It's an ordinary summer, a familiar sunset, and the streets are bustling with people.

I sat at the counter, deprived and sleepy, fiddling with my phone and casually watching the guests gossiping at the coffee table.

They are all experts in drinking tea, choosing tea, choosing water, cooking tea, they are all familiar with the road, tea clips, teaspoons, tea needles, they are handy. Brew tea and gossip, and be content. My boss is more of an outsider.

The strange man in the incense shop next door is still sitting in the southernmost position by the window along the street, his figure is dim in the sun, and his shop has no business, so he likes to come to my tea shop to drink tea. 9 to 5, he has maintained such a regular life for three full days.

Three days ago, this strange man opened an incense shop in the shop next door to me: Ping An Jitai Incense Shop. I don't know what you think, but I don't know what you think, but next to a quiet and elegant tea shop, a comprehensive incense shop that plays weird music on a loop and integrates fortune telling, feng shui, and presiding over the yin. Isn't this picture very inconsistent?

I didn't go to celebrate him, it was natural, even though he was my neighbor. A person who is either ignorant or scheming, but the final result is to destroy my feng shui and cut off my financial route, my indifference is nothing. As a result, this man may be out of revenge, since the day he opened, he has been stationed with me for a long time, and his own shop is indifferent, I can not help but pick up the wind for his opening, but he is a customer drinking tea in my store, and I can't help but entertain him. Even if you hate him to the extreme, you still can't help but make him tea very respectfully.

He looked about my age, with slightly curly hair, dull yellow skin, a thick, sloppy beard on his cheeks, and always dressed in a gray coat, even if it was a hot dog day, and every day he came with a tortoise shell and a thick dictionary.

He didn't speak, just served two pots of tea every day, and looked out the window melancholy, watching the people coming and going outside the window, watching the traffic passing by, but he never looked at me, so I still haven't seen his face completely.

But today, it seems that all this is changing.

I could clearly see him waving at me and motioning for me to sit across from him. It's just that he still keeps his head down, and his messy hair covers his eyes.

"Willow Springs?" When he suddenly called out my name, I was so startled that I couldn't help but nod my head.

I carefully poured the rest of the tea from the teapot into his teacup, and the hot air rose to his face, but he still sat there peacefully, and I couldn't help but marvel at the calm and relaxed expression. The man didn't seem to be aware at all!

"Old friends are so indifferent when they meet." He said smugly, finally willing to look up at me. "It's a shame that the world is embarrassed."

I was a little surprised, under the thick black hair, there was a handsome face, and the deep eyes seemed to have experienced all the suffering and sorrow in the world. But what was even more terrifying was his inexplicable remark just now. Old friends? I've never seen such a weirdo.

"How about I give you a hexagram?" He reached out and grabbed my hand, not giving me a chance to think about it at all.

He lifted the teacup on tiptoe in his right hand and poured a few drops of tea into my palm, the hot tea causing a wave of pain. "What are you doing!"

The strange man didn't answer me anything, but lowered his head and muttered a few strange words to himself. "There are regrets, regrets are regrets."

Suddenly, I felt a soreness in my palm, and I lost consciousness for a moment, and it was like a ball of cotton, and I could see it with both eyes, and the water flowed on its own in my palm, as if it had been given life.

"Lately, have you always had nightmares, always have some unrealistic fantasies, and always see some ugly things that are hard to talk about?" His voice was low, sending chills down my back.

"Yes...... Be. "This strange man is right, and I still have a lingering feeling when I think of last night's nightmare.

"If you continue like this, you will be in great trouble in a few days."

"I ...... What will be difficult for me? ”

This strange man said four words seriously: ****!

While the strange man was talking to me, there were several people standing at our table, and they were also full of curiosity about the owner of the incense shop who had moved from nowhere.

But hearing what he said just now, several customers laughed all of a sudden, and they laughed so much that they couldn't close their mouths.

"Boss, do you still believe this weirdo? Do you think he looks like a fortune teller? ”

"I will also say this, you are black? Disaster is coming. ”

"But have you ever heard of the **** disaster?"

"I don't think it's a disaster, but a great joy."

"Master, I want to **** too."

These people make me dizzy. I ignored the ridicule of the people around me, because the strange man's actions just now really scared me, so that my voice began to tremble slightly. "Master, you are indeed a little delirious during this time, I ...... What am I going to do? ”

The man took a sip of tea and said only two words. "Wait for death."

I was suddenly a little angry, and I just wanted to scatter the teacup of water on his head without leaking, but at this moment his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, pressing on my right hand, and I couldn't move at all.

"Or do as I say."

I was relieved that this man was just gasping for air. "Master, whatever you ask, I will do it."

"You haven't touched a woman for too long, and you need a woman to pick yin and yang for you."

"This ......"

"Ordinary women are far from enough, you need to go far away to find a strange woman."

