Chapter 597： : Little Monk

The whirlpool of time and space made Wu Yan's mind feel a little groggy and shook his head. Wu Yan stood on the ground, looked around, and found himself in a dense forest.

Xiao Meng looked around and was also curious. She also knew that she and Wu Yan's brother had traveled through time and space and came to another world.

"Where is this plane?", Looking around, there was no one. Wu Yan murmured secretly in his heart, then leapt forward, his figure suspended in mid-air, and looked around.

However, looking away, it seemed as if he had reached the endless large jungle, and there seemed to be no trace of anyone here.

"Brother, what shall we do next?" Xiao Meng also saw Wu Yan and asked Wu Yan.

Crossing other worlds, Xiao Meng is still a novice, and brother Wu Yan should naturally be familiar with it.

"It's okay, let's leave here first, find a place with someone, and then slowly explore the situation," Wu Yan said when he heard Xiao Meng's words.

During the talk, both of them were flying in mid-air, they found a direction casually, and flew straight ahead.

Standing high, there are large lush forests. Although the scenery is very good, but it has been seen for a long time, it makes people feel a bit dull.

In this way, I flew for about half an hour, and finally, I can see a small town from a distance.

After Wu Yan and Xiao Meng landed, you can see the town is very prosperous.

The bustling and lively town is full of busy people. From the perspective of these people, Wu Yan can know that he has come to the world with an ancient background in China.

But, what plane did you come to? Is it a brand new plane, or a plane that has been experienced before?

"His donor, hello ...".

Just as Wu Yan and Xiao Meng were strolling in this ancient town, suddenly, a young monk who looked seven or eight years old came to Wu Yan in front of him and gave Wu Yan his hands together in a ceremony.

"Little Master, are you here for the fate?" Wu Yan asked with a smile on his face, looking at the seven- or eight-year-old monk in front of himself.

"Yes, I am compassionate, and I hope the donor can be generous." The little monk nodded and replied.

"It's okay to be generous," Wu Yan smiled, flipped his palm, and a silver ingot appeared on Wu Yan's palm.

This silver has five or two weights, Wu Yan said, "I'll ask you a few questions first. If you can answer me well, this silver is yours."

"Amitabha, the donor, you can't make it", but just looking at the silver ingot in Wu Yan's hand, although the little monk also had his eyes brightened, he heard that he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I only need one bite to drink Now, you do n’t need so much money, you can just give me a few pennies. "

"Yeah?" The little monk said a little to Wu Yan, and looked at him in amazement.

Although young, this young monk's mindset is amazing. Young people can resist the temptation of money.

"But this silver is already the smallest money on me. Except for this, I only have gold ..."

With a heart to tease this cute little monk, Wu Yan smiled, flipped his palm, and immediately took out another ingot of gold, and said to the little monk, "Will I give you this gold?"

"This is even more terrible. Forget it, if there is no change on the donor, then I will find someone else to fate. If you have any questions for this donor, please ask me directly." Looking startled, he hurriedly waved and said to Wu Yan at the same time.

He is ready to answer Wu Yan's question for free without collecting money.

"Oh? Little master, you are such a good person", neither gold nor silver can impress this affable young monk, Wu Yan's mouth sighs sincerely.

If someone praises Wu Yan for being a good person, Wu Yan feels that it is like cursing people. After all, in the last days, some people say that you are a good person, which really means cursing.

However, the emotion in Wu Yan's mouth was from his heart.

A young monk who is only seven or eight years old, understands his own bottom line and principles, knows what to and should not, for this young monk, Wu Yan really likes and appreciates it.

"Amitabha, thank you for your praise," the young monk whispered the Buddha's name in his mouth and said to Wu Yan.

Although young, but pretending to be very mature, people can't help but be handsome.

Wu Yan smiled, and no longer wasted time, and asked the young monk: "Little master, I ask you, do you know that there are some people in this world who have magical martial arts and can fly off the wall?"

Coming to the ancient plane of China, there are only two supernatural forces, martial arts and cultivation.

Therefore, Wu Yan has to find out what kind of mode of force is on this plane.

"The martial arts of flying eaves walking the wall? Yes, I have seen some people eavesdropping on the wall." I looked at Wu Yan strangely, apparently wondering about his question, but the little monk nodded and replied.

