Chapter 1524 Tianyan Forty-Nine, One of Them Escapes

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

"It's going to be windy." An old man, wearing a Chinese-style jacket, sat on a reclining chair outside the seaside hut, holding a purple clay pot in his hand, said to himself.

There is a letter on the table. For some reason, although the wind was strong, the envelope did not move at all, not even a corner was blown.

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

"Don't go back first, I'll be quiet for a while." The old man leaned back in the reclining chair.

He was small and dry, with white eyes like a blind man.

But his eyes looked directly at the dark clouds at sea, as if seeing a round of Golden Crows through the dark clouds.

For a little while, he had a headache, he pressed his hands on both temples, his dry face was slightly hideous.

The young man stood behind him, put his hands on the old man's temples, and started rubbing it for him.

The wind roared, and the clothes on the boy rattled.

After a long time, the old man's white eyes closed slightly, he sighed, and said, "If you try to covet heaven's secrets, you still have to suffer the punishment in the end."

"Master..." The young man hesitated.

"This is 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 in the strength of his hands be concealed 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 devil's womb, I knew that coveting the heavenly secret would be punished by heaven. As a result, I was blind. This is not a disease, it is not sick."

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 held back.

"What's the matter, you said it." The old man asked leisurely.

"Master, when you talked about the devil's womb, you said that Song Mohao would definitely die." The young man couldn't help but say, "But she is still alive, and the mother and child are safe."

"There are variables, there are four or nine in the sky, and one of the people escapes. The one that is missed is the one."

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

The young man did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but his movements were a little bigger.

The hot tea was spilled on the placket.

"Slow down!" The old man was slightly annoyed, "When will you be able to stand on your own like your senior and second senior brothers!"

"Master, why don't we go and take a look at that person? Besides, didn't Master Song also say it."

"Song Moyan's daoism is not enough to see." The old man tapped the envelope on the table with his finger lightly.

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

"Look at this 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 boy's question, but said irrelevant words.

"Probably not." The boy said: "The road is very good, as long as you don't take the coastal road, it will be fine."

"Yeah, as long as you don't go to the coast, it's fine." The old man sipped the scent of tea and said calmly, "Actually, I'm also curious, who is the person who rescued Song Mohao?"

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

"This person is all fate." The old man said: "But it is a great skill to be able to change fate against the sky. You are right, it is not in the way to take a look. But what about the treatment, hey!"

The teenager was delighted and said, "Master, the frequency of your headaches is getting higher and higher. Take a look, what if it can be cured?"

"It takes too much energy. Do you think it's so easy to open your eyes to see the past and the future? You monkey boy, it will take at least 30 years to achieve this step."

"If you look at it, you'll be blind, 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 voice was small, it was like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, reaching the boy's ears from the whistling sea breeze.

The clouds were densely covered, the strong wind swept the waves, and several people were high, whistling and patted them.

A flash of lightning pierced the sky, as if there were two hands behind the dark cloud, tearing through the darkness.

After a long time, thunder roared and rolled in.

"Let's go." The old man said softly, holding the purple clay pot.

"Okay!" The young man quickly picked up two mino clothes and put them on for the old man.

The letter disappeared from the table at some point.

"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 didn't go these days?"

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

"After Song Moyao gave birth to the devil's womb, I've been feeling restless." The old man put on his robe and strode on the beach, holding the purple clay pot in his hand and rubbing his thumb slightly.

"Every major event needs to be calm." The old man said while walking in the wind and rain: "I have been thinking to myself these days, since Song Mohao's catastrophe can be passed, why can't I pass it?"

"Well, Master is right." The boy said.

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

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

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

"Then I will learn the eyes of the sky and see the real world. Will I be able to see things?" he asked in a low voice.

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

"It's different." The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "You still want to see the real world with that little bit of Taoism? It's not enough."

"That's good, that's good." The boy didn't try to be competitive, but said while touching his chest.

When they 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 a car in the middle, took off his hoodie, and sat on it.

"You and Uncle Chu Shi, just the two of us, don't make a sound." The old man urged.

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

"No." The old man said: "Look at it from a distance and leave, what can happen. I am hidden in the world, in this colorful world, the five colors are blinding, everyone is blind, who can see me. "

"it is good."

The young man happily agreed.

Outside the car window, the roar of thunder sounded like the end of the world. Flashes of lightning fell on the sea level, and torrential rain poured.

The wipers are wide open and vision is blurry.

The traffic was slow, and a group of teams drove slowly into the city.

Through the car window, the old man "looked" at the torrential rain outside and the flashing electric lights. His eyes were white, and his pupils were like the tips of needles. He looked strange.

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

"Is it that one? Take a look at it, or else you will never rest your mind." The old man muttered to himself in a very low voice.