Chapter 276 Illusion and Reality
Qiu Wuji, who had extremely sharp spiritual senses, had toured the house for a long time before, but he didn't have any special feelings.
But when the real and the imaginary interact, the real people in the eyes of the imaginary people also need more real philosophical thoughts to surge in their hearts. Not to mention Qiu Wuji, even Chu Ge could feel that there seemed to be something in the room.
The two looked at each other and walked into the master bedroom together.
Then his eyes fell on the bedside table at the same time.
There were some small things scattered among the dust on the bedside table, which were obviously miscellaneous items that I felt there was no need to take with me before moving to Beijing, such as tissues, hairpins, small mirrors, and a few novels.
Things were scattered randomly on the bedside table, and anyone would just glance at them and not pay any attention to them. It was the kind that no one would steal even if there was a thief.
Chu Ge's eyes fell on the cover of the novel "Jin Moumei" with an expressionless face.
Grass.
SSS's image fell into the mud in an instant.
No, they read classics and study the life of the city, not the things we think of.
Turning around to look at Qiu Wuji, Qiu Wuji had a stern expression, as if he didn't even see what the book was.
Her gaze fell on...
That little mirror?
Chu Ge's gaze also fell on the small mirror, and gradually he felt as if there was a whirlpool on the mirror, sucking his gaze tightly, as if it was going to be sucked in.
"This is..." Chu Ge released his spiritual sense and sensed carefully. He seemed to be able to see bits of spiritual energy slowly gathering towards the mirror, falling on the mirror like dust, and then being absorbed by the mirror and disappearing.
Yes, it disappeared. The gathered spiritual energy was not stored or collected, but disappeared, as if the revived spiritual energy in this world was just nothingness, returning to a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.
"The uncles and aunts around you will not awaken their superpowers..." Qiu Wuji said in a dreamy voice, "Du Lianfeng and the others are looking in the wrong place. The spiritual energy may not come from Nanjiang, but it is possible that it disappears in Nanjiang."
Chu Ge looked solemn: "Could it be that my father is dissipating his spiritual energy? Such a serious matter, leaving a small mirror on the bedside table in the old house?"
Qiu Wuji shook his head: "The effect of this mirror is extremely slow, not even as good as a range hood, and it can't achieve the goal of dissipating spiritual energy... I personally think it's more like a way to wipe his own ass."
"Um?"
"His ability is too strong. The remaining spiritual energy may spread and create a superpower in a community..." Qiu Wuji smiled and said, "From the atmosphere of life in your old house, I boldly estimate that your father is a more traditional and serious person..."
Chugo glanced at Jinxmei and nodded.
Putting this book aside, in my understanding of the past thirty years, my father is indeed a very traditional and serious person. The neighbors all say that Lao Chu’s thoughts are very Marxist-Leninist - this evaluation from the older generation does not really refer to Marxism-Leninism, but means old-fashioned, old-fashioned, conservative, and can even be used to refer to old feudalism.
The lid of Marxism-Leninism’s coffin can no longer be held down.
Qiu Wuji continued, "He probably doesn't want the misfortune to be caused by him. The function of this mirror is just to collect the aura left by his long life, so the 'power' is not high. But... the principle is extremely mysterious."
She walked forward slowly, lifted up the mirror and looked at it for a long time, then whispered, "Mirror flowers and water moons, seem real and illusory... Who is illusion and who is real? Your father gathered the real scene into the magic mirror, but there is actually no world in the mirror, so it disappeared directly. Playing with reality and illusion is already the right way."
Hearing the deep admiration in her tone, Chu Ge also knew that this was indeed amazing.
The most amazing thing is that this is not a magic weapon.
"It's just an idea. He thinks it should be like this, so it's like this." Qiu Wuji was amazed: "In essence, this is just an ordinary makeup mirror."
Chu Ge couldn't help but ask: "What use will it have on us?"
"For you and me, this is no different from... how should I put it, a magic weapon that can spy on the real and virtual worlds, or spy on a connection point." Qiu Wuji said: "Maybe..."
