C114 Blind God

I listened intently. "So did he see the sky?"

Mr. Zhao said, "You're asking me, but who should I ask?"

I was a little speechless. "You're a storyteller, don't you know?"

Mr. Zhao said, "No one knows exactly what he saw. He only knew that the old Daoist was watching with rapt attention. He watched for seven days and seven nights in a row. On the seventh day, a strong wind suddenly blew and dark clouds covered the sky. The layer upon layer of dark clouds is getting thicker and thicker, and the mountain top is getting closer and closer. "

"The disciples of the old Daoist heard the faint sound of thunder in the clouds, and also saw lightning flashing in and out of the dark clouds. It looked like the claws of an Azure Dragon, but was also like scales. Therefore, he hurriedly told the old man, "Master, stop looking. It's going to rain. Quickly go in and avoid the rain."

I almost laughed out loud. "Isn't this disciple of the old Daoist too unreliable?" Even a normal person like me knows that this Yun and Lei are abnormal, but this old Taoist's disciple is reminding his master to stay out of the rain? "

Mr. Zhao laughed mischievously. "Eldest Nephew, you don't understand. The old Daoist sat on the mountain for seven days and seven nights without moving. He was completely focused on the sky. He had already entered a meditative state long ago. If you suddenly told him: Master, run, there's lightning coming for you. The old Daoist might be scared witless by him. Thus, at this time, the most important thing was to make the big issue smaller and the small one smaller. Even if the house was burnt down, he could only casually say, "Master, is the fire still warm?"

I forced myself to smile and nodded. "What happened next?"

Mr. Zhao said, "This old man is unmoved, he is still full of energy. Not only is he watching, his hands are also making all kinds of complicated hand seals. The disciples suspect that he has learnt something from the heavens."

"At this time, the lightning overhead became increasingly dense, as if it was ready to strike at any moment. A few of the disciples who were not mentally firm were already afraid and ran down the mountain in a panic. "

"At this critical moment, the old Daoist suddenly shouted and suddenly stood up. He extended his hand to pick out his own eyeballs. After that, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed and the giant lightning that was about to fall also disappeared. "

I listened with my eyes wide open, and imagined the old man shivering again as he gouged out his eyes.

The Mr. Zhao said, "After the old Taoist dug out his eyes, he set up a sect rule: No one is allowed to peep at the sky again. After establishing this rule, he laid on the bed and slept for seven days and seven nights. After waking up, he had his disciples buy wine, meat, and even some beautiful women. "

Originally, I wanted to ask the Mr. Zhao if Taoists could drink and eat meat. However, when I heard what was going on, I felt that something was amiss. Is he a Daoist? And it could also be said that he was someone of virtue and prestige, right? Buying these women wasn't just for pouring tea, right? "

Mr. Zhao said, "Of course not. The old Daoist began to indulge himself in debauchery. When he was done eating, he would undress and take off his clothes with the other women. For a month straight, this has been going on day after day. Those disciples were dumbstruck, and even suspected that their master had been possessed. "

"Later on, the old Daoist's body was emptied. After all, he wasn't young anymore. "That's him, right? He's been cultivating all year round and has been maintaining himself pretty well. If it were anyone else, they would have died a long time ago."

"In short, at that time, the old Daoist felt that he could no longer do as he sent all the women away. Then he lay down on the bed and said to his disciple, "This deity, there's no need to cultivate." Life was short and bitter, so it was better to enjoy it at the right time. Those cultivation methods, if they could destroy them, then they would destroy them. There was no need to harm others anymore. "Leave behind the basics that can help you strengthen your body and help you sleep with a few more women."

My eyes widened as I listened. The Mr. Zhao said, "I am not making this up. This is what the old Taoist said."

I said, "Why did the old Taoist peep into the sky once as if he had changed into a different person?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "Those disciples were also puzzled. Previously, he was afraid of his master and didn't dare to ask. Now, his Master was blind and was about to die. So I dared to ask. "

"The old Taoist pointed to the top of his head and said, 'There is no great happiness in the sky.' And then he died. "

I asked with my eyes wide open, "Is there no bliss in the sky?" What did he see? "

The Mr. Zhao said, "It must be some terrifying thing that has caused him to lose all motivation to cultivate. However, there are also some people who say that this old Daoist did not cultivate enough and did not see the true heavens. He might have seen some evil places like the Hells of Hell or the Hells of Hell and scared himself to death. "

Mr. Zhao threw up his hands, "Anyway, the old Taoist died. From then on, the number of people cultivating became fewer and fewer. On one hand, it was because of what the old Daoist had said. On the other hand, for thousands of years, there had not been a single person who had successfully cultivated it. Rather than wasting time on it, it would be better to just enjoy ourselves at the right time. "

I nodded. "Is the Blind God related to the old Daoist?"

Mr. Zhao nodded his head, "There are some who have given up on cultivation, but there are also some who have not given up. They firmly believed that the old Daoist saw something in the sky. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such a complicated and mysterious handprint. So, they wanted to borrow the old Taoist's eyes. "

Surprised, I asked, "How do I borrow eyes?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "These people took advantage of the temple's funeral to sneak in, opened the coffin at night, and took out the old Daoist's eyes. They then chose a secluded place and used a very strange method to communicate with their eyes."

