"You are actually a cultivator!!" The fortune teller's shocked expression appeared on his face, and it didn't look like he was faking it at all.

Wang Lin, on the other hand, looked at the person in front of him thoughtfully.

After a moment, there was some exploration in his eyes, and he said: "How did you enter the path of cultivation? Logically speaking, you have such a strange ability, which should be very helpful for cultivation. It is not just about practicing Qi.

The third level of cultivation."

When the fortune teller heard this, he vaguely revealed some unspeakable secrets.

When Wang Lin saw this, he seemed to have a thorough understanding of the physiognomist's psychology.

It was nothing more than being suddenly called out and feeling awkward and even a little worried after seeing myself.

Wang Lin calmed down his tone after a moment and said: "Although Wang is not a good person, he will not attack people for no reason. Besides, you are one of the few people Wang has ever asked me to say thank you to over the years.

"

"As for your secret, if you don't want to tell it, I won't ask again."

He entered the mortal country this time with only one purpose, which was to experience the life of a mortal and successfully transform into a god.

Although the fortune teller's ability shocked him, he didn't necessarily want to explore everything. Wang Lin also stayed away from this mysterious ability related to fate.

The fortune teller said something right: after all, your destiny is in your own hands.

After more than four hundred years of practice, Wang Lin has long understood the principle of being a mortal and being an immortal. The life of a monk is a journey of constantly fighting against fate.

Go against heaven, break everything, and achieve yourself, which is the only criterion on this true path.

When the fortune teller heard this, there was no less cautious look in his eyes. However, when he focused more on the many wood carvings in the store, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he thought that he, a monk at the third level of Qi training, would be able to

In front of the cultivators who carved such wood carvings, they could not protect their secrets.

Sometimes those who know the current affairs can live longer.

Wang Lin could tell what the fortune teller was thinking from the change in his expression.

His heart moved.

really.

The fortune teller in front of me took a deep breath and slowly said to Wang Lin: "In front of such a powerful cultivator like you, I can't seem to keep my secrets. Whether I tell them or not, the consequences will be the same. In this case, then

Let me tell you my story."

Wang Lin looked calm and didn't say much. Since the other party wanted to talk, he didn't mind learning more about it.

He pointed to the seat and said, "Please sit down."

The fortune teller sat on his seat, took out a bottle of wine, and said to Wang Lin, "Would you like to drink?"

Wang Lin pondered for a moment: "Is this Daniu's fruit wine?"

The fortune teller smiled and said, "I have to say that the wine from Brother Zeng's house has a unique flavor."

Wang Lin nodded, blew a wisp of breeze from his sleeves, closed the door, and then brought over a pair of carved wooden cups, signaling that he should drink some too.

Fill two glasses of wine.

The fortune teller tasted half of the cup, and then slowly said: "My family name is Zhou and my name is Bu. I am an ordinary citizen from Qingyuan County, Dalue County, Wu State. You ask me how to embark on the path of spiritual practice, and I am

This divination ability, speaking of it, is all related to an incident that has been with me in my life till now."

Wang Lin listened quietly and drank a glass of wine.

After drinking the fruit wine, the unique green and astringent taste and the slightly spicy aftertaste made him nod slightly, and then waited for the fortune teller to tell him what happened.

"All this is related to a dream I have been having for half my life." said the fortune teller.

"Dream?" Wang Lin read this word.

The fortune teller smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, it is a dream. I have had this dream for forty years in a row, and it has the same content every time."

Wang Lin did not interrupt the fortune teller and waited for him to speak slowly.

While drinking, the fortune teller had a look of reminiscence in his eyes and said, "The first time I had a dream was when I was six years old. In the dream, I lived...a different life!"

Wang Lin listened and thought silently in his heart.

Live your whole life in a dream.

It sounds very similar to a certain legend of Huang Liang Yimeng in the world of cultivation.

The fortune teller continued:

"It was a very complete experience. After I woke up at that time, I felt like the world was changing and the world was changing. I couldn't believe whether I was dreaming or whether I had become a completely different person. It was over.

His life."

Upon hearing this, Wang Lin's eyes narrowed, but he remained silent and listened carefully to the fortune teller's continued words.

"The me in the dream was born into a noble family that was completely opposite to me. I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Maybe it was because of the dream. In the dream, everything went smoothly for me. Before I was twenty years old, I had almost no encounters.

