Dorothy spoke softly as if talking to herself. The one who had, in fact, said those words was Xienna.
Currently, she coexisted with Dorothy.
Dorothy knew about Mozartâs condition, so she answered, âHe really wants to walk the path of Buddhist
cultivation, but Buddhist cultivation doesnât necessarily mean that he will be a monk.â
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Xienna snorted. âIf so, he has to be a monk who doesnât follow Buddhist commandments. Such a
person will accomplish very little⦠How about this? Divorce him, and Iâll introduce you to a truly gifted
heir in the future. At least he will achieve Divine Monarch status in the future.â
Dorothy said, âNo need. I believe heâll go beyond Divine Monarch.â
âHmph! Narrow-minded!â
âArenât you more narrow-minded than me?â
The two souls in that body talked and communicated with each other. It was simply a replica of the
previous interaction between Carol and the demonic shadow.
At that moment, Mozart chanted a string of Buddhist hymns from Sakyamuni. He looked solemn with a
magnificent voice while presenting an artistic conception of the Buddha.
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âWhat is he going to do?â
âHis appearance reminds me of the last scene in An American Ghost Story 3â¦â
âTurning into the Buddha?â
The guests at Rockefeller Manor all looked into the sky, discussing and gossiping among themselves.
A lotus full of Buddhaâs wrath bloomed on Mozart. It slowly descended before enveloping the
skyscraper below.
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He was refining. He refined the bloody demonic shadows in the bodies of all the possessed people in
the skyscraper.
Xienna seemed a little shocked as she said, âIt appears your man can indeed achieve something on
the path of Buddhist cultivation.â
Mozart could at least use that method to destroy the scattered demonic shadows that were fleeing. On
the other hand, she could hardly do it with her current method unless she killed those innocent mortals.
Who would do something like that if it was unnecessary?
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Mozartâs method was also the safest.
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âMom? Are you my mom?â
A small figure ran over and hugged Dorothyâs calf.
It was the eldest among the quadruplets. He lifted his tiny head and opened his hopeful eyes, his dark
irises showing pure, unsullied innocence.
Dorothy froze. She felt a lump in her throat, and she almost shed tears.
After that, the other three children also came to embrace her. Some called her âMom,â while some
addressed her as âMommy.â One little guy even directly rolled on the ground and bawled after seeing
that there was no place for him to embrace herâ¦
The mother and the children were connected.
âMy⦠My children!â
Dorothy burst into tears.
The Buddhist song vanished three minutes later, and the lotus disappeared into thin air. The golden
light enveloping the skyscraper also wholly dissipated.
Mozart descended from the sky, went to Dorothyâs side, and looked at her tenderly. âDorothy, youâve
succeeded. Youâve finally gotten rid of that old witch and returned borne.â
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Dorothyâs expression froze.
However, Mozart directly held her face and kissed it.
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He finally kissed her. It was still that feeling of being in love.
Howeverâ¦
The next second.
Smack!
Mozart was slapped hard across the face. Dorothy knitted her shapely brows and scowled. âWho are
you calling an old witch?â
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