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"Grandpa Zhao?"

I tried calling him.

"It's a kid from He Family right?" Lame Zhao didn't even look back as he continued to brush the coffin after hearing me call him.

I said it was me, yes, my master told me to come to you.

"I got it. Come in first and find a random stool to sit on (sit). Since my shack normally doesn't have anyone here, it doesn't have anything to do with entertaining guests. Just order some, don't despise me for being a cripple."

"Grandpa Zhao, what are you saying? You're an elder, so no matter what, I don't dare to say anything against you!" This sentence was from the bottom of my heart. He was an elder, no matter how it was, I couldn't be disrespectful to him. In the countryside, disrespect will be tidied up miserably by my family.

After sitting for a while, I started to get bored, so I started to look around Lame Zhao's room. This room was the biggest, and in our room, it was called the "Peach Room". The Peach Room did not have people living there, nor did they raise poultry, and most of them were used to accumulate rice and wheat during the farming season.

There were several coffins in the corner not far away, on the walls hung carpenters' suits of square shafts, saws, chisels, and so on. On the benches below them were inkpots.

The floor of the room was covered with a thick layer of sawdust. The smell of sawdust filled the room.

The light in the room was dim, it was the time for the sun to shine wantonly, but it did not seem to reach Lame Zhao's small room. It did not feel hot at all, instead it felt a little cold.

From time to time, the sound of coughing could be heard from Lame Zhao. Being able to catch a cold in the middle of summer, it seemed that not everyone could eat this Underworld Rice.

Roughly an hour later, Lame Zhao put down the painting thing and stretched out, saying: "Oh my god, it's so tiring to make myself a bed!"

"Bed" was a nickname for coffins. After all, it was strange to call a coffin simply as a coffin.

However, if I didn't hear wrongly, what Lame Zhao said just now was, "Make yourself a bed, what is the meaning of this?! Not necessarily (could it be) that this coffin was a mark he made for himself? "

Then he turned and sat down in a pile of sawdust. He looked at me and said, "Are you curious about what your master wants you to do?"

I nodded and said yes.

"Do you still want to know why I said just now that the coffin was made for you?"

I still nodded my head and asked him what he was talking about. Not only did he have those two things, I also wanted to ask him about the unfathomable situation at the door. After all, based on what I saw and heard from my master, I guessed that this Lame Zhao was not an ordinary person.

Lame Zhao coughed twice, and said: "Your master told you to come here. Why don't we talk first, I will first answer your question, the reason I said what I said was actually very simple, because I already want to die, there is nothing left of a coffin for myself ~ Hahaha."

Smiling, Lame Zhao started to sigh again, saying that he never thought that the last coffin he made was actually for himself.

Lame Zhao's body was crippled, and he was eating the Underworld Rice, so why did he say that all of a sudden? Was it because he had been in this environment for a long time that he got some kind of disease? Otherwise, why would he suddenly say these words? Furthermore, from the looks of it, the coffin had already been painted, and hearing his words, it seemed that his death was imminent.

However, I couldn't really ask him directly, so I said, "Grandpa Zhao, what kind of words are you saying? You've made beds for half your life, and you've accumulated countless merits. You might even make yourself a coffin."

Lame Zhao laughed and said: "I didn't expect you to be so good at talking, but I still want to say that you know how to use a hammer. "You're talking about accumulated merits, even the name is called accumulated merits, which means that you're fighting for your next life, and you have a hammer mark in your current life!"

After getting scolded by the Lame Zhao a few times out of nowhere, I didn't really understand what the situation was, but I knew that he had to say those words.

"Aiya, there's a watermelon in the room. Wait a moment, I'll go get some, we'll talk while we eat."

Then, without waiting for my reply, I walked into the room.

"I'm a carpenter, you know, and the patriarch is Lu Ban." Lame Zhao took a bite of the watermelon and said to me, "As a Mr. Yin Yang, there is no way you wouldn't know what I'm talking about."

As I mentioned before, our profession that cannot be ignored is also divided into many factions. For example, the previous Southern Wilderness' Yunnan side's "Gu" technique, and then widely distributed "craftsmen", and the "disciples that came from the northeast." We Taoists are also called Mr. Yin and Yang, no matter what we call it, we all like it.

The Lame Zhao was the carpenters of the "craftsman" faction. Overall, the carpenters were the most common and were distributed the most, such as carpenters, stonemason, bamboo craftsman, shoemaker, coffin bearer, corpse catcher and so on.

Hearing Lame Zhao's words, I nodded my head repeatedly. I didn't know if Lu Ban, the ancestor of the carpenters, would have a tool called "Carpenter's Square" in his hand, which was also their symbol of identity.

Then the Lame Zhao asked me, "You know Ruban, but do you know that he won the art of 'carpentry aversion'?"

Because Lame Zhao only dictated it at that time, I did not know which two words were written next, but I had never heard of it before, so I just shook my head and said that I did not know.

Lame Zhao told me: "Although 'Carpenter's Annihilation' is also called 'Lu Ban's Technique', it was not invented by Lu Ban. Before Lu Ban, there was already a carpentry profession, but because of Lu Ban's glory, carpenters used his' Wood's Annihilation technique to be called 'Lu Ban's Technique'."

After talking for a long time, I actually still wanted to know what Master called me here for, or perhaps the Lame Zhao asked me here for? Tell me about "Professor Zhao Daji's Telling the Origin of Carpenters"?

Of course, it's fine to grumble in my heart. After all, it was my master who called me here, so no matter what, I have to wait.

What made my head explode was that what I said at the beginning seemed to be quite serious, but after that, this fellow said something to me! Ruban's life story and all that nonsense!

I don't even know what he's trying to do.

Thus, a whole table of watermelons became my target of venting my anger. Not a single piece was left uneaten.

At this time, he had probably been talking about it for almost two hours. Lame Zhao smiled and said to me. Do you think that you have lost all patience because of my nagging? "

I nodded and said, "You've told me that two of them have disappeared, but I still don't know what you want to say or what you want me to do."

Then he laughed and said, "Not bad, you're honest enough, just like what your master said. There's nothing wrong with that."

To be exact, I helped him before. Although I did not have any intention, I have a thick skin and I know that your master is a master, so I shamelessly said that your master owes me a favor.

"So?"

"So I'm going to enter the coffin soon, and my skills are still lacking a successor. In order to repay that favor, your master called you over to me."

"No way, you want to take me as your disciple too?!" It's definitely you, Grandpa Zhao, who is the one who is pestering my Master, right? "

He actually chuckled and admitted it. I couldn't say a word, my master just sold me out like that.

"Ai ai, don't worry. You don't need to call me 'master'. No matter what, you are still a mister Yin Yang. The two of us can call this sharing of skills, do you know that?" The image of the elder Lame Zhao instantly crumbled in front of me.

"I know, I'm a talisman drawing Yin Yang master. I'm sparring with you carpenters!"

"Ah, yes, that's right."