What a setback."

"In the dream, I actually had a name that was completely different from mine, called Chang Hao. I could speak at the age of half a year, and recite a collection of classics and history at the age of three. I was praised by the people in the city as a child prodigy..." At this point, the fortune teller

He smiled bitterly, as if there was a huge contrast between the proud self in the dream and the downtrodden self in reality.

"In the dream, I showed my talent as a child prodigy since I was a child. My family was naturally overjoyed and trained me at all costs. And I seemed to live up to my reputation as a child prodigy. No matter what book I put in my hands, I would never forget it.

, and can draw inferences from one instance to another, and what makes me even more envious of myself in the dream is that he seems to be able to make everything he wishes come true."

"When I was six years old, I dreamed that my family was in trouble, so he hoped that our family could survive this disaster safely. Not long after he made the wish, my father received divine help in our family business, and in just three years, we were able to

He managed his family to become the largest family in the city."

"When he was nine years old, he saw people practicing martial arts on the street. He was attracted and wanted to practice martial arts. Although he was scolded by his family, he accidentally knocked over his head while playing in his ancestral house.

A wooden sign reveals a top-notch martial arts mentality."

Listening to this, there is no change in Wang Lin's eyebrows. This does not seem to be very magical. It can only be regarded as a coincidence and good luck.

However, judging from the look on the fortune teller's face, his experience in the dream seemed far from simple.

The fortune teller also seemed to know what Wang Lin was thinking, and continued: "When he was ten years old, he secretly practiced martial arts and achieved some success, so he wanted to have a sword of his own. Naturally, his family did not agree. However, not long after, he

When I was playing by a small river, I accidentally picked up a magical weapon that was as sharp as clay."

Cutting iron is like clay. This level of hardness should be a tool for cultivators.

Wang Lin thought silently.

Suddenly, he was in a trance. He was actually led into the fortune teller's dream and thought it was something that really happened.

The fortune teller continued to talk.

"When he was eleven years old, he had some success in practicing swordsmanship, so he wanted to sneak out to do chivalry. One time he tried to sneak out, but he was discovered by his family, and the supervision became more serious. As a result, within a few days, a

The snitch broke into his house and was discovered by the night watchman. He ran away, but accidentally broke into his house and tried to kidnap him, but he caught him in time and stabbed his throat with his sword, which shocked his family.

Shame on you, if you don’t stop him from practicing martial arts.”

Wang Lin was silent.

This was indeed so smooth. No wonder the fortune teller said that in his dream, his wishes almost came true.

However, the fortune teller only mentioned that he was eleven years old.

"When he was twelve years old, he took the college entrance exam. The proctor for the college exam was originally someone who had a grudge against his family. As a result, a few days after the exam, the invigilator was so hungry that he planned to secretly target him.

, failed to show it at all..."

"At the age of thirteen, he entered the academy and fell in love with a girl in red who was famous among the stars in the academy. The girl had a great background. Although his family was also well-off, the two were absolutely impossible, but because of something

This accident happened to give him a chance..."

"At the age of fourteen, this was a turning point in his life. It was originally an ordinary spring outing, but as a result, this group of students unexpectedly witnessed a battle between immortals on a barren mountain..." The fortune teller said here, "In the dream

What I encountered should be a fight between some cultivators..."

"However, it was because that day he saw more than a dozen immortals with flying swords flying across their heads one by one."

"This is equivalent to a new door being opened. He immediately wants to see such a world and cultivate immortality..."

"At the age of fifteen, he sneaked out of the academy, abandoned the girl he liked, and wanted to seek immortality alone..."

"The average person goes out like this. Even if he knows some of the top martial arts in the world, how can it be so easy to get into the immortal sect? But the first time he goes out, he encounters another battle between monks. This time it is even more coincidental.

, the two fighting monks died together."

"In this way, he harvested everything from the two cultivators, but in addition to the two cultivators' exposed magic weapons, there were two bags that he could not open..."

"At this time, his luck came again. A week after his march, he encountered a certain strange creature. He was attracted to him in the wild and chased people to recognize him as his master. The creature happened to have a very strong power.

His mental power helped him open the two bags and take out the contents..."

Listening to this, Wang Lin's expression became extremely strange.

This kind of luck can no longer be described as good.

However, this is based on the dream world of the fortune teller.

etc!
To be continued...