Chapter 391:

+ The gray mahatma came out and smiled, ignoring me as if I wasn't there.
He opened another door, this time without knocking, and then proceeded along another passage through the hard rock, barely a quarter of a mile.
Jin dragged me out of the noisy dome in a very short time, and my head quickly recovered. When Li Huai reached the end of that long-distance passage, I could clearly think that although he was too weak to stand upright without holding anything, he had recovered enough to know that there was only a few minutes left. Li Biao spent three or four minutes waiting for the door to open, but in the end it suddenly opened.
A man appeared at the opening, his absolutely white hair stretched under his shoulder bone, and the same white beard fell into his middle. He wore his usual waist cloth, but nothing else. He looked older than Methuselah, but he was strong, because his muscles protrude like a knotted whip rope. Full of energy, because he stands firm and can't move because of his ability. The most unusual is his speech. He said a few words to the Gray Mahatma in Sanskrit, then turned his head to welcome Li Badi.
Li Bai walked into a cave whose floor was cup-shaped. Almost all around the rim of the cup are irregular ledges with an average width of feet; otherwise, the entire interior is shaped like a huge egg with its narrow end facing upward. The distance to the bottom is not less than one hundred feet, and can be reached by irregularly cut steps from the rim down.
Around ten people sit at regular intervals around the window sill, some are lonely, some are in groups of three. Some people were naked, others wore waist cloths; everyone remained silent, but they all had a clear interest in Li Badi, and some of them laughed. Some of them are squatting with their legs tucked under their legs, but most of them let their legs hang over the edges. They are full of familiar atmosphere with the surrounding environment and are best described as "team appearance". ". Around a well-managed circus, you will see the same careless ability.
Jin and I followed Gray Mahatma into the bowl. Under his instructions, Li Bai was sitting in the middle. Jin and I were back to back. Mahatma was a little away from Li Bai, and his head turned back. In that position, my back was facing the door where Li Hao entered, but I could see nine narrow openings on the opposite wall, twenty feet higher than the ledge. These openings may be related to what happened next, although I can't prove it.
The old gray beard who had accepted Li Badi, stood on the ledge like a picture of the San Simeon Street, crossing his arms under his flowing beard, almost ready to fall, as if the bowl was a swimmer Cylinder.
However, he suddenly filled his thigh bones with thin air and rumblingly said a word. The golden light no longer exists. There is no time to go because there are even lights. He spoke, but that was not the case. Can't see anything. I lifted a finger and poked my eye unconsciously.
Then, all the music rang immediately, like Ariel singing in the air. It was weakened, but it was as clear as the ripples of a mountain stream on the pebbles, and its location was definitely not found, because it seemed to be everywhere at once, even from under Li Badi. It is almost impossible to start to emit dim lights at the same time as the music, because there is never the same color in two places, and even the color in one place will not exceed the duration of the musical note.
"Observe!" The solemn voice of the gray majestic sounded. "Color and sound are one kind. Both are vibrations. You should see color harmony."
Currently, the connection between sound and color is beginning to become apparent. Each note has a color, and when the note is sounded, the color appears in thousands of places.
That is oriental music. It is full of caves, and as its pulse speeds up the dance of light, the colors shimmer like a shuttle weaving a new sky. But there is no drum beat, the overall effect is dreamy.
When the sound of the old gray beard finally came from the ledge above Li Bad, and the lights and music stopped at the same time, the effect was disgusting. It reaches your belly. The momentary darkness produced dizziness. You feel like you have fallen into an endless pit, and Jin and I hold each other tightly. The fact that Li Huai was squatting on the hard floor didn't help, because the floor also seemed to be falling, and turned around like a whirlpool of colored lights, confusingly. The gray beard's voice sounded again. There is more music there, and the lighting changes with the music.
This time, among all the unexpected things, Beethoven's overture to Leonor began to show up at night. I would rather be able to let go of what Li Huai saw than to write Homer's "Iliad"! It must be Li Huai who knew what Beethoven did. This is not only wind music, nor pure string music, but an orchestra full of vocals. There is no guessing where or where. Music immediately spread to you from all over the world, brightly interpreting the music.
In my opinion, this is always the most beautiful prelude in the world, because it seems to describe the creation when the world is formed in the void. But with this kind of light, every tone, semitone, chord and harmony are expressed in its absolutely pure color, which is completely beyond the scope of words. This is a new birth language, more like a glimpse of the next world.
The combination of color and music produced a very ideal effect for me. There is nothing I can do to counteract the godless clang and make me roll in another cave.
But Kim Jong had a bad time. When he tried to master himself, he was ups and downs. I heard him exclaiming-
"Oh, my God!" The torture seemed unbearable.
Mahatma Gray did not worry about the king. He has changed his position to look at me, and he seems to expect me to collapse. Therefore, I show my true feelings as little as possible, closing my eyes from time to time, as if I am confused. Then he cried, like a gray beard on the windowsill.
Leonor's overture stopped. The color is replaced by a serene golden light. King hasn't collapsed yet, his usual Spartan self-mastery prevents him from betraying his symptoms. So I grabbed my head and tried to concentrate, which gave me a chance to whisper to Kim under my arm.
"Can you hang up?"
".How are you?"
"fine."
The Gray Mahatma seemed to think I was asking Jin for help. He looked very happy. Between my fingers, I could see him sending a signal to the gray beard on the windowsill. The golden light disappeared again. Now, they once again gave Li Bad Dongfang music, which was a creepy thing, beating with distant drums like an army of demons in the distance. The color now is angry and glowing. The shapes they took when they knit and knit into each other have gradually been gradually bent, everything is turned from the inside out, and the end of each independent movement is blood red.
The king groaned loudly and turned to his side, as if things had become so dim and terrifying that you could hardly see your hand in front of you, and the noisy sound was like the wind between the worlds. Every inch of your skin stings. goose. Although the colors are low, you can still see them when you close your eyes, but I can't see the gray mahatma, I'm sure he can't see me. He didn't know which of Li Huai fell.
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