Super Trick or Treat System

+The yard is surrounded by a porch with the most exquisite workmanship. The four walls in the porch are subdivided into multiple open compartments, each with a different image of a god. In front of each image is hung an illuminator, and the light reflects in the idol’s jewel-like eyes. But the only people visible were three or four sleepy waiters wearing headscarves and cotton waistbands. They sat up and stared at Li Badi, without any other signs of approval.

In the center of the courtyard is a huge square stone platform. The roof is supported on carved pillars like a canopy, similar to the pillars supporting the porch, which means that each pillar is different, but all the same. Just like blending into architectural harmony, there is no monotony in repetition. The Gray Mahatma took the lead on the platform and waited for Li Huai at the square opening in the middle of the floor. There was a stone beside it, which obviously fit the hole. There is no ring to lift the stone from the outside, but there are holes drilled from the side to the side through which iron bolts can pass through.

Along the hole, Li Bai once again entered a single hole, led by the gray majestic, stepping on the oval stairs until I dare say that Li Bai had fallen more than a hundred feet. The air is warm, but breathable, it seems that the air is sufficient, as if some effective artificial ventilation methods are provided. Nevertheless, what Li Huai is exploring is only a cave. Although there are traces of chisels and seams on the walls, the only masonry is the steps.

Li Huai finally came to the bottom of an egg-shaped cave. In the center of the cave stood a piece of rock, roughly hewn into a square. Just on the rock in the middle was a ring of black polished marble, illuminated by a brass lamp hanging overhead. Mahatma looked at it strangely:

He said: "That is the last symbol of ignorance. The rest is knowledge."

There are doors on each side of that egg-shaped cave, and each door is cleverly inlaid in a natural rock fold, so when they melt, they seem to have been embedded in the way of putting nuts in the chocolate. Push it into place. A pair of thumbs from the Titanic. In the end, Li Huai seemed to have arrived at a place where the Gray Mahatma might not come uninvited, because he chose one of the doors after a while of thinking and knocked on the door.

Li Huai may have stood there for ten minutes without any answer. Mahatma seemed satisfied with his own meditation, and Li Huai did not want to speak, lest he eavesdrop on Li Huai.

Finally, the door was not opened carefully, but suddenly widened. A man stood inside, filling his door frame upright-a big-eyed, muscular man, wearing a loincloth and headscarf, watching Going up is too proud to assert his pride. He stood with his arms crossed, smiling firmly. The impression he conveys is a skilled craftsman, his skills are his life, and his whole thing is what he cares about.

He looked at Mahatma rudely and fearlessly without saying anything.

Have you ever seen two wild animals meet, stand together looking at each other, and suddenly disappear together without any sign of explanation? That's it. Right now, the person at the door turned around and led in.

The input channel of Li Huai was just wide enough so that I could touch any wall with my elbow. There is a lot of air inside it; it is as strictly clean as a hospital ward. On the one hand, there are narrow wooden doors, about feet apart, each of them closed. There are no bolts on the outside of the door, and no keyhole, but when I pass by, I cannot move them by pushing against them.

The unusual situation is light. The whole passage is bathed in light, but I cannot find its source. It is not as dazzling as electricity. Chaos. No place is brighter than another, and there is no shadow.

The ends of the channels diverge at a perfect right angle, and each arm of the fork has a door at the end. Li Huai's guide turned right. He, the king and Mahatma passed through a door that seemed to open only a little bit, and the moment Mahatma's back passed the door frame, I found myself plunged into darkness.

I leaned back slightly, trying to cover the shadow with my hand to find the direction of the light. Strangely, I could see the bright light ahead from the open door, but none of them entered the passage.

My instinct made me stop on the threshold before following the others. The moment Mahatma's back passed the door, the sudden light suddenly disappeared, which increased my curiosity and made me stop and think about the plane that was out of light. With no other instruments available, I took off my headscarf and wiggled it back and forth to see if I could make any impact on this amazing dividing line, and I spent about a tenth of the time in this difficult career. Saved me out of intuition and curiosity.

As soon as the end of the turban hit the plane, it caught fire between light and dark. Or rather, I should say that the fire was extinguished, and the fire was so violent that it burned the part of the turban without damaging the rest. In other words, between me and the other members of the party, there is an unimaginable plane of heat. This heat is so great that it only works on that plane because my hand is an inch away. I can't feel it; when they are in the golden light, I am in the pitch black darkness, and others cannot see me.

They can hear it, but I called Kim. I told him what happened, and then I showed him what was left of the turban. It happened to reach the plane between light and darkness, and then disappeared in the silent flash, disappearing quickly and completely, leaving no visible scorched fragments.

I could see three people in a row, facing me, almost not ten feet away, it was hard to remember that they could not see me at all, or the king could not see me anyway. Others may have some kind of well-trained sixth sense, which makes it possible.

"Come on!" said the Gray Mahatma. "The three of Li Badi are here. Why do you want to hurt you?"

The king immediately determined the situation. If they were going to kill me and keep him alive, they would not get his permission or condone, and he suddenly walked towards me.

"Stop!" Commanded Mahatma, showing his first glimmer of excitement that he hadn't betrayed yet, but Jin continued to hold on. I think the performer did something, because Jin did nothing to cross the line, and then stood on one foot. I crossed the side of the threshold.

"There are two people among Li Bai!" He said to the gray majestic. "You can't kill one and take the other."

Li Huai was in a room about fifty feet square. The irregular corners there proved to be another huge hole in the volcanic rock. The roof is also very rough, but most of the side walls have been smoothed with a chisel and polished by hand.

There is a large rectangular stone in the middle of the room, shaped like a table or a jar, after polishing it until it shines. I decided to sit down, where Mahatma stopped ignoring me.

"Fool!" he barked. "do not do that!"

I tore a loincloth from a rag that I wiped off the belt and threw it on the polished surface of the stone. It disappeared instantly, without a trace. It didn't even leave a mark on the stone, and it burned so quickly and completely that there was no smell.

"Thank you!" I said. "But why are you suddenly anxious about my account?"

He turned to the king again.

"The camera cover you see will show the nearby scenery in the dark, provided the sun is shining? The camera cover is a trivial imitation of real ideas. There is no limit to the field of vision for people who understand real science. What? You Which city do you want to see?"

"Bérez," Kim replied.

Suddenly Li Huai plunged into darkness. Similarly, all of a sudden, the entire upper surface of the stone table was immersed in light of a different quality-like sunlight, it may be emitted from the stone, but if only a little. In my opinion, it seems more like it suddenly starts in mid-air and then descends towards the surface of the stone.

Immediately, just as Li Huai saw it on the focusing screen of a giant camera, Benares was scattered in front of Li Huai, all its colors, the sacred cows on the street, the crowd bathing in the Ganges, the temple, the circle Tops, trees, sports-the smell of Bernares is almost there, because this suggestion is all-encompassing.

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