Book 1: Chapter 80: Old Age

Book 1: Chapter 80: Old Age

I looked at the turbulent sea and couldnt help thinking that the storm clouds hovering just off shore were very scary. They still looked like a black line now, but once they hit shore, they would look like huge, dark tsunami clouds. We could clearly see the clouds boundaries due to the rain and lightning hanging under them and the sunshine at the edge.

Liu Sang looked at his watch and grabbed the air with his hand. "There are still ten minutes."

"What the fuck are you trying to do? You want to lie to us again? Fatty asked angrily.

Liu Sang didn't look at him, but quietly continued, "Do you think I'd bother coming if Wu Erbai only paid me to lie to you? You guys are really used to thinking you're so special. Those thirty hours were merely dessert. I have serious things to do."

Fatty looked at me and grinned, "This pretentious prick is definitely your Uncle Two's son. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare act like this in front of you."

I looked at Liu Sang. He was sitting upright and still, his whole being exuding an extremely calm aura. I waved my hand. Liu Sang seemed to be in his element, so I wanted to see what he was up to.

Fatty and I sat next to him, but Liu Sang never turned his attention to us again. He watched the storm clouds approach bit by bit and then slowly removed the tarp that was sitting off to the side. It had been covering a shrine with a god inside.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Liu Sang stood up and put the shrine where he had been sitting just now. He then lit three short incense sticks and knelt down. Countless lighting strikes exploded from the dark clouds behind the shrine.

"Little Brother kneels to the mountain and he kneels to the thunder. This is fucking plagiarism, Fatty started to whisper to me. But just before he finished, a loud crack of thunder drowned out his voice and the heavy rain came pouring down. The sound of the rain hitting the sea was so loud that it distorted any sounds that reached our ears.

Liu Sang finished paying his respects and then took out a clipboard from under the shrine and walked to the beach. Oil paper (1) sat on top of the clipboard, which he used to shield his head.

I realized that it wasnt weariness that made me lose my original caution and fear, but an imperceptible conceit that made me look down on life and death. I could no longer feel the compassion and empathy from the old days. In fact, it was what I had been trying to find in recent years. Too many memories, too many experiences, and too many reincarnations made it easy for to me calm down in any situation.

My grandfather said that wise men were always confident that mountains werent mountains and water wasnt water just because thats what they looked like. At that time, I just thought my grandfather was idolizing Zhang Qishan too much.

Later, I realized that this was on a whole different level. It basically meant that people always resisted the bad things and tried to see through the truth. But some people said that mountains were mountains and water was water because thats what they saw.

I suddenly hugged my head and fled back to Fatty's side at the hotel. "What are you doing? He asked me. Whyd you come and go like that? Did you get scared?"

"You have to take cover when it rains," I said.

"Youre practically beaming. When you were listening to the thunder just now, did you hear a cry of ecstasy?" Fatty asked.

"Wheres the nearest vegetable market?" I asked him. Fatty was bewildered for a moment, so I had to explain myself, "Well cook dinner for Uncle Two and the others."

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TN Notes:

(1) Paper made translucent and waterproof by soaking in oil.