Chapter 255 The Thieves

The night is dark and there is no moon.

Wang Lin was lying on the bed in the back room of the shop, and there was a wine pot next to him, and sometimes he picked it up and took a sip. Over the past year, Wang Lin could clearly feel that his mentality had slowly gotten rid of his life in cultivation and became like a mortal.

For example, nowadays, he has rarely meditated and breathed, which was impossible before. During those four hundred years of escape and killing, he almost always allowed the spiritual power in his body to rotate, and he spent all his time to improve his cultivation. His life was full of intrigue and the strong were prey on the weak. If he was not careful, he would die.

Even, he had almost never lie down and slept like he is now, and even in the middle of the night, he just spent it while meditating.

Although this kind of life is exciting and passionate, it has a little more regret and a little less peace. It is incomplete.

Now, there is no fight in Wang Lin's life. Although it is plain, it is like a trickle of water washing the soul.

This feeling was very unfamiliar at the beginning, but as time slowly passed, his mentality gradually accepted the status quo and lived a life of a mortal.

After picking up the wine pot and taking a sip, Wang Lin suddenly frowned.

At this moment, two monks came outside his shop. The bodies of the two were floating quickly like wandering souls. One of them waved his right hand and the door of Wang Lin's shop suddenly opened silently without making any sound.

The two of them quickly flashed in, and then the door of the store was closed by the wind.

In the store, the two people's eyes flashed, staring at the wood carvings around them, with a look of horror in their eyes, but immediately, the look of horror disappeared, replaced by endless greed.

"There are so many magic weapons!" One of the monks gasped, picked up a statue next to him, looked at it intently, his body shook, and he almost threw the wood carving down.

The greed in his eyes became even stronger. When he swung his sleeves, the wood carvings on the store shelves fell into his storage bag one by one.

Another monk squatted down and twitched into the wooden box beside him. Then he suddenly exclaimed, holding a semi-finished human-shaped wood carving in his hand, his face suddenly became strangely rosy, his throat became sweet, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out.

The wood carving in his hand was quickly thrown away by him, as if the wood carving was an ancient ferocious beast and hurriedly retreated a few steps.

In fact, it is no wonder that he couldn't bear it. The person who carved this semi-finished wood carving is the Six Desire Demon Lord. Although it is a semi-finished product, the wood carving contains the spiritual power that is equivalent to the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage. With this person's cultivation level in the Dan stage, it is impossible for him to bear it.

Fortunately, he let go quickly, and the spiritual power in the wood carving was not activated, otherwise, this person would not be as simple as vomiting blood.

The moment the wood sculpture landed, it was suddenly grabbed by an invisible big hand and landed in Wang Lin's hand who walked out of the back room. Wang Lin put the statue aside, held the wine pot in his right hand, took a sip, and said, "A total of 4,500 taels of gold, bring it."

The moment Wang Lin appeared, the two of them were motionless and stared at Wang Lin in horror.

Especially the monk who was injured by the spiritual power inside the wood carving just now, his face was pale and sweaty on his forehead.

In the eyes of both of them, Wang Lin appeared too strange. Before entering the shop, they clearly used their spiritual sense to detect it. Although they noticed that there was a person lying in the back room, this person was just a mortal.

But now, this mortal in their eyes appeared silently without them realizing it. It was like a bolt from the blue, which shocked the two of them.

With the wood carving magic weapon that appeared in this shop, no matter how stupid the two of them were, they suddenly realized that the person in front of them must be a senior expert, far from being able to provoke them.

The two looked at each other and quickly whispered respectfully: "See senior, I am a disciple of Baiyun Sect. I offended many people today, so I hope you can forgive me."

"Is there four thousand five hundred taels of gold?" Wang Lin said in a plain voice.

The two looked at each other. As cultivators, if they were spiritual stones, there were still some, but there were not so many coins, gold and silver among the mortals at this time. Of course, if they were asked to go back and prepare, then let alone four thousand, even forty thousand, they could still be taken out.

Wang Lin saw what the two of them were thinking, sighed, and summoned his right hand, and he grabbed the storage bag on the monk's waist from the air. He touched it lightly. Suddenly, the monk's face turned red, he took a few steps back, and a mouthful of blood was swallowed by him.

The respectful look in his eyes became even stronger, and Wang Lin's touch had already removed his spiritual consciousness.

With a light shake, all the wood carvings inside flew out one by one, falling one by one on the shelves around them, without any errors, as if they had not moved.

"Go back, bring enough gold when you come next time." Wang Lin said, waved his right hand casually, and the storage bag was immediately delivered to the monk. Then his bodies were involuntarily pushed by a strong force and crashed towards the store gate.

