This difference was in the emotionless realm. Wang Lin could only imitate it according to his own understanding. Although he was able to carve it, there was still a difference when compared to the true emotionless realm of the middle-aged scholar.
Wang Lin looked at the broken carving knife in his hand. After a moment of silence, he waved his right hand and the other half of the knife flew out and landed on a nearby shelf. Then he picked up another piece of wood, used his finger as a knife, and continued carving … Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, another 10 years had passed!
In these 10 years, Wang Lin's appearance had become older. His sideburns were mixed with some white hair, and his straight back was slightly hunched. He looked like he was about to enter the twilight of his life.
There were fewer and fewer carvings in his shop. In these 10 years, Wang Lin had only completed one carving, and that was the old woman from the White Cloud Sect.
In reality, he had already completed the old woman's carving nine years ago. Although it was the same as the middle-aged scholar's carving, and there was still a difference between it and the middle-aged scholar's carving, Wang Lin knew that this was because he hadn't reached the Soul Formation stage yet.
The reason why Wang Lin didn't carve any more carvings in the next nine years was because of the old man in green!
No matter what he did, he couldn't carve the mark of the old man's passing realm on the carving. Nine years, a whole nine years, and Wang Lin still hadn't succeeded.
Although he had carved countless carvings of the old man, none of them contained the passing realm. In the end, they were all turned to dust by him.
On this day, Wang Lin looked at the carving of the old man in green in his hand and let out a sigh. He wiped it with his right hand, and the carving turned to dust.
After pondering for a while, he stood up and slowly opened the door of his shop.
The gentle sunlight fell on his body. Wang Lin took a wooden chair and sat at the door, quietly looking at the passersby.
The ironworks shop across from him had expanded several times in these nine years.
Not long after, a four-year-old child poked his head out from the ironworks shop. When he saw Wang Lin, he immediately smiled and ran to Wang Lin's side. He handed a jug of wine to Wang Lin and said, "Grandpa Wang, this is the wine I stole for you. Where's the candy?"
Wang Lin revealed a smile and rubbed the child's head. He flipped his right hand and a fingernail-sized pill appeared in his hand. He threw it to the child and took a sip from the jug of wine.
The child quickly swallowed it and revealed a satisfied expression. He held his chin in his hands and curiously asked, "Grandpa Wang, does this wine taste good?
I see you drink it every day. "
Wang Lin faintly smiled. At this moment, a burly man walked out of the ironworks shop. This burly man vaguely looked like the young man from back then. When he saw Wang Lin, his eyes revealed a look of nostalgia. He walked forward and said with concern, "Uncle Wang, you can't drink anymore today!"
Wang Lin laughed and said, "Okay, I'll drink a mouthful. I won't drink anymore today!
Daniu, how is your father? "
Daniu's face dimmed. He said, "It's an old problem, but he's fine."
Wang Lin secretly sighed. He couldn't interfere with the reincarnation cycle of mortals. Birth, aging, sickness, and death were all part of the Heavenly Dao.
Six years ago, Daniu married shopkeeper Zhao's daughter. That child is his child. "Grandpa Wang, you still haven't told me whether this wine tastes good or not." The child unwillingly grabbed Wang Lin's arm and asked.
Daniu looked at Wang Lin and sighed. He said, "Your Grandpa Wang doesn't drink wine, it's life …"
Wang Lin turned around and looked at Da Niu. His eyes revealed a look of admiration. He patted Da Niu's arm and said, "Da Niu, take the child back. I'm going to walk around the street."
Daniu grabbed the jug of wine from Wang Lin's hand and placed it in the woodcarving shop. He then closed the door and said, "You promised me earlier that you won't drink today!"
Wang Lin smiled, then he got up and walked toward the end of the street. His slightly staggering figure was filled with the twilight.
Daniu sighed. He took the child's hand and returned to the ironware shop. The child pursed his lips and happily said to Daniu, "Dad, Grandpa Wang gave me candy. It's delicious. Every time I eat it, my whole body feels warm …"
Wang Lin walked on this old street where he had lived for more than ten years. He saw the shopkeepers coming out of their shops one after another. He didn't know where they got the news, but they all ran to Wang Lin and begged in a low voice.
"Shopkeeper Wang, this business is not good. Next month, next month, I'll definitely pay the rent!
"This is the shopkeeper of the grocery store who moved here three years ago.
"That's right, Old Man Wang, it's really not good to do business these days. How about you wait a few days?" This was the old shopkeeper of the inn, the fat man.
Voices like these came one after another. Wang Lin looked around with a wry smile. He didn't know why, but after living here for more than ten years, almost everyone on the street owed him money.
