Chapter 1574: 1525 Heavenly Derivation Forty-Nine, Man avoids One

1525 Heavenly Derivation Forty-Nine, Man avoids One.

Somewhere, sea waves surged, dark clouds covered the sky and blocked the sun.

"The wind is picking up." An old man wearing a Chinese-style cross-collared outer garment sat on a recliner outside a seaside cottage, holding a purple clay teapot, muttering to himself.

On the table lay a letter. For some reason, although the wind was strong, the envelope remained completely still, not a corner lifted.

"Master, the weather is bad, let's return to the city." A boy respectfully whispered beside him.

"Let's not go back yet, I'll rest a moment." The old man leaned back into the recliner.

He was thin and frail, his eyes a blank white, like a blind man's.

Yet his eyes stared straight at the dark clouds over the sea, as if through them he could see a golden crow.

Soon, he felt a slight headache, pressing his hands on his temples, his withered face twisting slightly.

The boy stood behind him, placed his hands on the old man's temples, and began to massage them.

The fierce wind howled, the boy's clothes flapped loudly.

After a long while, the old man's cloudy eyes slightly closed, he sighed and said, "To rashly covet the heavenly secrets will ultimately bring heavenly punishment."

"Master..." the boy wanted to speak but stopped.

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

The boy was obviously somewhat dissatisfied, though he didn't say so, but the change in pressure of his hands could not be hidden from the old man.

"Two months ago, I opened my heavenly eye to see Song Shi's past and future." The old man said, "The moment I saw the demonic fetus, I knew that coveting the heavenly secrets would bring heavenly punishment. As a result, I went blind. This is not an illness, not an illness."

The old man's voice grew fainter, hidden in the sea wind.

The boy's mouth twitched slightly, but he endured.

"If there's anything, just say it." The old man asked leisurely.

"Master, when you spoke of the demonic fetus, you said Song Mo Xi would surely die." The boy couldn't help but say, "But she is still alive, mother and child safe."

"There is a variable, Heavenly Derivation Forty-Nine, Man avoids One. The oversight is that one." The boy's pressure was moderate, pressing on the temples, the old man seemed a bit more comfortable.

Speaking, he smiled slightly, lifted his purple clay teapot, and took a sip.

The boy didn't know if it was intentional or not, but his movement grew larger.

Scalding tea spilled onto his collar.

"Be careful!" The old man chided, "You clumsy oaf, when will you be able to strike out on your own like your eldest and second senior brothers?"

"Master, why don't we go find that person to take a look? Besides, didn't Song Shi also say that?" The boy spoke bluntly, glancing at the letter on the table, feeling somewhat anxious.

"Song Mo Xi's cultivation level is still not enough to see." The old man lightly tapped the envelope on the table with his finger.

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

"Look at this sea wind, it's getting bigger and bigger; I don't know if we'll be delayed when we return to the city." The old man didn't answer the boy's question, but spoke of unrelated matters.

"It should be fine." The boy said, "The road is good; as long as we don't take the coastal highway, there's no problem."

"That's right, as long as we avoid the coast, there's no problem." The old man savored the tea fragrance, leisurely saying, "Actually, I'm also curious about who rescued Song Mo Xi and brought him back."

"He is said to be a doctor from Di Du."

"This person, it's all fate." The old man said, "But to defy heaven and change fate is a great skill. What you said is not wrong; going to take a look is harmless. But curing illness, hey!"

"The boy felt delighted, saying, 'Master, your headaches are getting more frequent. Let's go take a look; maybe it can be cured.'"

"The mental drain is too great; do you think opening the heavenly eye to see past and future is that easy? You little monkey, you still need at least thirty years to reach this stage."

"If taking a look would blind me, I'd rather not look." The boy muttered.

"Do you think what you see is all real? Only what the mind's eye sees is the true world." The old man said lightly.

Although the voice was soft, it rang like a morning bell and evening drum, carrying from the howling sea wind to the boy's ears.

Dark clouds covered the sky, the wild wind rolled up sea waves several zhang high, howling as they surged forward.

A bolt of lightning tore across the horizon, as if behind the dark clouds there were a pair of hands ripping the black curtain.

After a long while, thunder rumbled, rolling in wave after wave.

"Let's go." The old man said lightly, holding his purple clay teapot.

"Okay!" The boy hurriedly grabbed two raincoats and helped the old man put them on.

That letter had disappeared from the table at some point.

"Master, should we book an Airplane Ticket to Di Du?" The boy urged anxiously.

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

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

"After Song Mo Xi gave birth to the demonic fetus, I have been uneasy." The old man donned a raincoat and strode across the beach, his purple clay teapot in hand, thumb lightly rubbing it.

"Whenever there is a major event, one must calm the spirit." The old man walked through the wind and rain, saying, "These days I have been thinking deeply: since Song Mo Xi's heavenly tribulation passed, why can't mine?"

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

"Actually I also know that this cannot be cured. But after all, I am curious and want to see that 'one'."

"Master, is he the heavenly secret?" The boy felt uneasy.

"I don't know." The old man shook his hands behind his back.

"If I later learn the heavenly eye and see the true world, will I also not be able to see anything?" He asked softly.

It seems this question has been on his mind many times; now blurting it out, he felt much more relaxed.

"Not the same." The old man waved his hand and laughed, "Your little cultivation is not enough to want to see the true world."

"All right, all right." The boy, not seeking to compete, rubbed his chest and said.

Arriving at the shore, a line of silver-gray off-road vehicles had been waiting for a while.

The boy opened the rear door of the middle vehicle, took off his raincoat, and got in.

"You contact Chu Shishu, and we two will go, don't make a fuss." The old man instructed.

"Master, there won't be any problem, right?" The boy still worry about something happening.

"No." The old man said: "Just take a quick look from afar and leave, what could happen. The greatest hidden is hidden in the world; in this flashy world, the five colors blind the eyes, everyone is blind, who can see me."

"Good."

The boy readily agreed.

Outside the car window, thunder roared, as if the apocalypse had arrived. Sheets of lightning fell onto the sea surface, and a torrential downpour poured.

The windshield wipers were at maximum, and visibility was also very blurry.

The vehicles moved slowly, and the motorcade proceeded slowly into the urban area.

The old man, through the car window, "watched" the outside rain and the constantly flashing lightning, his eyes a blank white, his pupils like pinpoints, looking rather strangely.

He just sat there quietly, quietly watching, his thumbs feeling the purple sand pot with both hands. He seemed to be thinking of something, and also seemed to be observing the wildness of this stormy night.

"Is that it? Take a look, otherwise I won't rest in peace." The old man muttered in a very low voice.