright little sun.

The snow was reflected by the Liufang Rock and turned into the color of sunlight.

Taoist priest Jingxi chanted some more spells, and then lowered his raised hand. However, the Liu Fangyan that he had raised did not fall with his hand, but remained suspended in the air.

Taoist priest Jingxi looked up at Liufang Rock and blew a breath at it. Liufang Rock moved to a higher place, hanging in the distance, getting bigger and bigger, and emitting colorful light. At this time, Liufang Rock looked more like a sun. Originally, the local weather was gloomy and snowy, but now a large area seemed to be warmed by the sun.

At this moment, Wu Xunsheng actually felt that the heavy snow falling on his body was no longer cold, but warm and comfortable. Wu Xunsheng, who had been freezing cold when he climbed the mountain before, now felt that the wind blowing over him had also become warm.

The snow in the wind did not stop, and the snow on the ground became thicker and thicker, but Wu Xunsheng felt different.

Taoist Jingxi's gaze shifted from the Liufang Rock hanging in the sky to the pieces of paper in his hands. Seeing the warm "sunshine" shining on the papers, scenes of his time with Shan Xiajing emerged before his eyes.

After a while of watching and thinking, with tears streaming down his face, Taoist Jingxi placed the pieces of paper under the box that Wu Xunsheng handed to him, lifted the box with his left hand, and pointed his right palm towards the Liufang Rock hanging high in the sky. He pulled back, and the "sun" came closer to him. He then pinched the "sun" with his right thumb and the other four fingers, and the "sun" became smaller. At this time, he placed his right thumb on the bent little finger, and stretched out his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger. He pointed his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger at the "sun" in the sky, and then immediately pointed those three fingers at the box in his left hand, and began to chant a spell.

Soon, the "sun" returned to its original shape and entered the box.

Taoist priest Jingxi burst into tears, but he tried to prevent his tears from falling on the letters with words on them.

He put the box aside, carefully folded the papers with words on them, put them into the box, carefully closed the box, and then chanted the spell.

Soon, the box returned to the state it was in when Wu Xunsheng handed it to him and could not be opened.

After wiping the tears from his face, Taoist Jingxi did not turn around immediately. Instead, he carefully placed the box there, picked up his shakuhachi, and stood on the top of the mountain to play the song again that seemed to be telling of infinite pain.

After Taoist Jingxi put away the Liufangyan, Wu Xunsheng felt the biting cold wind and icy snowflakes again. However, Wu Xunsheng looked at Taoist Jingxi's back and listened to the music he played, and he seemed to forget the cold for a while.

(End of this chapter)