She paused and said uncertainly, "We still can't find a channel or way to connect our two worlds. Maybe we can find it from here."
In an objective sense, perhaps the inside and outside of the book are two different dimensions, and both are real existences. After all, every blade of grass and every tree is within reach, and everyone's thoughts are vivid.
But in a relative sense, this world is real and the book is an illusion. After all, everything comes from Chu Ge's pen, and it is still difficult to tell whether it is real or an illusion.
This is another kind of illusion, separated by reality and illusion.
This is also the fundamental reason why the two of them always feel guilty and afraid that they will disappear forever when they wake up one day.
But now with this mirror, the mirror can gather real spiritual energy into illusion, causing it to dissipate... From a principle point of view, it seems that we can glimpse a virtual and real connection between the two worlds, and maybe one day we can establish a connecting channel between the two worlds.
Because I always have that kind of worry in my heart, I dare not talk about getting married.
I came to see the old house because I wanted to get married.
Because by visiting the old house, I found a possible solution to my worries, or at least a way to ponder them.
A mysterious circle.
Chu Ge hesitated and said, "If that's the case, if I ask my dad directly, will there be a solution? But I can't contact my dad right away, should I ask my mom to tell her? But I don't know how to explain our situation..."
Qiu Wuji shook his head: "Although your father is strong, it may not be useful to ask him. There is no need to force it. Everyone has different starting points. Your father did not consider this when he did this. This is just an unexpected reference for you and me..."
"Then put the mirror away first, and you can use it as a makeup mirror."
"I don't need to put on makeup." Qiu Wuji said, but still put the mirror into her small bag.
This thing is really magical. It is not a magic weapon, not a magnum opus. It is just an ordinary broken mirror. It is not even shaped by the infusion of magic power.
This had a profound impact on Qiu Wuji.
If one can achieve this with just a thought, this is the ability of Buddha. As for the so-called heavenly map that has not yet been opened, Qiu Wuji dared to conclude that the heavenly cultivators definitely did not have this ability.
If we think about it in a similar way…if Father Chu can make real spiritual energy disappear, then can he do the opposite and create spiritual energy to spread it to the world?
Origin of Reiki?
Or could the rich spiritual energy have something to do with this?
Thinking about this, I suddenly felt a little horrified. If part of the spiritual energy comes from fantasy, then how much of the world we live in is illusory?
"Wait, what are you doing?" Qiu Wuji came to his senses and saw Chu Ge also secretly collecting things from the bedside table and stuffing them into his own personal space.
I saw the covers of a few novels flash by and then disappear.
Chu Ge said seriously: "As a writer, it is a shame to have no books in my bookcase at home..."
Qiu Wuji turned and left expressionlessly.
Since you pursue such a cultured style, why don't you move the Selected Works of Mao from the bookshelf over there?
"Hey wait." Chu Ge followed and said, "Don't rush back. I'll go find Xiao Xu."
Qiu Wuji was confused: "Why are you looking for him?"
"Qiuqiu, as a modern person, do you know what live streaming sales is?"
Qiu Wuji: “…”
My mind is still on this nostalgic house and the magical mirror.
Why does it feel like I've returned from fantasy to reality, and from fantasy back to the city?
Chu Ge held her hand and whispered, "Practice as usual, live your life as usual... In fact, I want to know what my father is doing more than you do, and I have a feeling that our intersection will not be far away."
Qiu Wuji nodded slightly.
Mother Chu suddenly suggested coming to the old house, is it just a coincidence?
Isn't this a hint?
Maybe there are more secrets reflected in this mirror.
Chu Ge whispered, "Do you think I only took the book?"
Qiu Wuji turned to look at him.
"My father would definitely not leave a diary or something like that here, but there may be bookmarks and notes in the book." Chu Ge said, "I think what we can peek into here may not be less than a mirror. You study the mysterious and I study the text. That's our division of labor, to find the truth of everything."
(End of this chapter)
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