Chapter 110: Looking for the Mirror and Forgetting the River
Ten-leaf blackberry?
Li Ting has a general idea of the human spiritual grass in Xizhou, but he knows very little about the plants in the underworld, and he has never even heard of the ten-leaf blackberry. How can he find it?
"Grandma, what does it look like?" The vegetable garden is not very big, so if you have patience, it should not be difficult.
But Po Meng didn't answer and went back to the thatched cottage.
Li Ting had no choice but to ask, "Do you know about ten-leaf blackberries?"
Interesting thought for a moment, then pulled Li Ting back and forth through the vegetable garden. She searched for them as she walked. After a while, she stopped, pointed at the rows of clustered plants, and said, "These are blackberries, but they are not ten-leaf ones."
The plant she was referring to was independent, with a single straight rhizome with a few oval leaves growing on it, and a round black berry at the top. A large number of these blackberries grew together, like a cluster of flowers.
Li Ting counted the leaves of the berry plant, six.
Are you going to find one with ten leaves among these hundreds of plants? Li Ting had a bad feeling in his heart.
But he still carefully used his magic power to explore the past. In order to prevent the plants in the underworld from having any special characteristics, he also walked through the blackberry field while exploring, holding each blackberry in his hand, and repeatedly determining the number of leaves with his eyes and hands.
After touching all the blackberries, he determined that the one with the most leaves was Baye.
Moreover, this blackberry is a typical spiritual fruit whose leaves reflect quality, which is similar to many spiritual fruits in the Yang world.
For some single-plant spiritual fruits in the human world, usually the more leaves, the more spiritual energy the fruit has, and the fuller the realm.
For this type of spiritual fruit, "ten" is usually the limit, nine is the extreme number, and ten is perfection. A spiritual fruit with ten leaves will not grow even for a thousand years. It all depends on the fate of heaven and earth, and cannot be forced.
To say it doesn't means it doesn't exist, and it can't be changed.
Li Ting half-crouched in the blackberry field, holding the eight-leaf blackberry in his hands, feeling a little worried. The blackberries around him were squeezed crookedly because he had forced it in here.
"Could it be that the blackberries in the underworld are different and can evolve to ten leaves under certain circumstances?" Li Ting looked at Yan An and said with a smile, "You should really do your own research. These identical blackberries make me dizzy."
Yan An still ignored him.
Li Ting began to experiment, and he chose the stupidest method. He picked a four-leaf blackberry that had been squeezed by himself, used magic to extract the juice, and poured it onto the roots of the eight-leaf blackberry.
The plant slowly absorbs the same kind of juice, but has no intention of growing leaves.
Somehow, the image of watering the jade bamboo shoots in Zhengling Sect came to Li Ting's mind. Do these blackberries also need watering?
But plants in the underworld cannot be watered with water from the underworld.
When it comes to water, he has only seen the Wangchuan River in this underworld.
"Can these blackberries be watered? What kind of water should I use?" Li Ting asked interestingly.
"Wangchuan." The little girl nodded, her voice not ups and downs, but rather quiet, "The only water in the underworld is the water of Wangchuan, and all water comes from the Wangchuan River."
Then there was nothing to hesitate. Li Ting led the two ghosts out of Meng Po's courtyard, returned the same way, and walked to the Naihe Bridge.
The beauty on my head has not yet flowed, but the bridge is very quiet, there are no ghosts queuing up, and there are no old people standing here handing out Meng Po soup.
Only the Wangchuan River was flowing quietly. Li Ting looked into the river, and when he concentrated, he could see various scenes of his life flashing by.
"Can everyone see their past here?" Li Ting walked to the river and stared at the black river and said.
"Yes." Fun said beside him.
"how about you?"
"Everyone can do it, gods can, ghosts can live, ghosts can live alone, but only false ghosts can't. False ghosts are incomplete. They can't own the past, and Wangchuan can't reflect on it." Interesting said slowly.
Li Ting understood that if Wangchuan could reveal Wanggui's past, then he wouldn't need his help to solve the interesting problem.
No one, including Wangchuan, knows what happened to this little girl more than three hundred years ago.
Li Ting found a jade bowl from his storage wristband and filled it with water from the Wangchuan River.
Cross the Lethe River and peer into my past."
At that time, Po Meng's wrinkled hands lightly swept over her eyes, and after looking through him toward the Wangchuan River for a while, she realized that his life of nearly twenty years was horrifying.
"What kind of magic is that?" Li Ting looked at the clear water in the bowl and asked interestingly.
It turns out that the water in the Wangchuan River is also transparent. Either the bottom of the river is black, or the mottled past blends together to appear black.
"It's very simple. Do you want to learn?" he asked interestingly.
"Simple?" Prying into other people's past, simple?
"That's not Po Meng's ability, it's the characteristic of Wangchuan River. As long as you are not incomplete and confused like a ghost, you can't even own your past, nor are you a new consciousness like a resentful ghost, you can be possessed by it.
Take a picture of a complete life." Fun explained.
Li Ting understood, "Normally, only I can see it in this life?"
"Well, your past is in your own reflection in the river, and as long as others find your reflection through magic, they will naturally be able to see it. This is a very common ghost magic in the underworld. The destiny is to seek the mirror and forget the river. To practice it
Then you can use this spell to find the specific reflection of the person standing next to the Wangchuan River in the river, and see the other person's past."
"Teach me." Li Ting said directly.
Interesting nodded obediently, took Li Ting's hand that was not holding the bowl, closed his eyes, and used his magic power to teach him how the ghost art of Xunjing Wangchuan worked.
Li Tingmo recited the mantra several times, tried the mana activation several times, swiped his eyes slightly, looked at Funny, then looked at the Wangchuan River, and then found a clear reflection of a little girl somewhere in the river.
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But in the shadow, there was only a vague face, saying words like "funny" and "good boy".
It's really easy to learn, he thought.
Li Ting activated his magic power again and looked at Yan An, who was standing by the river, and then at the Wangchuan River, whereupon he also found Yan An's reflection. What he could see in it was more interesting than anything else.
He could see the face that had been revealed through the black mist, he could see him chanting "silica dust flower", and he could even see a figure blurred by the black mist, holding something like a herb carefully.
look.
Seeing that familiar face, he said the word "Master".
But that's all.
"Some of his past appeared in the river, why?" Li Ting looked at Yan An's reflection and asked.
Interesting stretched out his little hand, swept it over his eyes, and looked at the reflection of Yan An in the Wangchuan River. He also saw those scenes, and answered one by one: "The reason why I can see the face is because my brother has broken the cover of the ghost face."
The black mist restored this part of his past. The words he muttered were related to obsession. You helped him find it and it was confirmed, so it became the past owned by the ghost. As for the man holding the
The figure of the thing, that..."
This is obviously not a specific thing related to obsession, nor is it something Li Ting helped find, but Yan An's daily life as a pharmacist when he was alive.
There was a hint of hesitation in the little girl's calm voice. She thought for a while and then said: "It should be the characteristic that Bai Wuchang mentioned. He gave the ghost some abilities, making it possible for him to transform into the ghost. The difference is reflected here.
He has been vaguely possessing the past. If the figure in it and the thing he is holding are solidified, he will no longer be a pure ghost, and he should gradually be able to remember many things in the past."
Indeed, Yan An has stopped because of the strange spiritual plant. Isn't this exactly his character during his lifetime? It is also one of the reasons why Li Ting is willing to stay in the underworld and find a way to help him get the Wangyou Bean.
Treat you as a living person, and you will slowly remember it, Li Ting thought as he looked at the empty-looking ghost. This chapter has been completed!