Chapter 843: Becoming a Mortal

This is a very ordinary-looking souvenir shop, and the size of the shop is not very large.

The owner is a middle-aged man who likes to drink and dresses very casually, even giving people a down-and-out feeling. When I first arrived at this tourist street, the shopkeepers next to me were very curious, because very few foreigners came to Binhai to run a souvenir shop, and the shopkeepers did very strange things and didn’t like selling things to others. It is very strange, therefore, it has attracted many people to pass by.

Come and watch the excitement.

But with the passage of time, the initial 'curiosity' has also become a 'habit', so no one usually comes to this shop.

The shop also looked deserted, and besides the strange shop owner, there was also a girl in her early twenties who looked ordinary, but had fair skin and a pretty appearance. She was a clerk recruited by the shop. , is a native of Binhai.

In the shop, the strange shopkeeper was sitting on the carpet, holding a sharp knife in his right hand. It was hard to imagine that a middle-aged man actually had a pair of white jade-like palms.

And his left hand is holding a piece of hard wood, and the knife is carving, buckling, chipping, and rubbing on the wood. His movements are very elegant, like an artist painting or playing the piano, giving people a feeling of enjoyment. As his movements continued to repeat, the wood gradually appeared in the form of a human figure, a woman, carved lifelike, with hair, arms, and waist full of a perfect sense of beauty, but the man put the knife on the wood when she was about to sculpt her facial features

However, there was a click on the wood, and a tiny crack appeared.

"Hey." The middle-aged man sighed softly, then stood up, and skillfully placed the wood on the wooden frame behind him.

What can be seen is that the rows of wooden shelves behind him are already filled with the same wood carvings. At a glance, there are about a thousand of them, but each wood carving is not complete, but has flaws. There was once a customer who insisted on buying these 'waste' wood carvings, and the bid reached 30,000 yuan, but the shopkeeper did not sell it to him. Since then, it has aroused many people's discussions around him, so some people regarded him as a lunatic, only this The owner of a fruit shop on the street, I like to watch him carve

The look of woodcarving.

It seems that his act of carving wood carvings is regarded as enjoying an artistic performance.

Both men in the store were used to his failures.

"Uncle Zhuo, if you go to Uncle Li's for dinner, I'll look after the shop for you at noon." A girl said softly.

The girl is an employee in the store, her name is Zhang Xiaomei, and she is a native of Binhai. Because her mother is sick, she gave up her job in other places and stayed here to work.

"Okay, I'll be back after dinner." Zhuo Bufan put down the knife in his hand, and left the shop with the middle-aged man in the shop.

The middle-aged man was named Li Mingshu, who ran a fruit shop in this tourist street. He had a wife and two children, and his life was quite harmonious and happy. Zhuo Bufan left Xuzhou and searched Longguo all the way, but he couldn't find Ye Ziqin's trace, and his inner demons became more and more serious, so he chose to stop in Binhai and opened a tourist souvenir shop. The shop, in order to experience the life of ordinary people, in order to get rid of self

own demons.

He came back from the realm of comprehension, although he was still an ordinary person, he did not live the life of an ordinary person. His state of mind had already changed. At the beginning of this change, he hadn't felt it yet, but with Ye Ziqin's departure, He just discovered the inner demon hidden in his heart.

If I don't lay a good foundation, how can I transcend ordinary people and officially step into the road of cultivating immortals.

When he came to Li Mingshu's house, his wife Zhang Chunmei had already prepared meals. Zhang Chunmei had a gentle personality and was very obedient to her husband, which made others envious.

"Brother Zhuo is here. I'm going to get a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and get some food. Lao Li didn't say anything in advance, otherwise I'll go buy some food." Zhang Chunmei greeted.

"No need, I come here to eat when I'm free, but I feel embarrassed." Zhuo Bufan said with a light smile.

Li Mingshu shouted again: "By the way, take out the Wuliangye that someone gave me last time, I want to drink two glasses with Brother Zhuo."

"Okay." Zhang Chunmei smiled and walked towards the kitchen.

The table is full of home-cooked food. Li Mingshu is living a good life, his wife is considerate, his son has just started elementary school, and only his own daughter has just entered high school. It gave him a headache.

Zhuo Bufan and Li Mingshu ate food, drank wine, chatted about family affairs, and trivia about the tourist street.

"During this period of off-season, the business in the fruit shop is not good, and the children ask for money all day long. It's really frustrating." Li Mingshu took a sip of the white wine, taking a breath from the spiciness.

Zhuo Bufan already regarded himself as an ordinary person, and said with a smile: "Children always have to be taught, and when she understands your good intentions, she will naturally appreciate you."

"I hope she understands. Just don't cause trouble for me." Li Mingshu shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Cut, come to my house again to grab a meal." A child next to him muttered while picking up the rice in the bowl.

"Li Yi, what are you talking about? Go back to your room if you don't want to eat." Li Mingshu frowned and scolded. This child is his youngest son, who just entered the fourth grade of elementary school this year.

Li Yi pouted stubbornly, "That's right, let Uncle Zhuo give me a piece of wood carving and don't give it to me, cheapskate."

Zhuo Bufan smiled lightly, but did not speak.

"You child..." Li Mingshu raised his palm, intending to hit him.

"Mom, Dad is going to beat me." Li Yi opened his voice and shouted loudly.

"Stinky boy, I haven't hit you yet. What's your name?" Li Mingshu put down his hand, said helplessly, looked at Zhuo Bufan and said, "Brother Zhuo, I made you laugh."

"fine."

Zhuo Bufan shook his head with a smile, this is the life of ordinary people, ordinary people's parents are short, enough to make Zhuo Bufan feel a lot of things.

While chatting, suddenly there was a commotion outside.

"Oh, what are you doing? I'm going to call the police." Zhang Chunmei's voice came from downstairs.

Li Mingshu quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand, and ran down the stairs, Zhuo Bufan frowned, and followed. It turned out that in front of the fruit stand, several Harley motorcycles were lined up. A group of unscrupulous teenagers with yellow hair and green hair and punk-style leather jackets were sitting on the motorcycles, holding cold steel pipes in their hands, and the fruit stand was smashed. The ground was smashed, and apples, bananas, and pears were scattered all over the ground.