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Chen Aili and Sanji were very sorry, they didn't see any wonderful pictures from the metal ball, and they saw that it actually melted in the palm of Li Guanghan's hand at room temperature, turning into a puddle of liquid metal dripping from the cracks of their fingers.

Chen Aili was both surprised and affirmed: "This metal ball should be the product of the last human civilization, and modern metallurgical technology cannot reach this level." All I know is that tin metal will have a 'tin plague' at low temperatures and become ashes. This mysterious metal ball turns into a puddle of water under your feet, and I think it is the intention of 'burn after reading'. ”

"Oh, that's a pity. I thought I could see a lot of images like the walls of the water curtain cave. Sanji said.

The red-robed monk who was turning the rosary said with emotion: "There is no need to worry about whether you can see it or not. Whatever there is is a appearance, it is all false. This practitioner is a person who is destined to understand the wonderful law. ”

Li Guanghan hurriedly said modestly: "The master has praised me, but my Taoism is still very shallow." ”

The red-robed monk continued, "Although I don't understand the scientific principles you are talking about, I know that this is a 'hidden holy place'. Some people are mysteriously instructed through serendipitous dreams, which opens up a treasure trove of wisdom in their hearts. And you are the one who is enlightened to wisdom. In ancient times, if there was a catastrophe, whether it was an earthquake or a tsunami, or the annihilation of the nation and the country, the wise masters would bury holy relics, scriptures, and books in the inaccessible underground or caves on the cliffs before these natural and man-made disasters came, and buried knowledge, epics, and incantations in the subconscious of people's brains. This is the magic of hiding. ”

"Master, are you saying that my subconscious has long been buried with the knowledge of ancient times? But why can't I know all the buried knowledge and revelation at once? Each time a part is opened, and then the desire to know more unsolved mysteries. Lee Kwang-han asked.

"It can only be said that the opportunity is not yet ripe. There used to be some hidden masters who would one day suddenly have a text or a symbol or a number in their minds, like a password, like a key. Then, guided by these code keys, present the complete scripture or epic or incantation in your mind. Although you are not a hidden teacher, and the revelation and wisdom you receive are not scriptures, incantations, or epics, the truth is the same. The red-robed monk gave an example of a Buddhist monk.

"I also heard a piece of Chinese classical music just now, played with guqin, guyun, and guzheng. But I can't remember the tune, I don't know if it's related to this guqin? But why don't you hear at all? Li Guanghan said to everyone.

"It's not surprising that we often live in relative consciousness, and when there is discrimination, there will be you, me, and him, and that's why we're ignorant. Born of the harmony of karma, and extinguished by the dissipation of karma. When you're immersed in music, you're no longer listening to music. As the music continues, you are the music. The red-robed monk said.

"You are very philosophical, and the words of a philosopher are very rich. It reminds me of bending down and looking down on the cliff of Mount Emei, and sometimes I see my figure in the colorful cloud aura, and the shadow moves with the person. But everyone can only see their own figures. ”

Lee nodded heartily and said how he felt, and he found that his discussion of philosophical issues with Buddhist masters could be very inspiring.

"Everything is like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and it should be viewed as such." The red-robed monk folded his hands and closed his eyes.

There was a silence in the small, warm cavern, and everyone was unconsciously contemplating, savoring, meditating.

After a while, Chen Aili couldn't help but ask softly with interest, wondering if the foreigner holding the metal ball would be her father. "Could this metal ball be a holy relic buried in a hidden place? Is that what you mean by 'holy relics'? Did your master tell me what the foreigner who brought the metal ball looked like? ”

"Although the metal ball has a six-petaled lotus flower, the symbol engraved on it is not a Buddhist symbol. With my knowledge, I dare not jump to conclusions. As for the foreigner, the master said, he was blonde and blue-eyed, tall, and very kind-faced. The red-robed monk said as he recalled.

"Oh, so how did he get the metal ball?" Chen Aili asked again.

"My master didn't say this, but the metal ball must have been found on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. As for what it is, I think your teacher has seen it. The red-robed monk said.

One day in the cave, a thousand years in the world. Sit in the sky and talk about the Tao, far away from the world to talk about the past and the present, and fly over thousands of mountains and rivers with one thought.

Before you know it, it's getting late. The three of them got up and took their leave.

Li Guanghan was about to say that he would help the red-robed monk clean up a puddle of liquid metal on the ground, when suddenly, "that puddle of water" trembled and automatically flowed out of the cave.

"Huh? How so? Is it because of the terrain? So why didn't it move just now? Lee was taken aback.

He opened his legs and chased out, and was suddenly surprised to find that his ankle, which had been painful, no longer felt swollen and painful. Could it be that piece of classical music that makes his blood circulate and relax his muscles and energize? He didn't have time to think about it, and followed the "puddle of water" flowing on the ground out of the cultivation cave.

The wind outside the cave was blowing in the face, the rain had stopped, and the sky was still gloomy, getting darker and darker.

The schist rocks on the ground, mixed with the meadows, became slippery. Silvery gray liquid metal with a special luster flows on the uneven ground, graceful and unhurried. They are not scattered into "water droplets", but still huddle together as a whole, with clear edges, fresh and flexible.

As if they knew the way, the "puddle of water" rushed ahead of Lee Kwang Han and flowed down the hill road they had come from.

Shocking! What kind of metal is this?! What special materials?! Is there wisdom and humanity? Or is it because of the electromagnetic force? Allure?

Lee Kwang-han deliberately stood still and did not continue to descend the mountain. "The puddle of water" flowed for a while, and then it stopped. Chen Aili and Sanji, who were standing on the side, widened their eyes in surprise.

"Haha, Mr. Li, you really seem to be its owner. It's up to you. Chen Aili deliberately walked in front of the liquid metal, and it was indifferent.

The clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and they were coming up from the valley in bursts, and it was almost dark, and visibility was getting lower and lower.

The three of them discussed that "the pool of water" should be collected, otherwise the black light would not know where it flowed.

Chen Aili squatted down, wanting to pick up the liquid metal and put it in the bag. But no matter what she does, she can't hold it up. Sanji also tried, but it still didn't work.