Chapter 388:

+ "But why is it daylight when Benares is near midnight here?" King demanded.
At that moment, the sunlight in Benares stopped and the moon and stars came out. The lights from the temple courtyard were shining, and crimson flames and thick smoke in the lower reaches of the Western Ghats cremated the dead Hindus. This is much more perfect than the movie. Considering the scale, it actually looks real.
Suddenly, the room was flooded with golden light again, and the photos on the granite table disappeared.
"Name another city," Gray Mahatma said.
"London." Jin replied.
With the lights off, London must be enough-first of all Strand, which is crowded with motorcycles. Then there is and.\'; then the Royal Exchange and the Bank of England; then London Bridge and Tower Bridge and the panoramic view of the Thames.
"Are you satisfied?" Gray Mahatma asked, the cave was once again submerged by the peculiar and tranquil golden light, and the photo on the granite table disappeared.
"A little bit," Jin replied. "This is some kind of trick."
"So is wireless telegraphy a trick?" retorted Mahatma. "If yes, then yes, yes. Only before the wireless telegraph, just as the telegraph before the semaphore. This is a science you don't know, nothing more. Name another city."
"Tim Boutu," I said suddenly. Nothing
I said: "Mombasa. Mombasa appeared immediately, and the Kilindini port was surrounded by palm trees.
I have been to Mombasa, but I have never seen Timbuktu. It is almost certain that no one has seen this place, or even a picture of it.
The gray majestic said a little gloomy voice, and the golden light lit up again, flooding the entire room. The king nodded to me.
He said: "You can speak to the gramophone and reproduce your voice. If you know how, there is no reason and you cannot think about and reproduce it."
"Good!" Mahatma was interrupted. "If you know how to do it! India always knows how to do it! When she is free, India can teach the world these sciences."
From beginning to end, the person who admitted Li Badi said nothing. He stood with arms crossed, standing upright, like a soldier in a military parade. But now he opened his arms and began to show signs of restlessness, as if he thought the meeting lasted long enough. However, he remained silent.
I said to him in Hindustani: "Your honor is very smart. I like this exhibition very much." But he ignored me at all if he knew the fact that he had not betrayed.
"Let Li Bad go." Gray Mahatma said, and then continued to lead the way.
The Grey Mahatma took another turn of the passage and finally knocked on the door. It was opened by a little man who was once very fat, because his skin was scattered in his folds.
His cave is smaller than the other one, but very clean, and also full of tranquil golden light. But he is only the host. Gray Mahatma is the performer. He said:
"All energy is vibration; but this is only a small part of the truth. All is vibration. The universe contains nothing else. Your western scientists are just beginning to discover this, but they are groping in the dark. They can I feel that but in a country where all countries have agreed to call it the "Dark Age", there have always been people called alchemists. Others laugh at them because they try to convert base metals into gold. You think they are looking for Impossible? They vaguely discern the possibility, perhaps because their ears have listened to the legends of India for countless centuries.
"Gold is a vibration system. Just like all other metals, one metal can become another metal. But, if you know what to do, do you dare? Can you imagine if the world happened, What will happen in the world? Common sense, or even if few people know it, might bring this change?
The next reason is convincing, and the reason is simple: nothing is concealed, and there is no complicated instrument that might make you doubt an ordinary magic. There must be some weird-looking boxes with hinged lids on the ledge along one side of the room, but these boxes are only used when the funny dumpy chooses a piece of metal from them. On the other window sill opposite the cell, there were about a hundred volumes of very old manuscripts, but he did not use them in any way.
The floor is bare, smooth rock; there is nothing, not even cushions. He spread a piece of ordinary wood on the floor and motioned to Li Huai to sit in front of it. So Li Huai squatted with his back to the door in a straight line, and the king took his place between Mahatma and me. There is no circus or dancing; the whole process is as simple as playing dominoes.
Li Badi's landlord went to a strange-looking box and chose a lot of things that looked like lead. It is a small piece, about the same size as a regular piece of sugar. There is no special marking on it, but it looks as if it was cut from a larger piece with scissors or similar tools. He fell into the middle of the plank, squatted in front of the plank, facing Li Huai, watching.
I dare say that it took twenty minutes for lead to become the gold in front of Li Badi. It started with a sizzle and melted in small pits and small spots, but the whole piece never melted.
The tiny parts that melt and liquefy are full of movement, although a movement never stays in one place for more than a minute or so. No matter where you move, the lump loses its volume, so the whole mass gradually shrinks. In the end, it is not its original shape, but takes the form of the fallen cow.
I think the weather is very hot. The owner of Li Badi waited a few minutes before picking it down.
Finally, he took the gold nugget off the board and threw it to Jin. The king gave it to me. The weather is still warm and looks and feels like gold. I put it back on the board.
"Do you understand?" Gray Mahatma asked.
The owner of Li Huai's little skin wrinkles did his honor at the door, and I thank him for his demonstration. But the Gray Mahatma seemed to be unhappy about this, ignored me as always, and almost brutally opened the door of Jin Zai.
"Do you know who can do what you just saw and can do the opposite and convert gold into base metal?" he asked. "What does this mean for you? There is a new kind of war! A group of ambitious fools is making gold, and another is making gold. Chaos! Now you will see another science that is not suitable for fools. "
Li Huai came to a door on the right. It was opened immediately by a thin, despicable ascetic whose crooked nose hinted at contempt for those who might disagree with him. Just like everyone else, he met the Gray Mahatma in silence, and only turned around to admit Li Huai. But this door only opened another passage, and Li Huai had to follow him fifty feet, and then through another door into a cave larger than anyone else. This time Li Badi's owner is not alone. More than a dozen thin bronze men had expectations of Li Hao, and they squatted on a mat with expressionless faces. They did not wear masks, but they seemed to have worn them.
The last cave is definitely a loophole. Its dome was smoked black, like the underside of a cathedral dome. It seems that no effort has been made to trim the walls, nor the floor left by nature. It formed a shape similar to a hollow plate due to the pressure of the expanding gas when the rock melted millions of years ago.
The very center of the broad floor is the lowest point of all positions, and some work has been done there because it is made into a rectangular slot that is feet long and feet wide. The trough didn't guess how deep it was almost full of incandescent charcoal, so there was obviously a way to press the draft into it from below.
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