"Oh? Is there a warrior on this plane?" Upon hearing this answer, Wu Yan nodded secretly in his heart.

Immediately, he asked the young monk again, "Then I will ask you again, can there be people in this world who can cultivate immortals? They can call the wind and the rain."

"This, I don't know. Anyway, our Buddhist disciples practice well, and we will definitely see the Buddha in Xitian in the future." Regarding Wu Yan's remarks, the young monk shook his head and said that this question could not be answered.

"Well, does this seem to have come to a plane with a low force value? Only warriors, but no immortal?" After getting the answer from this little monk, Wu Yan also has a force value for this plane. Roughly guessed.

Of course, this is just a little speculation. Wu Yan also knows that this young monk is only seven or eight years old and has never seen anything.

Maybe there is a cultivator in this world, but he has never seen it, and this possibility is also possible.

"This donor, do you have any questions?" Seeing Wu Yan not talking for a long time, the young monk asked Wu Yan.

"Oh, there is no problem, thank you, Master." Wu Yan shook his head, with a kind smile on his face, and shook his head.

"Guru ..." The little monk was obviously hungry. At this time, his stomach was protesting.

The little monk's face was a little awkward, and he folded his hands for Wu Yan and gave a gift, and then turned to ask others for fate.

"Wait, little master, I do n’t have any change, but I ’m going to eat, or should I go with me? I asked you to eat as a fate", watching the young monk with an empty stomach to continue to fate, Wu Yan was silent for a moment, and called out.

"So, thank you very much. Donor, you are also a good person. You will surely be blessed by the Buddha in the future." After hearing that Wu Yan was going to invite himself to eat, the little monk thought for a moment and said to Wu Yan thank you.

If others boast of being good people, Wu Yan will definitely correct it, but this little monk made Wu Yan smile.

For some reason, Wu Yan feels very fond of this courteous and sensible little monk.

When he came to a restaurant in the town, the little monk spoke and ordered only a bowl of plain noodles.

"Xiao Er, give us two bowls of plain noodles, and another plate of green vegetables and a plate of tofu." As the noodles came up, watching the young monk eating very well, Wu Yan also said.

In front of this little monk, Wu Yan has no meaning of big fish and big meat.

"Well, you officials later," when hearing Wu Yan's words, this shop Xiao Er did not dislike Wu Yan, they eat plain, nodded, and ordered the kitchen to go.

But for a moment, Wu Yan ordered the plain noodles and vegetables.

Wu Yan looked at the young monk eating the noodles and looked like a gobble, the corner of his mouth could not help but evoke a smile.

However, this little monk did not finish a bowl of plain noodles. After eating about half a bowl, he took out a somewhat worn bowl of his own bowl and poured the remaining half of the bowl of noodles into the bowl.

"Little master, are you full? Are the remaining half of the bowl ready for the next meal?" Seeing the young monk eating only half a bowl, he would not eat it, Wu Yan asked in amazement.

Although they are only seven or eight years old, they ca n’t finish a bowl of plain noodles, right?

"Thank you donor, I'm full. I want to bring back this half bowl of plain noodles to my master. Master and his elderly may not have reached the fate", thanking Wuyan Tao with both hands, this little monk has grown up The stool came down, holding half a bowl of plain noodles, and left the restaurant.

Wu Yan stopped eating noodles ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Watching the figure of the little monk, slowly walked out of the restaurant, always feeling countless emotions.

"A very sensible little monk," Wu Yan said in astonishment at the figure of the little monk leaving.

A child of such a small age, who is so sensible, got a bowl of plain noodles by himself, apparently already very hungry, but still left half a bowl to send to the master?

Moreover, after eating this meal clearly, the next one has not yet landed, but in the face of a bar of silver, or even a bar of gold, he can hold his heart? This makes Wu Yan admire even more.

At a young age, you can do things that many adults can't do?

"Wait a minute, Master ...", somehow, looking at the figure of the young monk going away, Wu Yan suddenly shouted.

"Huh?" Hearing Wu Yan's shout, the young monk who had stepped out of the restaurant door and looked back at Wu Yan.

"Little Master, there is a destiny to meet, my name is Wu Yan, I don't know what the master's name is?" Wu Yan asked, looking at the young monk.