The night is dark and there is no moon.
Wang Lin was lying on the bed in the back room of the shop, beside him, there was a hip flask, and occasionally took a sip. Over the past year, Wang Lin can clearly feel that his mentality has gradually gotten rid of his comprehension. Life, but become like a mortal.
For example, nowadays, he has rarely meditated and vomited. This was impossible before. During those four hundred years of fleeing and killing, he made the spiritual power in his body rotate and exhausted almost all the time. All the time to improve the cultivation level, life is full of intrigue, the weak will feed on the strong, and the slightest carelessness will end up in death.
Moreover, he has almost never lain down to sleep like he does now, even in the middle of the night, he just spends it in meditation.
This kind of life, although irritating|exciting, although irritating| affection, has a trace of regret and a trace of peace. It is incomplete.
But now, in Wang Lin's life, there is no fighting, although it is plain, but it is like a trickle, washing the soul.
This feeling was very unfamiliar to Wang Lin at the beginning, but as time passed slowly, his mentality gradually accepted the status quo and lived his life as a mortal.
After picking up the hip flask and taking a sip, Wang Lin suddenly frowned.
At this moment, outside of his shop, two monks came, and these two people floated quickly like wandering souls. One of them waved his right hand, and Wang Lin's shop door opened silently without any notice. There was a little noise.
The two rushed in, and then, the door of the shop was closed by the wind.
In the shop. The eyes of these two people flickered. Staring at the wood carvings around, there was a look of horror in his eyes. But immediately, the color of horror disappeared. Instead, there is endless greed.
"There are so many magic weapons!" One of the monks took a breath. Easily picked up a statue next to it. Take a look at it. The body shook suddenly. Almost dropped the woodcarving.
The color of greed in his eyes is even stronger. Sleeves flicked. Suddenly the wood carvings on the shelves of the shop. One by one fell into his storage bag.
Another monk. He squatted down. Flip through it in the wooden box on the side. Then suddenly exclaimed. Holding a semi-finished human-shaped wooden sculpture in his hand. His complexion suddenly turned rosy. My throat is sweet. Spit out a big mouthful of blood.
Wood carving in hand. It was quickly thrown away by him. As if the wood carving was an ancient beast, he hurriedly withdrew a few steps.
In fact, it's no wonder he couldn't bear it. This semi-finished wood carving. The person depicted is the Demon Lord of Six Desires. Although it is a semi-finished product. But what is contained in this wood carving is the spiritual power equivalent to the peak of the Yuan Ying period. The cultivation base of this person's alchemy period. It is simply impossible to bear.
Fortunately, he let go of his hand quickly, and the spiritual power within this wood carving was not activated, otherwise, this person would definitely not be as simple as vomiting blood.
The moment the wooden sculpture fell to the ground, it was suddenly grabbed by an invisible big hand, and fell into the hands of Wang Lin, who walked out of the back room. Wang Lin placed the statue aside smoothly, holding the hip flask in his right hand, taking a sip, and said: "A total of four thousand five hundred taels of gold. Bring it."
The moment Wang Lin appeared, the two of them were motionless, staring at Wang Lin in amazement.
Especially the monk who was injured by the spirit within the woodcarving just now, his face was even more pale, and sweat was seen on his forehead.
In the eyes of both of them, Wang Lin appeared too weird. Before entering the shop, the two of them obviously used their spiritual sense to detect them. Although they spotted a person lying in the back room, this person was nothing more than a mortal.
But now, the mortal in their eyes, unexpectedly appeared silently without them noticing it, it was like a bolt from the blue sky, making the two of them shocked.
In addition to the magic weapon of wood carvings that appeared in this shop, even if these two people were stupid, they suddenly understood that the person in front of them must be a senior expert, far beyond the two of them can provoke.
The two glanced at each other, and hurriedly said respectfully in a low voice: "See Senior, this junior is a disciple of the Baiyun Sect, so I am offended today, and I hope Senior Haihan."
"Four thousand five hundred taels of gold, do you have it?" Wang Lin said in a flat voice.
The two looked at each other. As cultivators, if they were spiritual stones, there would still be some, but the currency among mortals, gold and silver, was not that much at this time. Of course, if they were to go back and prepare for a while, then don’t say anything. Four thousand, even forty thousand can be taken out.
Wang Lin saw what the two of them were thinking, sighed, and called with his right hand. He grabbed the storage bag on the monk’s waist and touched it lightly. Suddenly, the monk's complexion turned red and he stepped back. He swallowed a mouthful of blood.
The respectful color in his eyes is even stronger, and Wang Lin's touch has already removed his spiritual knowledge.
With a light shake, all the wooden sculptures inside flew out one by one, and landed on their original positions on the surrounding shelves, without any slight errors, as if they hadn't moved.
"Go back, when you come next time, bring enough gold." Wang Lin said, with a random wave of his right hand, the storage bag was immediately delivered to the monk, and then both of his bodies were involuntarily pushed by force. , Rammed toward the shop door.
