Wang Lin laughed silently, nodded, and said, "Yes, when my uncle makes a lot of money, he will go back to get a wife."

Daniu was about to speak, but his father called out in the ironware shop. Daniu responded quickly and said to Wang Lin with a bitter face: "Oh, I'm going to make an iron again." As he said that, he returned to the ironware shop helplessly.

A few words of Big Niu's father's shouting came from the shop. Wang Lin took a sip of wine and sat quietly at the door. At this time, some snowflakes gradually drifted down from the sky. Slowly, the snowflakes became heavier and heavier. The first snow this year fell silently from the sky.

The temperature suddenly became cold.

The snowflakes hit Wang Lin's face and quickly melted into ice water. Wang Lin looked up at the dim sky. After a long time, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed it casually. The snowflakes around him instantly condensed.

Wang Lin took a deep breath and let go of his right hand. The snowflakes immediately dissipated and floated around again. This scene happened very quickly, and no pedestrians noticed abnormalities. They just bowed their heads and rushed to the road.

As the sky became darker, fewer pedestrians gradually became less and less. In the end, there was no one on the entire street. Even the shops around them closed the door in advance due to heavy snowfall and stopped doing business. Instead, the whole family gathered next to the stove to keep warm.

This kind of warmth, in addition to the body, also has the soul, the family is reunited, and that kind of warmth can drive away any cold.

Wang Lin's eyes gradually showed a desolate look. The coldness brought by the snowflakes was really insignificant to him, but at this time, he looked at the lights on the shops around him, and the only one on the street was pitch black, and a hint of coldness suddenly arose in his heart.

This kind of coldness cannot be driven away by any fire source, nor can any magical powers and magic make up for it. This kind of coldness is the price of understanding the way of heaven and the necessity of experiencing life.

If you want to transform into God, you must first transform into mortals.

It is easy to say that it is, but in fact it is not that simple. Wang Lin has now experienced Dugu. He knows that he must continue to experience this loneliness.

Compared with this loneliness, after several years, the people around you died one by one, as if they were the only one in the world. Compared with this, that is the true loneliness.

Wang Lin was silent. After a long time, he stood up staggeringly. He seemed to have grown old at this moment. He slowly tidied up the chair at the door, returned to the store, and gently closed the door.

After a long time, a fire lit up in the store. Although it looked no different from other shops around it, in fact, the fire was just a manifestation, and there was a deep loneliness hidden inside it.

Wang Lin sat next to the stove, the shop was very warm, but his heart was getting colder and colder. After a long time of silence, Wang Lin took out a statue from it and placed it beside him.

The statue is carved by his father.

Looking at the statue, Wang Lin's heart was getting colder gradually. He took out his mother's statue again, and then he took out the statues from the storage bag and placed them around the stove.

The statue contains a boyfriend and girlfriend, old and young, all of whom are neighbors in the small village back then.

Looking at these statues, Wang Lin smiled. Although this smile was full of satisfaction, if anyone saw this smile at this time, he would feel that this was not a laugh, it was clearly a silent cry.

The fire flashes, the light and darkness are uncertain, and it is reflected on people's faces. It feels like it is reflected on those wood carvings, and it feels even more strange.

After gently picking up the statues, Wang Lin's heart gradually became less cold, but although loneliness was less, the sorrow was heavy.

"I can't let go... I can't let go..." Wang Lin murmured to himself. When he was practicing immortality in his early years, he could not let go of his relatives, and until now, he still couldn't let go.

However, this kind of emotion is different from that time. If you want to transform into a god, you must first transform into mortals. If you truly let go of family affection and everything, then it is impossible to transform into mortals.

The reason why every cultivator in the God Transformation Stage is powerful is that in addition to his cultivation, what is more important is that he has a deeply hidden emotion in his heart. It is this emotion that allows them to transform into mortals, and thus break through the Nascent Soul and reach the realm of God Transformation through emotions.

It is precisely because of this obsession that Wang Lin did not encounter much setbacks in the transformation of mortals, but gradually felt the feeling of a mortal.

At this moment, he was immersed in his longing for his parents and quietly realized this feeling. The spiritual power in his body once again rotated wildly. This rotation gradually penetrated out of his body. A trace of spiritual energy suddenly rose above all the wood carvings in this shop, and it rotated rapidly with the same fluctuation as the spiritual power in Wang Lin's body.

Gradually, this spiritual power rotated faster and faster, revealing the store.

When the snowflakes falling from the sky fell to the roof of the shop, they also rotated, forming rotating snowflakes, slid rapidly around.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. After a long time, Wang Lin gradually woke up. When he was awake, half of the wood carvings on the shelves around him broke with a bang.

Although this small half of the wood carving was broken, the spiritual power that spread on it was heavier than before, and even the quality was improved.