Mr. Zhao scratched his head: "I'm not sure what the method is. I probably put my eyes into my own hands, then used those eyes to look at the things in the sky."

I curiously asked, "Did they succeed?"

Mr. Zhao said, "It should have succeeded."

"So what did they see?" I asked.

Mr. Zhao thought for a while and said, "I also don't know what he saw. There were a total of seven people who had stolen his eyeball. In the end, these seven people suddenly fell ill and died. Before they died, they didn't leave anything in the sky. "

I asked, "Are those eyes still there?"

Mr. Zhao said: "Originally I was there, but later the old Taoist's disciple dreamt that his master was dreaming. He said that he had offended the heavens because of his eyes. He could not be reborn. He had to suffer daily torture. So let them destroy their eyes. "

"But this eye of yours is indestructible. It's really hard to destroy it." The old Daoist then taught them to find a big pot and boil a pot of boiling water before putting their eyes inside. And then he went to the mortal world and found forty-nine blind people. "

"Let these forty-nine blind people drink water. "After I finished drinking the entire pot, I finally realized that the eyes in the pot had disappeared."

I curiously asked, "Was it eaten by a blind person?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "It probably dissolved in the soup and was drunk by the blind man? In short, when those forty-nine blind men woke up, they had regained their light. "

I replied, "In that case, this old Taoist's merits are boundless."

Mr. Zhao chuckled. "That may not be so. These forty-nine blind people had regained their light. At the same time, the old Daoist had also cleansed his sins, allowing him to be reincarnated. However, after that, there was a rumor that the eyes of these forty-nine people were borrowed from the old Daoist. The eye was divided into 49 parts, and the effect was greatly reduced. Although one could not look at the heavens, one could still look at the mortal world. These forty-nine blind people had nicknames called blind gods. That is, they are blind, but they have the eyes of a god. "

"In a very short period of time, these forty-nine blind people were killed. Their eyes were gouged out and ended up in the hands of the powerful. "

"Quan Gui placed his eyes in the tomb chamber, learned the evil arts of the seven thief, communicated with the eyes, and used it to pry into the human world. In this way, even though the powerful official was dead, the soul could still see everything in the mortal world. Of course, these are all legends. No one would be able to tell whether or not they actually saw it. "

I pointed at the picture above me and said, "Could it be that there is an eye on top of this?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "The contents of the painting are indeed a blind god. I'm not sure if they have eyes, but I know that ancient head will definitely be able to see us. He stole so many tombs, maybe he really did get an eye. "

Speaking to here, the Mr. Zhao began to mutter: "Even if the ancient head wanted to hide and peek, there's no need to use a blind god, right? You've gone through so much trouble, don't you think you're making a big fuss over nothing? "

I suddenly thought of something and asked Mr. Zhao in bewilderment, "Didn't you lose your memories? How do you know these stories? "

Mr. Zhao rolled his eyes and said, "I lost my memory, but I didn't become an idiot. I saw something I used to know, and I thought it might be worth a second look. "

I only said "oh" and didn't say anything else. Actually, at this moment, all I could think of was that old Taoist. What did he see? What was in the sky?

Suddenly, I heard a muffled sound. I turned my head to look and saw that the old woman who was just eating a bowl of noodles had disappeared. As for the young man, he had long since disappeared from sight.

I looked around again and saw that the customers in the noodle shop were disappearing one by one. In the end, only A Chang's grandmother and the waitress were left, but even these two people had become more and more transparent.

A Chang seemed to not notice at all and continued to ask while smiling: "Grandma, is this noodles delicious?"

A Chang's grandmother picked up the noodles and stuffed them into his mouth. The noodles fell to the ground.

I saw that the old woman's upper body was suspended in the air, her lower body gone. However, she still nodded benevolently and smiled, "Delicious, delicious."

A Chang rubbed his eyes, "I've finally let you eat it. "You don't know me all these years, but every time I think about it, I feel very sad …"

Before he could finish, the old lady disappeared.

A Chang panicked and called out, "Grandmother!"

The servant by the side patted A Chang's head and sighed: "People are like this, when there is a gathering, there will be scattered people."

A Chang turned his head, wanting to lean his tear-stained face on the waiter. But the waiter had also disappeared.

A Chang stood up, at a loss, and asked us: "What's going on?"

We didn't speak. A Chang looked around and his expression suddenly changed. He then looked up above his head, and stared straight at the Braille God for a long time. Suddenly, he became furious, and shouted towards the sky, "Who is watching me?"

The house was quiet, no one came out to answer A Chang.

I whispered to the Mr. Zhao, "Isn't it time to make a move? Why hasn't Grandpa Gu appeared yet? "

Mr. Zhao's face was extremely ugly, "This old fox, no wonder he used the Blind God. I think he doesn't want to come out anymore, he wants to hide far away and watch the show and let us take action. Even if he had to turn the world upside down, it wouldn't be able to hurt him. In any case, his eyes are not what the ancient head himself looks like, so he wouldn't be injured even if he were to be destroyed. "