At the moment they hit the door, the shop door suddenly opened, and after the two were rolled out, the door closed.
This volume was more than ten miles away. The two monks finally stopped, with unimaginable shock and horror in their eyes. In their eyes, the young people's cultivation was unfathomable.
The two were silent for a while, both secretly crying out for luck, glanced at each other, and then hurriedly left. These two were the two monks in the palace.
They saw the extraordinary woodcarving, and under questioning, they found Xu Tao who was happy, and they came here overnight. Only after experiencing the scene just now, the two of them were already shocked and dared not to hit the shop.
The two of them didn't know that Wang Lin's divine consciousness had been left on their bodies. If they had any thoughts that were not good for Wang Lin, they would be killed by divine consciousness in an instant.
In fact, if the two of them knew Wang Lin, they would feel quite lucky, because if it were placed a year ago, then there would be no way for them to end up except death.
Wang Lin sat in the shop, took a sip of wine, sighed, and muttered to himself: "There have been no murders in a year..." He shook his head, turned back to the back room, and lay down on the bed.
Time is hurried, and another two years have passed in a blink of an eye. This is already Wang Lin's third year in Kyoto.
Daniel grew taller and taller, and his body became stronger. The neighbors around him had a few more households. The owner of the Kongjia cloth workshop also died of a serious illness, and the shop was given to others.
There are some slight wrinkles on the faces of Daniel's parents. Although they are still young, they can't stand the washing of time.
It is worth mentioning that in the past two years, many neighbors in the surrounding area have come up to say pros, and every time, they were turned down by Wang Lin.
Xujiapu's second son also married a wife and gave birth to a fat baby. When Xu Tao came back, he respectfully came to Wang Lin and gave a hundred taels of gold, saying that he was honored by His Royal Highness.
In fact, in the past two years, Xu Tao would come with a large amount of gold every Chinese New Year. Wang Lin did not refuse to accept it.
Spring goes and autumn comes, the sun and the moon alternate. Over the past two years, Wang Lin has seen birth, old age, sickness and death, and he is deeply moved.
In the past two years, he has only meditated and vomited twice. He seldom cares about his own cultivation level. It has been a long time since he has not looked inside. As for the red mist outside of his body, there is only a thin layer left. The layer, all condensed into three red beads, which he put in the storage bag.
According to his analysis, when the fourth red bead condenses, the red mist will all dissipate.
Those two monks came here once in the past two years, and after offering a large amount of mortal gold and silver, they took away three wooden sculptures very respectfully.
In the past two years, Wang Lin's shop has gradually gained fame throughout the west of the city. Although there are not many customers, it is better than not opening for a year.
However, in Wang Lin's shop, the most visited people were extraordinary people, but monks, basically six out of ten people were monks.
Every monk here buys wood carvings with mortal gold and silver. In the past two years, many wood carvings have been sold. Wang Lin has already accumulated a large frame of gold and silver objects.
There are strange people in the west city of Kyoto, and gradually gained a certain reputation in the cultivation world here.
Wang Lin always has a peaceful mind without any change. What he seeks is the mentality of a mortal, to understand the life of a mortal, to feel the reincarnation of the heavens, and the shops are just tools for him to understand the heavens, and the same is true for wood carvings.
At this time, seeing the New Year's Eve approaching, inside the city of Kyoto, with joy, Wang Lin walked out of the shop, sat at the door of the shop, and looked at the pedestrians passing by, revealing deep memories in his eyes.
This is the third year he has spent in Kyoto. Every time he feels different, there is one thing that is unique, and that is his feelings for childhood.
In the iron shop directly opposite the shop, Daniel ran out quickly, holding some fireworks in his hand, and playing with excitement. Seeing Daniel, Wang Lin showed a trace of joy in his eyes. This child has almost been in the past three years. He looked at growing up, from an eleven-year-old boy to a fourteen-year-old boy.
Last year, Daniel couldn't bear his dad's rants and began to learn to wring iron tools, but once he was free, he would still go to Wang Lin to watch him make wood carvings.
Although Daniel does not come often, the pot of fruit wine every day has never been broken.
With the fireworks on, Daniel yelled, ran to Wang Lin and sat down on the icy wooden bench next to him. He didn’t feel cold. Instead, he winked and said: "Uncle Wang, I heard my father say the other day. , Shopkeeper Lu in the east wants to betroth her daughter to you, why don't you agree? I've seen his daughter secretly, and she looks good."
Wang Lin smiled slightly, touched Daniel's head, and said, "Uncle has a wife."
"Ah? Really? Then why haven't I seen it?" The big cow stood up with a stunned look, with a look of surprise on his face.
"She is waiting for me far away. One day, I will find her." There was a trace of tenderness in Wang Lin's eyes, and a female figure appeared in his mind.
"I see, Uncle Wang, you must come to Kyoto to do business, ready to make a lot of money, so you can go back and marry a wife." Daniel said with a smile.