Wang Lin rented a shop on this street.

Then he began to carve things. With a small carving knife in his hand, which was very stable, he carved out a monster beast.

When he rented this shop, he took a few curious glances at it when passing by the neighbors. Standing on the street, he could only see a few empty shelves in this shop.

I saw the young shopkeeper holding a knife and a piece of wood in the shop, sitting there all day long.

At first, the neighbors didn't know what kind of store this was.

A month later, when people saw some strange animals on the originally empty wooden frame, they all understood.

This is a shop selling wood carvings.

It turns out that young man is a craftsman who knows wood carving.

Opposite Wang Lin's wood carving shop is a blacksmith shop.

The owners of the blacksmith shop are a couple who have a child, about ten years old, with bright black eyes. At that age, the child is interested in seeing these strange and weird things, so he often comes over to look at them after finishing their work in the blacksmith shop.

This young uncle carves something.

Sometimes he would stand outside the wood carving shop for half a day.

Wang Lin didn't chase him away either.

As time passed, the child was no longer afraid of giving birth, so he boldly walked in to talk to Wang Lin and curiously asked what those carvings were.

Wang Lin greeted with a smile.

The child's name is Zeng Daniu.

A very simple name.

…

Zeng Daniu rested his chin on his hands, lying on the counter, staring at the flexible knife in Wang Lin's hand with his dark eyes, watching the monster beast taking shape in Wang Lin's hand.

"Uncle, I also want to learn your craft. I think it is much more fun than my father's blacksmithing craft." Daniel said enviously.

Wang Lin smiled gently and said, "You can't learn my wood carving."

Zeng Daniu frowned, "My father said that I learn things very quickly."

Wang Lin smiled and said nothing, then shook his head.

He had long seen that this child had no spiritual roots.

Without spiritual roots, it is naturally impossible to practice.

Naturally, he couldn't learn the monk's wood carving.

At this time, Wang Lin suddenly stopped the carving knife, his eyes looked slightly surprised, and he looked in one direction.

When Daniel saw that the young uncle suddenly stopped his carving knife and looked in one direction, he followed his gaze out of curiosity.

I saw a guest coming across from the carpenter's shop, which was the child's blacksmith shop.

The guest was wearing plain white clothes that had been washed and turned yellow. He was holding a white flag in his hand and wrote "Nine out of ten hexagrams". He was standing in front of the blacksmith shop and talking to Daniel's father.

The child looked at Wang Lin and whispered: "That fortune teller seems to have come to the capital two years ago. But my father said that he often travels around the inner city and rarely comes to this street. Everyone says he

Hanging up that sign is a self-defeating sign, but my father seems to have said that there are rumors in the inner city that he is capable of making money, and I don’t know why.”

Perhaps it is precisely because this thing is a bit strange that it naturally arouses some curiosity, so that children like this have heard of this strange person and strange news.

Although the blacksmith shop opposite was about ten steps away, what the middle-aged fortune teller and Daniel's father said still reached Wang Lin's ears.

They were just ordinary conversations.

The middle-aged fortune teller wanted to re-forge the iron pole covered with fortune-telling flags in his hand, so he came to the blacksmith shop.

Wang Lin saw that the middle part of the banner was bent a lot, but before, the fortune teller had held it with his hands, making it difficult to see clearly.

Looking at the marks on the bend, it seemed like someone had kicked it.

Then he joined forces with Daniel and said that the fortune teller was originally in the inner city, but now he is in the outer city. It is easy for people to think that this fortune teller has offended someone in the inner city, so he can't survive.

Wang Lin started carving wood again.

Logically speaking, the fortune teller was on the third level of qi training, and the banner pole was bent a lot, so he wouldn't have to go to a blacksmith shop and could repair it by using his spiritual power.

However, Wang Lin, who has seen all aspects of life, does not seem to be surprised.

This physiognomist was obviously the kind of person who accidentally got some chance and unexpectedly stepped into the path of practice. However, he had no choice but to only enter the third level of Qi training and then make no further progress. There were no more spiritual stones to supply practice, so he had no choice but to

I work hard to accumulate some spiritual energy through inhalation and exhalation on weekdays.

And the spiritual power of the third level of Qi training is only a little bit. It doesn't take much thinking to know that the physiognomist is reluctant to part with the spiritual power for repairing ordinary iron.