After saying these few words, the tea guests laughed even more maniacally. "It's so funny, this Taoist priest! I'm going to talk about it. ”

The summer sun slowly poured into the tea room, and the dust in the air was rendered to the ground, and his deep face looked like a statue in the sunlight.

The two of us asked and answered, and at first the people were still making fun, but the more they listened to it, the more they couldn't understand what they were talking about, and they could only continue to talk and drink tea with no interest.

Seeing that everyone had dispersed, he slowly picked up a piece of tea that had just fallen from the table and put it on the pool of tea in my palm.

The tea leaves moved on their own on the water, and it kept spinning, turning faster and faster, as if it were a dead watchhand.

The man tapped lightly on the tea table, and in an instant the tea leaves stopped turning. "Well, Zhendong!"

"This ......"

"If you listen to me, get up in three days and travel to one of the easternmost islands."

"The easternmost island? Qingdao? The man's words were always misty, and they were so awkward that they sounded awkward.

The man nodded slightly, gave me another blank look, and then suddenly stood up, put away his dictionary and turtle shell that were lying aside, and walked out of the house without looking back.

"Master, I've never heard of tourism as a way to avoid disasters."

"If you believe me, follow me." Walking to the door, he stopped and said this.

Then his figure disappeared in an instant into the brilliant sunset outside the house.

I followed him to the incense shop, and a dull breath arose in my chest.

His incense shop was more bizarre and complicated than I had imagined, I had peeked outside the door before, and I could only see some strange sculptures, but when I walked in and looked closely, I found that the surrounding walls were covered with various paintings. These symbols don't look like Chinese characters, a bit like stick figures but with a few words in shape, and there is an indescribable rhythm in the scribble.

Directly in front of the door was a statue of a unicorn, as tall as a man. The knife was so delicate and ingenious that I could faintly see the scales on its body and the fangs in its mouth at the door. The statue was green and shimmering with a faint light, and there seemed to be a clear spring flowing in the green, and its two front feet were just in the air, as if they were rushing towards me in an instant.

"My mount, Chlorite." The man pointed to the unicorn. "This era is no longer suitable for it to move freely, so most of the time he exists in the form of a statue."

"I have one at home, but it's a little smaller than yours."

He shook his head. "This is probably the last unicorn in the world."

Seeing that I didn't react much, he stopped introducing me and turned around and walked to the inner room of the incense shop, "I'll go get something. ”

I knew that I was not very familiar with this man, and it was inconvenient to go to his bedroom, so I stood next to the unicorn statue and waited for him.

He spent a long time in his bedroom, and before it was getting dark, before I knew it, I was distracted, and I was resting against the statue. Suddenly, I was awakened by a deep voice, which sounded as if it were coming from the ground and from the sky, coming from two opposite directions, and then intertwining at my eardrums, violently colliding to produce the most indescribable frequencies.

"Stay away from me!"

I know the voice certainly wasn't coming from the weird man. I had a hunch that the sound was coming from this unicorn statue beside me. I looked down at the statue, and sure enough, its eyes were glowing, casting a reddish halo. But those two bits of light were fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, its eyes went out, as if nothing had happened.

What the hell, can the statue still speak? Is it my hallucination again?

Seeing the man coming out of the inner room, I hurriedly asked. "Master, this statue of yours seems to be able to speak."

The man nodded. "Don't touch her, she's clean."

As he spoke, he handed me a sachet and said in silence for a long time. "A token. I hope you can help me forward it. ”

The texture of this sachet is very coarse, it is the color of the goods of the roadside stall, or even worse, and it feels dirty when you hold it in your hand.

"This is an old friend entrusted to me on his deathbed to pass on to an old friend, if you do me this favor, I will naturally be safe."

"Master, who are you going to pass it on?"

"Handed over to the owner of this sachet, a person whose name I don't know either, you will naturally meet her when fate comes."

It's really a foggy conversation, a person who doesn't know his name, so where do I go to find it, is it difficult to ask when I see someone in Qingdao? It's really hard to communicate with this kind of person.。。

I looked at the sachet again, and there was indeed something new, there were a few strange characters on the side of the sachet: aroha koa, and the sachet seemed to contain something strange, like a piece of paper.

"What does that mean?"

The man just shook his head in silence.

I was about to open the sachet to find out, but the man immediately stopped me.

"It's someone else's stuff, so it's better not to open it now."

"This ......"

"Okay, let's go, I'm going to cultivate." The man didn't give me a chance to speak, so he pulled me up from my chair stiffly.

"Wait!" I stood up and quickly stopped him. "Master, you preach for me, although it sounds fake, but I still want to thank you, we will all be neighbors in the future, we will know each other, I hope you can tell me your name."

"Name?" The man scratched his hair, his face tangled. "I have a lot of names, and I don't know which one to tell you."

"That's okay, my name is Ah Zuo, and you can call me Dao Chang Zuo in the future."

After that, I was pushed out of the room by him.

As soon as I left this incense shop, I immediately felt that the air was much fresher.