Chapter 1525

Somewhere, the waves rolled and the dark clouds covered the sky.

"It's going to wind." An old man, wearing a Chinese jacket, sat on a recliner outside the seaside cabin, holding a purple clay pot in his hand, talking to himself.

There is a letter on the table. Somehow, although the wind was strong, the envelope did not move, and one corner did not blow.

"Master, the weather is bad. Go back to the city." A young man whispered respectfully beside him.

"Don't go back yet. I'll be quiet." The old man leaned back in the recliner.

He was thin and dry, and his eyes were white, like a blind man.

But his eyes looked straight at the dark clouds on the sea, as if he saw a golden cloud through the dark clouds.

A little, he had a headache, pressed his hands on his temples, and his dry face was slightly ferocious.

The boy stood behind him, put his hands on the old man's temples and began to rub him up.

The wind roared and the clothes on the boy made a noise.

For a long time, the old man's white eyes closed slightly, sighed and said, "if you want to covet the secret of heaven, you will finally bear the punishment of heaven."

"Master..." the young man stopped talking.

"It's not a disease." The old man sneered, "hospital, do you really think they can cure me?"

The young man was obviously a little unconvinced. Although he didn't say it, how could the change of strength in his hand be concealed from the old man.

"Two months ago, I opened my eyes to see the past and future of master song." The old man said, "at the moment of seeing the demon fetus, I knew that coveting the secret of heaven would be punished by heaven. As a result, I was blind. This is not a disease, not a disease."

The old man's voice became smaller and smaller, hidden in the sea breeze.

The corners of the boy's mouth moved slightly, but he still endured.

"What's the matter? You have agreed." The old man asked leisurely.

"Master, when you said the devil fetus, you said that song mofax would die." The young man couldn't help saying, "but she's still alive. Mother and son are safe."

"When there are variables, heaven grows forty-nine, and people escape one of the them. That's one that misses calculation." The strength of the young man is moderate. Pressing his temples, the old man seems a little more comfortable.

With that, he smiled, picked up the purple clay pot in his hand, and drank into his mouth.

The boy didn't know whether he was intentional or unintentional, and his action was bigger.

The hot tea sprinkled on the skirt.

"Slow down!" The old man was slightly angry. "When can you be as independent as your eldest and second senior brothers?"

"Master, why don't we go and have a look at that man? Besides, master song also said." The boy looked at the letter on the table and said anxiously.

"Song mofax is not good enough." The old man tapped his finger on the envelope on the desktop.

"But you just said he was that one." The boy retorted.

"You see, the sea breeze is getting stronger and stronger. I don't know if we will be delayed when we return to the city." The old man didn't answer the young man's question, but said irrelevant words.

"Probably not." The young man said, "the road is very good. As long as you don't take the coastal road, you'll have no problem."

"Yes, as long as you don't go along the coast, it's no problem." The old man tasted the tea and said leisurely: "in fact, I'm also curious about who saved the song ink fax?"

"It is said to be a doctor in the imperial capital."

"This man, it's all life." The old man said, "but it's a big skill to change your life against the sky. You're right. It's OK to go and have a look. But cure it, hey!"

The young man was delighted and said, "master, your headache is getting more and more frequent. Go and have a look. What if it can be cured?"

"The mental consumption is too great. Do you think it's so easy to open your eyes and look at the past and future? You monkey son, it will take at least 30 years to do this."

"If I'm blind at a glance, I'd rather not." The boy muttered.

"Do you think what you see is true? What you see in your heart is the real world." The old man said faintly.

Although the sound was small, it was like a morning bell and evening drum, which spread from the roaring sea breeze to the ears of the young man.

The clouds were thick, the wind rolled the waves, and several people were high, whistling and patting over.

A flash of lightning cut through the sky, as if there were two hands on the back of the cloud, tearing the dark curtain.

After a long time, thunder roared and rolled in.

"Let's go." The old man rolled the purple clay pot and said softly.

"Good!" The boy quickly picked up two coir raincoats and put them on for the old man.

I don't know when the letter disappeared from the table.

"Master, do you want to book a ticket to the imperial capital?" The boy roared.

"You." The old man smiled and said, "do you know why I don't go these days?"

"I don't know." Juvenile road.

"After song mofax gave birth to the demon fetus, I have been in a restless mood." The old man put on his coir raincoat and strode along the beach, holding the purple clay pot in his hand and rubbing his thumb slightly.

"You need to calm down every major event." While walking in the wind and rain, the old man said, "Shen thought these days, since the disaster of song ink fax can pass, why can't I pass?"

"Well, master is right." Juvenile road.

"In fact, I know it's impossible for me to be good. But after all, I'm curious and want to see the 'one'."

"Master, is he a secret?" The boy was a little nervous.

"I don't know." The old man shook his head.

"Then I learned the heavenly eye. When I see the real world, will I lose sight of things?" He whispered.

It seems that this question has been in my mind for many times. At this time, he blurted out that the whole person was a lot easier.

"Different." The old man waved his hand and said with a smile, "you are good at Taoism and still want to see the real world? It's not enough."

"That's good, that's good." The boy was not competitive, but touched his chest and said.

When we came to the shore, a row of silver gray off-road vehicles had been waiting for a long time.

The boy opened the back door of the middle car, took off his coir raincoat and sat on it.

"You contact uncle Chu, just the two of us. Don't make a noise." The old man told me.

"Master, there will be no problem." Teenagers are still worried about accidents.

"No." The old man said, "what can I do if I look at it from a distance? I'm hidden in the world. In this colorful world, the colors are blind. Everyone is blind. Who can see me."

"OK."

The boy agreed happily.

Outside the window, the thunder roared as if it was the end of the world. Patches of lightning fell on the sea level and torrential rain poured in.

When the wiper is turned to the maximum, the vision is also very blurred.

The traffic was slow, and a convoy drove slowly into the city.

Through the window, the old man "looked" at the rainstorm outside and the flashing electric light. His eyes were white and his pupils were like the tip of a needle. He looked strange.

And he just sat quietly, watching quietly, groping for the purple clay pot with both hands and thumbs. He seems to be thinking about something, and he seems to be watching the wild of this stormy night.

"Is that so? Take a look, or you will never close your eyes." The old man murmured in a very low voice.