Wang Lin rented a shop on this street.

Then he began to carve things, and a small carving knife in his hand, extremely stable, carved out a demon beast.

When he rented this shop, when the neighbors passed by, he had a few curious glances, standing on the street, but he could only see a few shelves in this shop empty, and then he saw the young shopkeeper holding a knife and a piece of wood in the shop, and he sat for a day.

At first, it was unclear what kind of store this was opened.

After a month, when people saw some strange animals on the empty wooden shelf, they probably understood.

This is a shop that sells wood carvings.

It turned out that the young man was a craftsman who knew how to carve wood.

Opposite Wang Lin's woodcarving shop is a blacksmith shop.

The owners of the blacksmith shop were a couple who had a child, about ten years old, with dark eyes, and the age of the child, and it was when he liked these strange things that he often came to see the young uncle carving things after he was busy in the blacksmith shop.

Sometimes he stood outside the woodcarving shop for half a day.

Wang Lin didn't go to chase him either.

After a long time, the child was not afraid of being born, so he had the courage to walk in and talk to Wang Lin, and asked curiously what those carvings were.

Wang Lin greeted with a smile.

The child's name is Zeng Da Niu.

Very unpretentious name.

……

Zeng Da Niu supported his chin with both hands, lying on the counter, staring at the flexible knife in Wang Lin's hand with black eyes, watching the formation of a demon beast in Wang Lin's hand.

"Uncle, I also want to learn your craft, I think it's much more fun than my father's iron-striking craft." Da Niu said enviously.

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

Zeng Da Niu frowned, "My father said that I learn things quite quickly." ”

Wang Lin smiled and didn't speak, then shook his head.

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

Without spiritual roots, naturally there is no way to cultivate.

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

At this time, suddenly Wang Lin stopped the carving knife, and his eyes rose slightly with a hint of surprise, and he looked in one direction.

Seeing that the young uncle suddenly stopped carving the knife and looked in one direction, Da Niu looked over curiously.

I saw a guest come to the opposite side of the carpenter's shop, that is, the blacksmith shop of the child's house.

The guest was dressed in plain white clothes, all washed and yellowed and discolored, holding a white banner in his hand, with the book "Ten Hexagrams and Nine Misses", and was standing in front of the blacksmith shop to say something to Da Niu's father.

The child looked at Wang Lin's gaze and whispered: "That fortune teller, it seems that he came to the capital two years ago, but I heard my father say that he often rotates in the inner city, and rarely comes to this street. ”

Perhaps it is precisely because this incident is a little strange that it can naturally arouse some curiosity, so that this kind of child has also heard of this strange person and anecdote.

Although the blacksmith shop opposite was more than ten steps away, the words of the middle-aged physiognomist and Da Niu's father still entered Wang Lin's ears.

It's all ordinary conversations.

The middle-aged master wanted to rebuild the iron rod of the fortune-telling banner in his hand, so he came to the blacksmith shop.

Wang Lin saw that the middle position of the banner cloth was bent a lot, but the previous phase master held it with his hands, so that people could not see clearly.

Looking at the traces of the bend, it seems that someone has kicked it.

Again united with the big cow to say that the phase master was originally in the inner city, but now he has gone to the outer city, it is easy to think whether this phase master has offended someone in the inner city, so he can't get involved.

Wang Lin re-carved the wood carving.

It stands to reason that the phase master practiced qi in three layers, and the banner cloth pole was bent a lot, so that he would not go to the blacksmith shop, and he could repair it by using his spiritual power.

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

This phase master is obviously the kind of person who accidentally got a few chances and accidentally stepped into the path of cultivation, but he had no choice but to enter the third layer of qi cultivation and no longer existed, and there was no spiritual stone to supply for cultivation, so he could only accumulate some spiritual power on weekdays.

And the spiritual power of the third layer of Qi cultivation is only a little bit, this kind of thing of repairing mortal iron, you don't have to think about it, you can know that the phase master is reluctant to spiritual power.

Wang Lin didn't suspect that there was anything wrong with the physiognomy master.