Wang Lin did not suspect that there was anything wrong with the fortune teller.

Although there was something fishy about the slovenly, white-haired old man, Wang Lin was still a little strangely convinced by his vision of ruining a person's cultivation.

The strange old man glanced at the physiognomist twice and was absolutely certain that he was a young monk with only the third level of Qi training.

However, Wang Lin, who was carving the wooden block in his hand, subconsciously heard a few words that made him feel strange.

In front of the blacksmith shop opposite.

"Sir, your hexagram..."

Daniel's father took over the job of repairing the flag frame, but when he saw those five words, he couldn't help but ask.

The fortune teller chuckled, losing some of the arrogance he had in the restaurant, and said: "This hexagram of mine is strange. I might as well explain it to you, the blacksmith. The reason why my banner says 'nine out of ten hexagrams' is written on it.

That’s because if I don’t succeed in my calculation nine times, I will definitely succeed in the tenth time.”

Daniel's father was doubtful.

Wang Lin felt calm after hearing these words.

It was originally an unintentional guess on my part, but I didn't expect that the five words on the fortune teller's banner actually meant this.

But he did not comment on whether the fortune teller's words were true or false.

The child Zeng Daniu had already run back home out of curiosity. He happened to hear this sentence and asked, "Really? Is it true that you will definitely win when you tell the tenth hexagram?"

"Then you can tell my dad what the weather will be like the day after tomorrow. My dad has to go to the mine to get some iron and stone. If the weather is bad, he won't be able to come back on the same day."

Daniel's father immediately said: "Children say whatever they want, sir, don't mind."

On the other hand, the fortune teller looked at the curved flag poles lined up beside the stove, was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "I just happened to have calculated the ninth hexagram these days, and the next hexagram will be the tenth hexagram. Read on

For the sake of helping me fix the problem, I will give you a fortune for free."

As soon as he heard "free", Daniel's father's eyebrows relaxed and he quickly laughed and said: "I'll bother you, sir."

The fortune teller shook his head, indicating that it was okay, then took a few steps back, took out a turtle shell and several handfuls of copper coins from his waist, performed a divination ritual, then shook out the copper coins from the turtle shell, and placed them on the ground according to their directions.

After lining up, he squatted down slightly and stared at the six copper coins on the ground for a long time.

Daniel's father and Daniel also looked at the six copper coins curiously.

It looked like a hexagon, but it was more profound. Naturally, the father and son couldn't understand it.

Wang Lin didn't pay attention at all. He didn't even look at the hexagram surface and was minding his own business carving things in the shop.

Destiny is so elusive. Not to mention a young monk at the third level of Qi training, even he, or monks who are thousands of times stronger than him, can't grasp it. When it comes to divination, it is the most fake thing in the world of cultivation.

something.

Daniel's father stared at the six copper coins. Naturally, he could not see the meaning or mystery, so he waited for the fortune teller to explain.

However, the fortune teller suddenly raised his head, stood up, and said slowly: "There will be heavy rain the next day, so it is not suitable to travel. If you really want to travel, you can't take the small road, you need to take the official road."

Wang Lin shook his head inwardly after hearing these words.

But Daniel's father looked at the fortune teller with doubts.

The fortune teller put away the tortoise shell and the copper coins: "Now that the divination is over, how long will it take for me to get better?"

Daniel's father scratched his head and said, "It stands to reason that he will be fine today. It just depends on whether you are willing to wait."

The middle-aged fortune teller frowned slightly, then thought for a moment and said: "Forget it, I'll give you the deposit first. You can leave it after you finish it. I will pick it up in two days."

He took out two coins from his sleeves and left a deposit for the blacksmith shop. When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the wood carving shop where Wang Lin was, but he only glanced at it twice and left the same way without looking any further.

"Dad, the fortune teller said it will rain the day after tomorrow, and what else..." Da Niu Tong spoke without restraint, immediately raised his head and spoke with widened black eyes.

Daniu's father smiled and touched his son's head, saying: "It's just a free hexagram, don't take it seriously, don't worry..."

Wang Lin originally didn't want to care about this matter, but after seeing the child across the street, his attention fell on the simple black eyes, looking at his father...
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