After waiting for a while, Li Pingrun confirmed that more than half of the incense had burned short to the extent that the master once told him, he opened the autumn beam box.

The inside of the box cover of the Qiumang box is copper, very bright copper, like a mirror.

When he just saw the "mirror" with his own light, his heart trembled. Suddenly, he thought of the copper square plate he had seen in the underground space before, and then he thought of the dead face of his sister Li Gengmi.

Li Pingrun was so scared that he closed the Qiumao box. He looked at the incense nervously and saw that each incense was standing straight there. At this time, he could not even remember which one was straightened by him before.

He looked at the cover of the Qiumang box and wanted to open it immediately, but he was still worried. His eyes moved to the incense again. He thought: Is it that one? It's not like it. Or, it's that one? It's not like it. It's clearly there, but I just straightened the crooked one, why can't I remember which incense is the one that was once crooked? Is it because I didn't remember it carefully just now, or is there something wrong with my memory, or is it not easy to accurately point out which one was just crooked just now? Is it time that changes the position and the change of position will make people not remember the "crooked" at the beginning? So what about me? I have already taken the wrong path. If I change the path, I may still be like that incense, and will no longer be like the person who once took the wrong path in a long time?

Thinking of this, Li Pingrun looked at the cover of the Qiumao box again, and gave himself the answer in his heart: It's useless. The fragrance is fragrance after all, and I am me after all. I just thought about this question, how did I see the burned fragrance that has been burned and full of fantasy? I have been stained with black venom, and even if I go to a new road, I will dye the new road black.

Li Pingrun looked at the incense 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 blend together. On the question just now, both incense and I are always different, but on this question, there is something in common between me and I - at the end, they will eventually turn into ashes. I just don't know if the ash I turned into will also be black and poisonous. Wherever my ashes float, will it pollute there?

At this time, Li Pingrun suddenly remembered what his master had said to him before, and realized that if he still dared not open the lid of the box, the incense would burn shorter after a period of time. After that, when it was suitable for him, he would really not be able to do it again.

He clearly remembered that his master told him that if he wanted to use the Qiumao box to learn something, a person could only prepare for a special incense method that day.

He asked the master what was going on. His master told him that when a person has prepared for that special incense, before the next day, some "singular causes" produced by the special incense will always be around the practitioner. Even if the incense is burned to the point where it cannot be found, it turns into ashes, and the ashes are all raised, the strange causes will always exist on the same day.
Chapter completed!