Although the sloppy and obscene white-haired old man has something strange, Wang Lin is still a little strange and convinced by his vision of breaking people and cultivating people.

The strange old man glanced at this phase master twice in a row, and was completely sure that he was a little monk who only had three levels of qi cultivation.

It's just that Wang Lin, who carved the wooden block in his hand, subconsciously heard a few words that made him feel strange.

Opposite in front of the blacksmith shop.

"Sir, your hexagram ......"

Da Niu's father took over the work of repairing the banner frame, but when he saw those five words, he couldn't help but ask.

Xiangshi smiled, but he lost a little bit of the arrogance of the restaurant, and said: "My hexagram is strange, I might as well give you this iron-striking thing to say, the reason why I write on this banner 'Ten Hexagrams and Nine Misses' is because all the things I calculate, if there are nine times to miss, then the tenth time, it will definitely be hit." ”

Da Niu's father will be skeptical.

When Wang Lin heard this, his heart was calm.

Originally, it was an unintentional guess by himself, but he didn't expect that the five words on the banner of the Xiangshi really meant this.

But he didn't say anything about the truth or falsehood in the teacher's words.

The child Zeng Da Niu had already run back to his house curiously at this time, and when he heard this, he asked, "Really?" Is it true that when you count the tenth hexagram, you will definitely get it? ”

"Then can you calculate for my father what the weather will be the day after tomorrow, my father will go to the mine the day after tomorrow to buy some iron and stone, if the weather is bad, he can't rush back on the same day."

Da Niu's father immediately said: "Children talk nonsense, Mr. don't mind." ”

Instead, the master looked at the curvature of the banner poles arranged by the stove, was slightly silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "It just so happens that I have calculated the ninth hexagram these days, and the next hexagram is the tenth hexagram. ”

As soon as he heard "free", Da Niu's father's eyebrows and eyes were soothed, and he hurriedly laughed and said, "Then Mr. Lao is annoying." ”

The phase master shook his head, signaled that it was okay, and then took a few steps back, took out a turtle shell and a few copper coins from his waist, and after doing a divination ceremony, he shook out the copper coins from the turtle shell, lined them up on the ground according to the direction, squatted down slightly, stared at the six copper coins on the ground, and looked at them for a long time.

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

It looks like a hexagon, but more profoundly, their father and son naturally can't understand it.

Wang Lin didn't care at all, he didn't even look at the hexagram, and carved things in the store by himself.

Fate is so ethereal, not to mention a little monk who cultivates the third layer of qi, even if he is now, or a monk who is thousands of times stronger than him, he can't grasp it, and the divination is the most fake thing in the cultivation world.

Da Niu's father stared at the six copper coins, he naturally couldn't see any meaning and subtlety, so he waited for the fortune teller to explain.

However, the phase master suddenly raised his head, stood up, and said slowly: "There will be heavy rain the day after tomorrow, so it is not suitable to travel. ”

Wang Lin shook his head in his heart when he heard this.

Da Niu's father looked at the master suspiciously.

The phase master put away the turtle shell and copper coin: "The hexagram is finished, how long will it take for my shelf to be good?" ”

Da Niu's father scratched his head and asked, "It stands to reason that it will be fine today, it depends on whether you are willing to wait or not." ”

The middle-aged physiognomist frowned slightly, then thought for a moment, and said, "Forget it, I'll give you the deposit first, and I'll take it after you do it, and I'll come to get it two days later." ”

He took out two pieces of silver from his cuffs, and after leaving a deposit for the blacksmith shop, when he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of the woodcarving shop where Wang Lin was, but he only glanced at it twice, and then did not look any further, and left the way he came.

"Dad, the fortune teller said that there will be rain the day after tomorrow, and besides, what else do you say......" Da Niu Tong Yan was unscrupulous, immediately raised his head, stared at the black eyes and said.

Da Niu's father touched his son's head with a smile and said, "It's just a free hexagram, don't take it seriously, don't worry......"

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

The young man in this wood carving shop was slightly stunned, and then, with a flick of his fingers, he attached an aura to Da Niu's father.