In fact, most of the shops on the street had become his property. Every time a shopkeeper in need of money, they would come to Wang Lin and sell their shop to him.
As for Wang Lin's own shop, the shopkeeper had come to him two years ago and sold it to him.
Of course, the price was ridiculously high.
Now, almost every time Wang Lin went out, the shopkeepers would follow behind him and try to put in some good words for him.
In fact, this had something to do with the fact that Wang Lin rarely went out. Sometimes, he wouldn't even show up for a few months. Therefore, whenever he appeared, the shopkeepers would feel nervous, afraid that he was there to ask for rent.
The rent was not much, but those who had lived here for a long time knew that Wang Lin had a good temperament, so they thought of delaying the rent. As time went by, almost no one paid the rent, and it slowly became a habit.
After all, among mortals, not many would feel that money was a hot potato. The more money they had, the better it was.
Wang Lin didn't care too much about this phenomenon, so he let nature take its course and treated it as a part of comprehending the Heavenly Dao.
Over the past nine years, there were not many familiar faces on the street anymore. This made Wang Lin feel a little emotional. He waved his hand and said to the shopkeepers beside him, "There's no rent today. You can all leave."
The shopkeepers all heaved a sigh of relief and quickly backed away.
Wang Lin walked down the street with his hands behind his back. Not long after, he arrived at the end of the street. However, at this moment, a large horse galloped toward him. A middle-aged man was sitting on the horse. The man had an ugly expression on his face, and there was even blood at the corner of his mouth.
He had just crossed the street when he suddenly saw Wang Lin. His right hand pulled on the reins, and the horse let out a long neigh. The middle-aged man jumped off the horse and walked to Wang Lin's side. Before he could say anything, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
There were pieces of internal organs in the blood. The man's face was pale, and his body swayed. He knelt on the ground and said anxiously,
"Mr. Wang, save me!"
Wang Lin's expression was the same as usual. He looked at the man indifferently. This man was Xu Tao, who had been giving him large amounts of gold and silver every year for the past ten years!
"What's the matter? Tell me slowly," said Wang Lin.
"Mr. Wang, His Highness is in danger!"
As Xu Tao spoke anxiously, Wang Lin gradually understood what had happened. His Highness had somehow provoked a powerful enemy. That person was a powerful cultivator. When this cultivator appeared, the cultivators around His Highness all left, not wanting to get involved.
Now that His Highness was hiding in the palace, the cultivator seemed to have some misgivings. It was not convenient for him to enter the palace, so he vented his anger on His Highness' followers.
Xu Tao was very smart. When he saw that the situation was not good, he immediately left. However, he was hit by the cultivator's hand and was seriously injured. In his panic, the only thing he could think of was Wang Lin!
As he spoke, a young cultivator wearing a red robe suddenly walked into the street. This person had a domineering expression as he walked toward Xu Tao.
When Xu Tao saw this cultivator, his body trembled and he coughed up another mouthful of blood. His body immediately withered as he looked at Wang Lin in despair and said, "Save me …" With that, his head tilted to the side and he fainted.
The cultivator sneered and looked at Wang Lin. He waved his hand, causing a black aura that mortals couldn't see to spread out. It turned into a giant skull that viciously smashed down on Xu Tao. This cultivator's heart was vicious, and he even wanted to kill Wang Lin.
In his eyes, although Wang Lin was only a mortal, the fact that Xu Tao had come looking for him when he was fleeing meant that their relationship was not shallow. He wanted to kill them all.
As for killing mortals, if there was any trouble, his master would take care of it. Thinking about this, a cruel expression appeared on his face.
Wang Lin frowned. If this cultivator was only looking for trouble with Xu Tao, Wang Lin wouldn't have gotten involved. Although Xu Tao had treated him with respect for more than 10 years, Wang Lin wouldn't have gotten involved because of something like this.
However, this little cultivator who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage had even schemed against him. Wang Lin's expression was calm as usual. He waved his right hand as if he was swatting away a mosquito.
Suddenly, the mighty skull seemed to have seen something terrifying. It let out a scream and didn't dare to burn the incense. Instead, it quickly retreated.
However, it was one step too late. When Wang Lin waved his hand, the devil Xu Liguo let out a vicious laugh and swallowed the skull. It smacked its lips and glared at the terrified young cultivator before its body slowly dissipated.
The young cultivator's face became unusually red. The moment the skull was burned by the incense, his mind was already damaged. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and ran away in panic.
Wang Lin coldly stared at this person's back and didn't kill him. Right now, he was in the final stages of turning into a mortal. He really didn't want to ruin his state of mind for such a small matter.
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