The fortune teller walked out of Wang Lin's wood carving shop.

The night is already deep.

He was walking alone on the deserted and deserted streets, his figure swaying, holding the fortune-telling flag in his hand.

At this moment, he had confused thoughts flickering in his mind.

"If I tell him, what will happen?"

The fortune teller asked himself in his mind, as if he was asking about another powerful will that had fleetingly passed that day.

Today's story has always been the biggest secret in the heart of the fortune teller.

The source of his ability.

No one in his life had ever told anyone about this dream he had had for forty years. When he woke up from the dream for the first time when he was six years old, he no longer had the mind of a six-year-old child. He had experienced that kind of thing in his dream.

In a realistic life, his mental age is almost the same as that of a person in his 70s or 80s.

The reason why he told Wang Lin this dream today was not just because Wang Lin's powerful cultivation skills made him feel fearful.

A deeper reason.

It's some kind of guidance that comes from deep within his heart.

Ask him to tell Wang Lin this dream.

It was none other than Wang Lin.

Although the fortune teller didn't understand why, he just vaguely felt that after telling this person, this dream would have some kind of different effect.

But as for the specific effects, he had no idea.

He only knew that this person must be Wang Lin.

The fortune teller was hit by the cold wind on the street, so he woke up a lot after drinking, so he wandered back to his residence.

…

In the wood carving shop.

Wang Lin was deep in thought, occasionally glancing out the window, his consciousness still closely observing the fortune teller who had walked to another street and walked into the house.

"Is his dream just a dream?"

Hear the strange and realistic life experiences.

In addition, the fortune-telling ability of the fortune teller is unique.

No cultivator would think that it was just an ordinary dream.

"The cultivation sect he mentioned..."

Wang Lin wanted to find out whether the sect he belonged to in the dream that the fortune teller said really existed.

However, according to the fortune teller, he once had this idea, but due to the fact that he had never heard of the country and cultivation sect he was in in the dream, he naturally had no way of checking it out.

It seems quite reasonable.

This physiognomist's cultivation level is only at the third level of Qi training. In addition to being able to cast some small spells such as fireball, on this vast cultivation star, with his cultivation level, he may not be able to leave for the rest of his life.

Complete dozens of countries.

The large and small countries on Suzaku Star are divided into cultivating countries and ordinary countries. They add up to tens of thousands of countries. If he, a young monk at the third level of Qi training, were asked to investigate, he might not be able to see them in a few lifetimes.

Can find clues.

Although Wang Lin was aroused by the dream of the fortune teller, and felt that this dream seemed not simple, and he was enthusiastic about the power of fortune telling, at this time, he was at the critical point of his cultivation.

I have decided to become a mortal here, and I have already taken this step. If I give up halfway, it will have an important impact on the state of mind I have finally cultivated, and on my future practice.

If you are tempted by this matter now and cannot help but check it out, you will undoubtedly leave behind the most important thing of self-cultivation.

"After I transform into a god, I will definitely check it out if I have the opportunity. Maybe I can get some different opportunities!"

Wang Lin was talking to himself.

…………

Ten days have passed again.

The fortune teller came to Wang Lin's wood carving shop again to calculate the second hexagram for Wang Lin.

After calculating this second hexagram.

Wang Lin was silent for a long time.

Finally, he gave the best-quality wood carving that he carved in the shop to the fortune teller.

"I may have to settle down on this street in the future, and I will need more care from you." The fortune teller nodded slightly and accepted the wood carving.

"Don't worry, I won't disturb you anymore. We are all the same mortals on this street. I hope you can go further on this road." Wang Lin then said a few words.

The two nodded and said goodbye.

In a hurry.

Spring passes and autumn comes.

There is a big willow tree at the end of the street, with catkins flying for two reincarnations.

Cold comes and summer comes.

The water in the moat also froze twice.

Two years have passed.

…

call.

Wang Lin opened the window, and the cold air outside the window blew in, mixed with a few snowflakes.

"It's snowing again."

Wang Lin said sadly.

It's already another winter.

He opened the doors of his shops as usual, and many shops on the street were already clearing snow.

Danniu's father opposite smiled and said hello: "Brother Wang, you get up early."

Wang Lin smiled back: "Thank you, Brother Zeng."

When Daniel's father was sweeping the snow, he also swept away the snow at Wang Lin's door.

It is said that "Every family sweeps the snow in front of their own door and doesn't care about the frost on other people's tiles."

As a result, in the past two years, Wang Lin has experienced a harmonious neighborly life that is rare in the world of cultivation.

Daniel's family is very good.

"Uncle Wang, I won't be able to come see you carve anything in a few days." Daniel followed his father with a bamboo broom to sweep the snow, then turned back to Wang Lin and said regretfully, his tone full of regret.

Two years have passed, and Daniel has become a teenager.

Even Wang Lin himself had a pair of beards on his lips in order to integrate into mortal life more easily.

Wang Lin's questioning eyes explored the past.

Daniu's father said honestly: "In a few days, I want to expand the size of the blacksmith shop, so I have to get busy. Daniu, the kid, has grown up. It's time to learn the cooking skills of my family."

Wang Lin smiled and said: "I have drank a lot of Brother Zeng's fruit wine in the past two years and expanded the store. If there is any need for money, I should be able to help."

Hearing this, Daniel's father suddenly showed embarrassment. He was planning to visit Wang Lin in a few days to ask for help, but he didn't expect that the brother would take the initiative to speak out.

For a moment, his face turned red and became more vague: "Yeah, when I need help from my brother, I will definitely stay away..."

Just as he was talking, Daniel's father saw a person walking on the street. His eyes lit up and he said, "Sir, I haven't seen him for several months."

The person who came over was the fortune teller.

The fortune teller shook his head and smiled: "It was the same thing a few years ago. This street was no longer easy to live in, so I went out to hide for a few months. Now, after I finished drinking, I came back to ask you to sell some."

As he spoke, he touched Daniel's hair, threw a few pieces of silver and dropped them on the counter of the blacksmith shop, saying, "Go and help me buy two more bottles of wine from your house."

Looking at the few pieces of silver, Daniel's father showed an embarrassed smile, but did not refuse. In the past two years, since he took the initiative to give the immortal a few bottles of wine, he did not expect that not only the immortal, but also Brother Wang opposite him would like him.

They bought their own fruit wine, and from time to time they would buy it with money.

This is the most inconspicuous wine among ordinary people, but he didn't expect that two people he respected would like it so much.

He was originally unwilling to accept the money, but he couldn't stand it and the two of them kept the money every time. In the end, he was no longer stubborn.

However, what made him a little doubtful was whether the wine in his house was really that delicious. Several times, he couldn't help but have the idea of ​​opening a wine shop. However, after secretly letting others taste it,

, but everyone said that this was just ordinary home-brewed wine, not as good as the wine from big restaurants, so he gave up his thoughts.

Wang Lin watched with a faint smile as Daniel poured two bottles of wine for the fortune teller.

The wine from Danniu's house is really inconspicuous compared to the wine in restaurants.

But it was precisely because of the bitterness in this wine that he liked it.
To be continued...