Somewhere, the waves were rolling, and dark clouds covered the sky and covered the sun.
"The wind is coming." An old man, wearing a Chinese-style jacket, sat on a recliner outside a seaside hut, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, muttered to himself.
There was a letter on the table. For some reason, although the wind was strong, the envelope did not move at all. Not even a corner of it was blown up.
"Master, the weather isn't good. Let's go back to the city." A young man respectfully whispered to him.
"I'm not going back yet. I need some time alone." The old man leaned back on the recliner.
He was small and skinny, and his eyes were completely white, as if he was blind.
But his eyes stared straight at the dark clouds above the sea, as if he could see a Golden Crow through the clouds.
After a while, he felt a headache. He pressed his hands on his temples, and his withered face looked slightly sinister.
The young man stood behind him and placed his hands on the old man's temples and began to massage him.
The young man's clothes fluttered in the wind.
After a long time, the old man closed his eyes and sighed, "Those who try to covet the secrets of the heavens will suffer the punishment of the heavens."
"Master …" The youth hesitated.
"This isn't an illness." The old man sneered. "Do you really think the hospital can cure me?"
The youth was obviously a little unconvinced. Although he didn't say it, how could the change in the strength of his hands be hidden from the old man?
"Two months ago, I opened my Eye of Heaven to see Master Song's past and future," the old man said. "The moment I saw the Devil Fetus, I knew that coveting the secrets of heaven would result in the wrath of heaven. In the end, he became blind. It's not an illness, it's not an illness. "
The old man's voice became softer and softer, hidden in the sea breeze.
The corner of the youth's mouth twitched slightly, but he still endured it.
"What's the matter? Just say it," the old man said leisurely.
"Master, when you talked about the devil fetus, you said that Song Moxu would definitely die." The youth could not help but say, "But she is still alive. Both mother and child are safe."
"There's a change. Of the four nine heavenly evolutions, one will escape. What I missed was that one. "The youth's strength was moderate. He pressed on the old man's temples and the old man seemed to feel a little better.
With that, he smiled, picked up the teapot in his hand, and took a sip.
Whether it was intentional or not, the youth's movements were a little too big.
The boiling hot tea spilled on her lapel.
"Slow down!" The old man was slightly annoyed. "You're so clumsy. When can you establish your own sect like your Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother!"
"Master, why don't we go take a look at that person? Besides, didn't Master Song also say that? "The young man was straightforward. He glanced at the letter on the table and said anxiously.
"Song Moxu's cultivation is not enough." The old man tapped the envelope on the table.
"But you just said that he is that one," the youth retorted.
"Look at the sea breeze. It's getting stronger and stronger. I wonder if we'll be delayed on our way back to the city." The old man didn't answer the youth's question. Instead, he said something irrelevant.
"I don't think so," the young man said. "The roads are good. As long as we don't take the coastal road, there will be no problem."
"Yeah, it's fine as long as we don't go along the coast." The old man savored the fragrance of the tea and said casually, "Actually, I'm also curious. Who is the person who saved Song Moxu?"
"It's said that he's a doctor in the capital."
"Humans are all fated," the old man said. "But to be able to defy the heavens and change one's fate is a great skill. You're right. It's fine to take a look. But to treat illnesses, heh! "
The youth was delighted. "Master, the frequency of your headaches is getting higher. Go take a look. What if it can be cured? "
"You've consumed too much of your mental energy. Do you think it's easy to open the Heavenly Eye and see the past and the future? You monkey brat. You'll need at least 30 years to do that. "
"If one look makes me blind, I'd rather not look at it," the youth muttered.
"Do you think that what you see is real? What you see with the Heavenly Eye is the real world, "the old man said lightly.
Although his voice was soft, it was like a morning bell and evening drum, reaching the youth's ears through the whistling sea breeze.
Dark clouds covered the sky. Strong winds swept the waves, which were several people tall, and they whistled over.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. It was as if there was a pair of hands behind the dark clouds, tearing through the darkness.
After a long time, thunder roared and rolled over.
"Let's go," the old man said softly as he held the purple clay teapot.
"Alright!" The youth quickly picked up two straw raincoats and helped the old man put them on.
The letter had disappeared from the table at some point.
"Master, do you want to book a ticket to the imperial capital?" the youth asked anxiously.
"You." The old man smiled and said, "Do you know why I haven't gone these few days?"
"I don't know," the youth said.
"Ever since Song Moxu gave birth to the demonic fetus, I've been feeling uneasy." The old man put on the straw raincoat and strode on the beach. He held the purple clay teapot in his hand and rubbed it with his thumb.
"You need to be calm when something big happens." The old man said as he walked in the wind and rain, "I've been thinking these few days. Since Song Moxu could pass his tribulation, why can't I?"
"Yes, Master is right," the youth said.
"Actually, I know that I can't be cured. However, I'm curious and want to see that 'one'. "
"Master, is he a heavenly secret?" The youth was a little nervous.
"I don't know." The old man shook his head with his hands behind his back.
"When I learn the Heavenly Eye and see the real world in the future, will I be unable to see anything?" he asked in a low voice.
It seemed that he had thought about this question many times in his heart. Now that he blurted it out, he felt a lot more relaxed.
"It's not the same." The old man waved his hand and said with a smile, "You still want to see the real world with your little cultivation? That's not enough. "
"That's good, that's good," the youth said with a hand on his chest. He was not competitive.
When they arrived at the shore, a row of silver-gray SUVs had been waiting for a long time.
The youth opened the back door of the car in the middle, took off his straw raincoat, and sat in.
"Contact Uncle Chu. Just the two of us will go. Don't let anyone know," the old man said.
"Master, will there be a problem?" The youth was still worried that something would happen.
"No," the old man said, "We'll just take a look from afar and leave. What can happen? In this colorful world, the five colors are blinding. Everyone is blind. Who can see me? "
"Okay."
The youth agreed happily.
Outside the car window, thunder roared, as if it was the end of the world. Flashes of lightning fell from the surface of the sea, and torrential rain poured down.
The windshield wipers were turned to the maximum, and the vision was blurry.
The car moved slowly, and the line of cars slowly drove into the city.
Through the car window, the old man "looked" at the rain and the flashing lightning outside. His eyes were white, and his pupils were like needles. It looked very strange.
He just sat there quietly, looking at the purple clay teapot with his thumbs. He seemed to be thinking about something, but also seemed to be watching the wild wind and rain.
"Is it that 'one'? Let's take a look. Otherwise, I won't be able to rest in peace, "the old man muttered to himself in an extremely low voice.
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