The swarthy man was undecided, and rushed over with a rocking oar.

The fishermen were also startled, and one by one they picked up their long poles and rods, and shouted noisily from a distance of two feet:

"It's that fish monster!"

"Why are you still wearing a Taoist robe, isn't this fish already an immortal?"

"There's a bag on his back with a yellow box attached, those are his two fish clubs, right?"

A large number of people speculated, but no one dared to go up.

A few timid people had quietly stepped back, bringing a few plates of tribute and placing them on the ground two and a half feet in front of Wang Lin.

There was a large roasted pig's head, old chicken boiled in plain water, whole duck in sauce, and a few salted and dried salted fish.

In addition, someone brought a live sheep over.

The little lamb seemed to know that he was going to be thrown into the river today for sacrifice, and he bleated in the same place, not wanting to go to the water's edge.

Wang Lin glanced at it and found that in addition to the precious cattle, the fishermen had all prepared the big and small three animals needed for the sacrifice.

For a small fishing village, such specifications are really not small.

There is no need to ask the fishermen what strange things have happened, when Wang Jing just arrived at the shore, his divine sense has already swept the river twenty meters near the shore.

He saw the situation in the river more clearly than the fishermen.

At this time, there was not a single fish or shrimp in the river except for the giant sea bass.

Wang Lin and Lao Wu walked along the Fen River, and occasionally saw some signs of fish and shrimp activity upstream.

But when I got here, the river suddenly became empty.

The flow of fish and shrimp throughout the Fen River is cut off in this section of the river.

The swarthy young man who had just squatted on the ground gritted his teeth and strengthened his courage, clenched the rocking oar in his hand, and shouted at Wang Lin:

"The fish god is above, I don't know why I offended the adults before, we are willing to sacrifice for you, I just ask you to open your grace, put the fish and shrimp in the river back, don't knock over everyone's fishing boats again, please let us go of these mortals who fish for a living!"

Wang Lin saw that he was about to talk to the big perch in the river, so he turned sideways and stood aside.

But this young man had already decided that Wang Lin was a fish monster, and no matter how he dodged, his eyes were always staring straight and talking to Wang Lin non-stop.

The rest of the large number of fishermen also begged for mercy, hoping that the fish god would accept these sacrifices and retreat.

Wang Lin was confused, he didn't expect that he would be mistaken for a fish monster who had changed into a human form after coming ashore, and he helplessly explained:

"You misunderstood, I just wanted to cross the river by boat, and when I saw that I couldn't get out of the river, I ran to the shore to see the situation in the water."

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Wang Lin didn't continue to explain, but only asked the bold and swarthy man:

"Can you lend me a fishing rod?"

Niu Er has been bold since he was a child, he goes out to run crazy every day, tanning his body, and no one else dares to talk to Wang Lin, who is suspected of becoming a spirit monster, but he dares to do it.

Now that he heard Wang Lin's request, he didn't say a word, let the others continue to stare here, and he ran to his own fishing boat on the shore and got a fishing rod.

Niu Er took the best green bamboo pole on the boat, tied the fishing line and hook, glued a mixture of earthworm and bean flour bait, and handed it over from afar.

Two or three meters away, Wang Lin grabbed the ten-foot bamboo pole handed by Niu Er, held it in his hand, and casually attached the mana to it.

Then he put the sword box on the ground, used it as a bench, sat directly on it, and gently threw the fishing rod, drawing a smooth arc of the hook line and falling into the center of the river.

When Lao Wu and Mo Yunqi pushed the cart and came over with shovels to help Wang Lin get rid of the demon, they saw Wang Lin sitting leisurely on the shore alone, fishing in the river with a green bamboo.

There were also a bunch of fishermen around him, looking at the float in the middle of the river expectantly and nervously, and they didn't dare to say it out loud, for fear of startling the fish, so they only dared to whisper to each other:

"Did the float move? Isn't it fishing? ”

"Don't be surprised, where are the fish in the river? We've been fishing for three or four days, and we haven't even seen a clam shell. ”

One covered his mouth and pointed at the feather floating, while the other looked desperate and angrily accused him of wishful thinking.

There are also people next to him discussing Wang Lin's identity and origin:

"You say, even if the fish is fine, it is impossible to catch the same kind with a fishing rod, right? It seems that this is really a Taoist, we were making jokes before~"

"Jokes? If we can't catch fish, we can't get out of the boat, and it won't take ten days, and we'll really be a joke, thinking about how to go into the city and beg for food! ”

"Don't talk nonsense, it's going to be fine, it's going to be fine...... This, isn't there still this Taoist here, maybe... Just ......"

"What can I do? This Dao Chang is so young, and he didn't tell us that he wanted to collect money or anything, and he was afraid that he was almost there, and he felt that he couldn't solve this matter. ”

"Those high monks and immortal masters in the city, didn't we ask a long time ago? The cheapest ritual costs twenty or thirty taels of silver! Who in our village can afford it? What is the use of just fishing, how to fish in the empty water, is it possible that he can still conjure fish out of thin air? ”

The fishermen didn't look like a monster, they all relaxed, changed back to the sad look they had before, and looked at the river passively.

They looked at Wang Lin's simple robe, and his immature face with a white beard, and thought for a long time, but they could only say some depressing words.

The fishermen relaxed, but Lao Wu did not.

Looking at Wang Lin's posture, he may be going to catch something.

Lao Wu instructed Mo Yunqi to be careful, be smart, and pull the fishermen back, I'm afraid something will happen later.

The two squeezed to the front, the fifth stared at the river, and Mo Yunqi explained that his master and apprentice came with the little road leader, and asked everyone to retreat.

Mo Yunqi casually lied, saying that Wang Lin was casting a spell to gather fish and could not be disturbed, and the fishermen retreated one after another.

When the fishermen heard that the Taoist priest was doing this, their hearts suddenly became a lot more nervous, and although their steps retreated, their necks and heads stretched forward one by one, staring at the floats in the river.

Wang Lin didn't look at the float, he had divine sense, and he could observe the clear picture of the water in real time.

The big bass was so clever that he waited for a few minutes and didn't catch it.

When it saw the fishhook, it was not afraid.

Not only did he not leave, but he rubbed near the hook, sucked in flexibly with his mouth, and stole the bait clean.

Wang Lin had just swept around with his divine sense and figured out the source of the problem.

Seeing that his bait had been eaten by the bass, he didn't plan to fish anymore.

Wang Lin's left hand holding the pole quietly let go and swung towards the river.

A suction force penetrated the water, pulled the body of the big perch, and forcibly pulled the perch's head over.

Shengsheng caused it to crash into the hook and was forced to stuff the hook into his mouth.

Everyone saw that on the surface of the river, a wave suddenly rose and hit the shore, and then they saw the float sink violently and fall into the river.

As soon as Wang Lin pulled his right hand, there was a huge fish shadow, floating on the water, and the shadow was fully exposed.

"Caught, caught!"

"Up...... It's fishing! ”