Somewhere, the waves are rolling, and dark clouds cover the sky and the sun.

"It's going to be windy." An old man, wearing a Chinese double-breasted coat, sat on a lounge chair outside the beach hut, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, and said to himself.

On the table, there was a letter. For some reason, although the wind was strong, the envelope did not move at all and did not blow at all.

"Master, the weather is not good, go back to the city." A young man whispered respectfully beside him.

"I won't go back now, I'll calm down." The old man leaned into the lounge chair.

He is thin, dry, and his eyes are white, like a blind man.

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

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

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

The wind roared, and the boy's clothes roared.

After a long time, the old man's white eyes closed slightly, he sighed, and said, "I want to covet the secret of heaven, but in the end I have to bear the punishment of heaven."

"Master..." The young man wanted to speak but stopped.

"This is not a disease." The old man sneered: "Hospital, do you really think they can cure me?"

The boy was obviously a little dissatisfied. Although he didn't say anything, how could he hide the change in his hands from the old man?

"Two months ago, I opened my eyes to see Master Song's past and future." The old man said: "The moment I saw the demon fetus, I knew that coveting Tianji was to be punished by God. As a result, I became blind. This is not a disease, not a disease."

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

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

"If there is something, you have agreed." The old man asked Youran.

"Master, when you talked about the devil's fetus, you said that Song Mo's devil will definitely die." The young man couldn't help but say: "But she is still alive, and the mother and son are safe."

"There are variables, the sky is four or nine, and the person escapes one. The one who misses the calculation is that one." The young man's strength was moderate, pressing his temple, and the old man seemed to feel a little more comfortable.

As he said that, he smiled slightly, picked up the purple clay teapot in his hand, and took a sip in his mouth.

The boy didn't know whether he was intentional or unintentional, but he had a little more action.

Hot tea sprinkled on the lapels of clothes.

"Slow down!" the old man was slightly angry, "I'm so frivolous. When can I start my own business like your senior brother or second brother!"

"Master, why don't we go and look at that person? Besides, did Master Song say that too?" The young man said frankly, glanced at the letter on the table, and said anxiously.

"Song Mo's little Taoist practice is not enough." The old man gently tapped his finger on the envelope on the table.

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

"Look at the sea breeze, it's getting stronger and stronger, and I don't know if we will be delayed when we return to the city." The old man did not answer the young man's question, but said irrelevant words.

"It shouldn't be." The boy said: "The road is very good, as long as you don't take the coastal highway, there's no problem."

"Yes, as long as you don't go along the coast, there's no problem." The old man tasted the fragrance of tea and said lightly: "Actually, I'm also curious. Who was the one who rescued Song Moqian?"

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

"This person is all fate." The old man said: "But he can change his fate against the will of heaven, but he is a great skill. You are right. You are not wrong. Going to take a look at it will not cause trouble. But treating the disease, hey!"

The boy was delighted and said, "Master, your headaches are getting more and more frequent. Go and take a look, what if it can be cured?"

"The mental consumption is too great. Do you think it is so easy to open the sky eye and look at the future? You monkey, it will take at least thirty years to achieve this."

"If I just look at it, I'd rather not look at it." The boy muttered.

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

Although the sound was small, it was like a morning bell and evening drum, which came from the howling sea breeze to the young man's ears.

The clouds were covered with clouds, the strong wind was blowing the waves, and a few people were whistling and whistling to shoot.

A flash of lightning broke through the sky, as if there were hands on the back of the clouds, tearing the dark side.

After a long time, thunder roared and rolled in.

"Let's go." The old man said softly, wearing a purple clay pot.

"Okay!" The young man quickly picked up two straw 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 plane ticket to the imperial capital?" the young man said anxiously.

"You." The old man smiled slightly and said, "Do you know why I haven't gone these days?"

"I don't know." said the boy.

"I was always upset after Song Moye gave birth to a demon fetus." The old man put on a straw raincoat and strolled on the beach. He held the purple clay pot in his hand and rubbed his thumb slightly.

"We need to calm down whenever there is a big event." The old man said while walking in the wind and rain: "I thought to myself these days, since Song Mo's heavenly tribulation can be passed, why can't I pass it?"

"Well, Master is right." The young man said.

"Actually, I know that this is impossible for me to be good. But after all, I am curious and want to see that 'i'."

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

"I don't know." The old man shook his head with his hands in his arms.

"Then I learned the sky eye from now on. Will I be unable to see anything when I see the real world?" he asked in a low voice.

It seems that this question has been thought about in my mind many times. At this time, I blurted out and felt much more relaxed.

"It's different." The old man waved his hand and smiled, "You are still thinking about seeing the real world? It's not enough."

"That's good, that's good." The boy said without competing, but touched his chest.

When I arrived at the shore, a row of silver-gray off-road vehicles had been waiting for a long time.

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

"If you contact Uncle Chu Shi, let's go, don't make a statement." The old man reminded.

"Master, there will be no problem." The boy was still worried that something would happen.

"No." The old man said, "Let's go away at a distance, what can happen? It's so big that it's hidden in the world. In this colorful world, the five colors make people blind. Everyone is blind, who can see me?"

"good."

The boy agreed happily.

Outside the car window, thunder roared loudly, as if it was the end of the world. Thousands of lightning fell on the sea level, and heavy rain poured in.

The wiper is turned on to the maximum and the field of view is also blurred.

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

The old man looked through the car window and looked at the heavy rain outside and the flashing light. His eyes were white, and his pupils were like needle tips, looking very strange.

And he just sat quietly, watching quietly, fumbled with his thumbs of the purple clay pot. He seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed to be watching the wildness of this stormy night.
Chapter completed!