Chapter 2976 (Two Thousand Nine Hundred and Seventy-Six) Strange Cause
After waiting for a while, when Li Pingrun was sure that more than half of the incense had burned to the level that the master had told him, he opened the autumn light box.
The inside of the lid of the Qiu Mang Box is made of copper, very bright copper, like a mirror.
When he just saw the "mirror" with his peripheral vision, his heart trembled. Suddenly, he thought of the copper square plate he saw in the underground space before, and then thought of his sister Li Gengmi's. A dead face.
Li Pingrun was so frightened that he closed the Qiu Mang Box. He looked at the incense stick anxiously and saw that each incense stick was standing upright. At this time, he could not even remember which stick he had straightened before. Yes.
He glanced at the lid of the Qiu Mang Box and wanted to open it immediately. However, he was still worried and moved his eyes to the incense again. He thought: Is it that one? It doesn't look like it. Or, is it that one? It doesn't look like either. The incense stick has always been there, and I straightened the crooked one just now. Why can't I remember which incense stick was the crooked one now? Is it because I didn't pay attention to remember it just now, or is there something wrong with my memory, or is it difficult to point out exactly which one was crooked just now when I change the position? Is it because the passage of time and the change of position will make people forget the original "crooked"? What about me? I have taken the wrong path. If I take another path, is it possible that, like that incense stick, I will no longer be the same person who once took the wrong path after a long time?
Thinking of this, Li Pingrun looked at the lid of the Qiu Mang box again, and gave himself the answer in his heart: It's useless. That fragrance is still fragrance after all, and I am me after all. I just thought about this problem. How come seeing the incense that has been burnt out makes me full of fantasy again? I have been stained with black venom. Even if I go to a new road, it will be blackened.
Li Pingrun looked at the incense sticks again and thought: As time goes by, they become shorter and shorter, and in the end, they will all turn into ashes in the incense burner and melt together. On the issue just now, Xiang and I are always different, but on this issue, Xiang and I have something in common - at the end, we will eventually turn into ashes. I just don’t know if the ashes I turn into are also black and poisonous. Will my ashes pollute wherever they go?
At this time, Li Pingrun suddenly remembered what his master had said to him before, and realized that if he still did not dare to open the lid of the box and practice the method, the incense would burn shorter after a while, and it would be past the time suitable for him to practice the method. , he really can't do it again.
He clearly remembered that his master told him that if he wanted to use the Qiu Mang Box to understand something, he could only prepare a handful of that special incense that day.
He asked the master what was going on. His master told him that after a person has prepared for that special incense making method, some "wonderful causes" produced by that special incense will always permeate around the person who makes the incense before the second day. Even if the incense burns out of sight, turns into ashes, and scatters the ashes, the strange cause will still exist on that day.
He asked his master, if the practitioner himself died and even the practitioner himself turned into ashes, would those strange causes still linger around the practitioner that day. The master said that it would be the same, and it would permeate the air until the next day. (End of chapter)