He smiled and said: "You still have peach blossoms at this age, and you still burp farts. With peach blossoms moisturizing you, you should be able to live for many more years."

The old master said: "This does not sound very serious."

At this moment, Master Qian's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he ordered outside: "Stop the car."

The driver didn't know what happened and stopped the carriage quickly.

Mr. Qian opened the car door and hurried out, and at a glance he saw a blind man standing on one side of the street.

He is a blind man, because his eyes are like cloudy crystals, but he is not blind, because there seems to be nothing in the world that he cannot see clearly.

The moment Master Qian got out of the car, the blind man lifted his robe and knelt down on the ground.

"Disciple bows to the Master."

Mr. Qian walked a few steps to the blind man and looked at the eyes carefully. In this moment, Mr. Qian's eyes were filled with tears.

"Your eyes..."

"Master, this disciple's eyes are fine."

"I want to see if I can give you medical treatment..."

"Master, no need."

The blind man smiled and said: "My eyes are like this. I can't see her but my eyes are full of her. If I am really cured by Master, my eyes are full of her but not her."

Mr. Qian nodded heavily: "It's all up to you. If you don't want to be treated, I won't be treated."

Mr. Qian took the blind man's hand and said, "Get in the car with Master and let's chat more."

The blind man shook his head again and said: "Master, I just came to see Master. Once I see you, I feel at ease. But I still have to go back. I should come and I should leave."

Mr. Qian sighed softly, let go of his hand and said, "Would you like to tell me where you live?"

The blind man thought for a while and finally revealed his address. He didn't want to hide anything, he just didn't want to be disturbed. Although the person in front of him was his master, in his heart he didn't want to be disturbed because he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone.

Mr. Qian said: "If your eyes don't want to be cured, just treat it. But if you have depression in your heart, if it's not cured..."

The blind man laughed and said: "The master is more obsessed than the disciple. This is not depression, it is just the disciple's destiny."

Mr. Qian was silent for a long time and nodded.

The blind man took two steps back and knelt down again: "Master goes to where he should go, and it's time for the disciple to go back."

Master Qian helped him up again, nodded and said, "Go ahead. Among all my disciples, you are the only one with a delicate heart, but I didn't expect that you are the only one who is so stubborn."

The blind man smiled, turned around and left without responding.

Back on the carriage, Mr. Qian's expression became obviously gloomy. The old headmaster looked at the blind man walking away from the window. He couldn't help but admired: "What kind of exquisite heart does he have? His heart is pure.

People are pure people.”

Master Qian sighed and said, "I originally thought that among my disciples, Liu Jigong is the one who can revolutionize the world, and he is the one who can become a saint."

The old master taught: "He has already become a saint, but he is not a saint in the eyes of you and me. But there should not be only one kind of saint in this world."
Chapter completed!