The moment he bumped into the door, the shop door suddenly opened, and the two were rolled out and the door was closed.

This volume is more than ten miles away. After these two monks finally stopped, their eyes showed unimaginable horror and fear. In their eyes, the young people in the shop had unfathomable cultivation.

The two of them were a little silent, both of them secretly complained of luck in their hearts, looked at each other, and then left in a hurry. These two were the two monks in the palace.

They saw the extraordinaryness of the wood carvings, and after questioning, they found Xu Tao who was happy, and then rushed here overnight. But after experiencing the scene just now, the two were scared and did not dare to make up for the shop at all.

But they didn't know that Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness had been left on them. If there were any thoughts that were not conducive to Wang Lin, they would be killed by the spiritual consciousness in an instant.

In fact, if these two people knew Wang Lin, they would feel quite lucky, because if it were a year ago, then there would be no other way for them to end except to die.

Wang Lin sat in the shop, took a sip of wine, sighed, and murmured to himself: "I haven't killed anyone in a year..." He shook his head, turned around and returned to the back room, lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Time flies, and two more years have passed in a blink of an eye. This is Wang Lin’s third year in Kyoto.

The big bull grew taller and stronger, and there were several more neighbors around him. The owner of Kong Family Bufang also died of serious illness and the store was also sold to others.

There were gradually some slight wrinkles on the faces of Daniu’s parents. Although they were still young, they could not stand the washing of time.

It is worth mentioning that in the past two years, many neighbors around have come to say goodbye, and every time, they are politely rejected by Wang Lin.

The second son of Xu Jiapu also married a wife and gave birth to a fat baby. When Xu Tao came back, he respectfully came to Wang Lin and gave him a hundred taels of gold, saying that his prince was filial to him.

In fact, in the past two years, before the Chinese New Year, Xu Tao would come with a lot of gold. Wang Lin did not refuse and accepted it directly.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the sun and the moon alternate. In the past two years, Wang Lin felt quite emotional when he saw birth, old age, sickness and death.

He has only meditated and breathed twice in the past two years. He rarely cared about his cultivation. He had not looked inside for a long time. As for the red fog outside his body, there was only a thin layer left, all condensed into three red beads and put into the storage bag by him.

According to his analysis, when the fourth red bead condenses, the red mist will completely dissipate.

The two monks came once in the past two years and presented a large amount of mortal gold and silver, and took away three wooden carvings extremely respectfully.

In the past two years, Wang Lin's shop has gradually become famous throughout the west of the city. Although there are not many customers, it is much better than not opening for a year.

However, in Wang Lin’s shop, the most visited people were not ordinary people, but monks. Basically, six out of ten people were monks, who were monks.

Every practitioner comes here to buy wood carvings with mortals' gold and silver. In the past two years, a lot of wood carvings have been sold, and Wang Lin has accumulated a large frame of gold and silver.

There are strange things in Kyoto's Nishicheng, and gradually they have gained a certain reputation in the cultivation world here.

Wang Lin always had a calm mind and no change. What he wanted was the mentality of a mortal, to realize the life of a mortal, to feel the cycle of reincarnation of the heavenly way, shops, but he was just a tool for understanding the heavenly way, and wood carvings, as was the same.

At this time, as the New Year was approaching, Kyoto was filled with joy. Wang Lin walked out of the shop, sat at the door of the shop, looked at the pedestrians passing by, and showed deep memories in his eyes.

This is the third year he has been in Kyoto. Every time he feels different, but one thing is the only thing, that is, his feelings for his childhood.

In the iron tool shop directly opposite the store, the big bull ran out quickly, holding some fireworks in his hand, playing excitedly. When he saw the big bull, Wang Lin's eyes showed a hint of joy. This child, he had almost watched him grow up in the past three years, from an eleven-year-old child to a fourteen-year-old boy.

Last year, Daniu couldn't stand his father's nagging and began to learn to make iron tools. However, in his spare time, he would still go to Wang Lin to watch him make wood carvings.

Although big bulls don’t come often, the pot of fruit wine every day has never stopped.

With the fireworks on, the big bull shouted and ran to Wang Lin, sitting on the cold wooden bench next to him. He didn't feel cold, but instead said with a wink and said, "Uncle Wang, a few days ago, I heard from my father that Manager Lu from the east would be betrothed to you. Why do you disagree? I have seen his daughter secretly, and she looks so good."

Wang Lin smiled slightly, touched the big bull's head, and said, "Uncle has a wife."

"Ah? Really? Why haven't I seen it before?" Daniu stood up suddenly, looking surprised.

"She is waiting for me far away. One day, I will go find her." A hint of tenderness appeared in Wang Lin's eyes, and a figure of a woman appeared in his mind.
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