Somewhere, the waves were rolling, and dark clouds covered the sky.
"The wind is going to pick up." An old man, wearing a Chinese-style double-breasted coat, sat on a deck chair outside the beach house, holding a purple clay pot in his hand, and said to himself.
There is a letter on the table. I don't know why, even though the wind was strong, the envelope didn't move at all and didn't blow up at any corner.
"Master, the weather is bad, please go back to the city." A young man whispered respectfully beside him.
"Don't go back yet, I'll be quiet for a while." The old man leaned back in the recliner.
He was thin and withered, and his eyes were white, like a blind man.
But his eyes looked directly at the dark clouds on the sea, as if he saw a golden crow through the dark clouds.
A little while ago, he had a headache. He pressed his hands on his temples, and his withered face looked slightly ferocious.
The young man stood behind him, put his hands on the old man's temples, and began to rub them for him.
The strong wind roared, and the clothes on the young man's body rustled.
After a long time, the old man closed his white eyes slightly, sighed, and said: "If you try to covet the secret of heaven, you will have to bear the punishment of heaven in the end."
"Master..." The young man hesitated to speak.
"This is not a disease." The old man sneered: "Hospital, do you really think they can cure me?"
The young man was obviously unconvinced. Although he didn't say it, the change in the strength of his hand could not be hidden from the old man.
"Two months ago, I opened my heavenly eyes to see Master Song's past and future." The old man said: "The moment I saw the demon fetus, I knew that those who coveted heaven's secrets would be punished by heaven. As a result, I became blind. This is not a disease, it's not sick."
The old man's voice became smaller and smaller, hidden in the sea breeze.
The corners of the young man's mouth moved slightly, but he still endured it.
"What's the matter? You've agreed." The old man asked leisurely.
"Master, when you talked about the devil fetus, you said that Song Moji would definitely die." The young man couldn't help but said: "But she is still alive, and mother and son are safe."
"There are variables. There are four or nine in the sky, and people can escape one of them. The one that was missed is the one." The young man pressed his temples with moderate pressure, and the old man seemed to feel a little more comfortable.
As he spoke, he smiled slightly, picked up the purple clay pot in his hand, and took a sip.
The boy didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but he moved a little louder.
Boiling hot tea was spilled on his clothes.
"Wait a minute!" The old man was slightly angry, "You are so careless, when will you be able to stand on your own like your senior brother and second senior brother!"
"Master, why don't we also go and take a look at that person? Besides, Master Song also said it, didn't he?" The young man said with a straight heart, glanced at the letter on the table, and said anxiously.
"Song Mo's little Taoism is not enough." The old man tapped his fingers lightly on the envelope on the table.
"But you just said that he is the one." The young man retorted.
"Look at the sea breeze, it's getting stronger and stronger. 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 something irrelevant.
"Probably not." The young man said, "The road is very good. As long as we don't take the coastal road, it will be fine."
"Yes, as long as you don't go to the coast, it'll be fine." The old man sipped the fragrance of tea and said leisurely: "Actually, I'm also curious, who is the person who rescued Song Mo Ai?"
"It is said that he is a doctor in the imperial capital."
"This person has his destiny." The old man said: "But being able to change your destiny is a big skill. You are right. It's okay to take a look. But what about curing a disease? Hey!"
The young man was delighted and said: "Master, your headaches are getting more and more frequent. Go take a look. What if it can be cured?"
"The energy consumption is too great. Do you think it is so easy to open your eyes and see the past and the future? You little monkey, it will take you at least thirty years to achieve this step."
"If I would go blind after just one look, I would rather not look at it." The young man muttered.
"Do you think what you see is real? What you see with your mind's eye is the real world." The old man said lightly.
Although the sound was small, it was like morning bells and evening drums, reaching the young man's ears from the roaring sea breeze.
The clouds were thick, and the strong wind rolled up the waves, several people tall, roaring over them.
A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, as if there were hands on the back of the clouds, tearing through the darkness.
After a long time, thunder roared and rolled in.
"Let's go." The old man held the purple clay pot and said softly.
"Okay!" The young man quickly picked up two coir raincoats and put them on for the old man.
The letter disappeared from the table at some point.
"Master, do you want to book a flight 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." The young man said.
"I've been feeling uneasy since Song Mo'an gave birth to the devil's fetus." The old man put on his raincoat and strode along the beach, holding the purple clay pot in his hand and stroking it slightly with his thumb.
"Every big event requires calmness." The old man said while walking in the wind and rain: "In the past few days, Shen thought to himself, if Song Moji can survive the natural disaster, why can't I?"
"Well, Master is right," the young man said.
"Actually, I also know that it is impossible for me to be good. But after all, I am curious and want to see that 'one'."
"Master, is he Tianji?" The young man was a little worried.
"I don't know." The old man shook his head with his hands behind his hands.
"Then after I learn the clairvoyance and see the real world, will I no longer be able to see things?" He asked in a low voice.
It seems that this question has been thought about in my mind many times. At this time, he blurted out, and the whole person felt a lot more relaxed.
"It's different." The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "You still want to see the real world with your modest skills? It's not enough."
"That's good, that's good." The young man was not competitive, but said while touching his chest.
When we arrived at the shore, a row of silver-gray off-road vehicles had been waiting for a long time.
The young man opened the back door of the car in the middle, took off his raincoat, and got in.
"Contact Uncle Chu Shi, just the two of us will go, don't make any noise." The old man warned.
"Master, there will be no problem." The young man was still worried that something would happen.
"No." The old man said: "If you just look at me from a distance, what will happen? I am hidden in the world. In this colorful world, the five colors are blinding. Everyone is blind. Who can see me." "
"good."
The young man agreed happily.
Outside the car window, thunder roared loudly, as if it was the end of the world. Flashes of lightning fell on the sea level, and heavy rain poured down.
The wipers were on full blast and the view was blurry.
The traffic was slow, and a convoy of vehicles drove slowly into the city.
The old man "looked" at the heavy rain outside and the flashing electric light through the car window. His eyes were white and his pupils were like needlepoints. He looked strange.
And he just sat quietly, watching quietly, groping for the purple clay pot with his thumbs. He seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed to be watching the wildness of this stormy night.
"Is it that one? Take a look, otherwise you won't be able to rest in peace." The old man murmured to himself in a very low voice.