Wang Lin took a look and took a deep breath.

He stood up, pushed open the shop door, and a cold light blew towards him, mixed with countless cold snowflakes. Wang Lin looked up at the sky and said in a plain manner: "Transforming God, I, Wang Lin, are determined to win!"

The snowflakes falling from the sky became even bigger, and a thick layer was piled on the ground. At this time, the door of the iron shop opposite suddenly opened. Daniu and his father were about to go out when they saw Wang Lin standing opposite him. Then Daniu ran a few steps, stepped on the snow, making a creaking sound, came to Wang Lin, and shouted: "Uncle Wang, do you know we are coming?" As he said that, he entered the room and sat next to the stove.

Daniu's father smiled and held a wooden basket, saying to Wang Lin: "Brothers of Wang, aren't you busy?"

Wang Lin smiled and asked, "I'm not busy, come in and talk."

Daniu's father entered the room, looked at the wood carvings around him, and his eyes showed envy. Then he put down the wooden basket in his hand and rubbed his hands, as if he wanted to say something, but he was embarrassed to speak.

At this time, the big bull sitting next to the stove saw the statues of Wang Lin’s parents and relatives, and immediately shouted softly and said, “Uncle Wang, why have I never seen these statues before? Have you made them recently?”

Wang Lin closed the door, sat aside, and said, "It was done before."

The big bull looked at the statues without turning his eyes and said, "Uncle Wang, who are the people carved on these statues?"

A trace of nostalgia appeared in Wang Lin's eyes and he slowly said, "It's my relative."

The big bull was stunned and stopped asking. Instead, he quickly stood up, ran to the wooden basket, opened the lid, and saw three plates of exquisite side dishes and two pots of fruit wine.

Wang Lin glanced at Daniu's father with a smile. In the past three years, he had been in contact with the other party. This was the first time he had seen this cheerful man have a scene like this. Obviously, he had something to ask for help from himself.

"Brother Zeng, just tell me if you have anything to do." Wang Lin said.

Daniu's father hesitated for a moment, rubbed his hands, and said awkwardly: "It's okay, it's okay."

Daniu looked at the side dishes in the wooden basket, swallowed, and reached out to grab them. His father glared at him, and Daniu was so scared that he quickly stopped and muttered dissatisfied: "Are you just want to borrow some money? What's the embarrassment to say?"

The big bull's father suddenly turned red and cursed: "Little bastard, you are waiting for home."

The big bull stretched out his tongue and said to Wang Lin: "Uncle Wang, my father is embarrassed to say, let me tell me, my mother is going to put down the shop next to her and make the shop bigger, but the money is not enough."

Daniu's father sighed, looked at Wang Lin, and said helplessly: "Brother Wang, your sister-in-law always says that our shop is small, so there are not many people coming to buy iron tools. Didn't he rent the shop next to him and he planned to rent it out."

Wang Lin smiled and nodded, picked up the wine pot in the wooden basket, took a sip, and said, "How much do you want?"

Daniu's father hesitated for a moment and said, "His shop is quite big, and it takes two years to pay at a time, and it requires fifty taels of silver... Well... thirty taels, thirty taels are enough."

The big bull pouted and whispered: "Mom obviously said it needed eighty taels..." Before he could speak, he was glared at him fiercely by his father.

Wang Lin nodded, but did not say anything. Instead, he got up and went to the back room. There was a large frame there, full of gold and silver. Wang Lin picked up a piece of gold casually, returned to the shop, and placed it in front of Daniu's father.

When Daniu's father saw the gold, he was stunned and said quickly: "It's not enough. Brother Wang, please take it back quickly. I only borrow thirty taels of silver." In his opinion, this gold was at least ten taels, and it was too much for him to need.

Wang Lin picked up the wine pot and smiled and said, "Brother Zeng, this money is not borrowed from you, but my money for buying wine. From now on, one pot every day will be good, and your wine money will be worth it for ten years."

Daniu's father hesitated for a moment, showed excitement on his face, and said, "Brother Wang, this..."

The big bull rolled his eyes and said, "Dad, just take it. Uncle Wang sold a wooden carving, which would be worth ten taels of gold."

Daniu's father glared at Daniu again, then took a deep breath. He picked up the wine pot, took a big sip, nodded and said, "Brother Wang, what's the case for ten or eight years? As long as you live here for a day, I will send you a pot every day."

Wang Lin chuckled and looked at the father and son in front of him. His heart gradually became less cold and gradually felt a little warm.

That night, Daniu's father drank a lot. Two pots of wine were obviously not enough. Daniu served him until he brought the tenth pot to drink.

In the end, Daniu's father fell drunk, but he kept holding the gold tightly in his hand and was helped back by Daniu.
Chapter completed!