The vortex of time and space made Wu Yan's mind feel a little groggy, and after shaking his head, Wu Yan stood on the ground, looked left and right, and found himself in a dense forest.

Xiao Meng next to her also looked around curiously, she also knew that she and Brother Wu Yan had traveled through time and space to another world.

"Where is this plane?" , looked left and right, there was no one, Wu Yan muttered secretly in his heart, and then jumped up, his body suspended in mid-air, looking around.

However, looking into the distance, it was as if I had come to an endless jungle, where there seemed to be no trace of people.

"Brother, what should we do next?" , Xiao Meng also saw that there was no one else around, and asked Wu Yan.

Traveling through other worlds, Xiaomeng is still a novice, and Brother Wu Yan should naturally be familiar with it.

"It's okay, let's get out of here first, find a place where there are people, and then slowly investigate the situation", hearing Xiao Meng's words, Wu Yan said.

As he spoke, both of them were flying in mid-air, casually finding a direction and flying straight ahead.

Condescendingly, with patches of dense forests, although the scenery is very good, but after watching it for a long time, it makes people feel a little boring.

In this way, after about half an hour of flying, I finally saw a small town in the distance.

After Wu Yan and Xiaomeng landed, they could see that this town was very prosperous.

The bustling and lively town is full of busy people, and judging from the way these people are dressed, Wu Yan can know that he has come to the world of ancient Chinese background.

It's just that what plane have you come to? Is it a completely new plane, or is it a plane that has been experienced before?

"Donor, hello ......".

Just when Wu Yan and Xiao Meng were strolling around this ancient town, suddenly, a little monk who looked to be seven or eight years old came to Wu Yan and saluted Wu Yan with his hands folded.

"Little master, are you turning into a relationship?" , Looking at the seven or eight-year-old little monk in front of him, Wu Yan asked with a smile on his face.

"Yes, I have compassion and hope that the donor will 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 in Wu Yan's palm.

This ingot of silver weighs five taels, and Wu Yan followed: "I'll ask you a few questions first, and if you can answer me well, this ingot of silver is yours."

"Amitabha, donor, can't help it", but, looking at the silver ingot in Wu Yan's hand, although the little monk's eyes also lit up, but when he heard the words, he hurriedly waved his hand and said: "I just want to eat and drink in one bite, and I don't need so much money, donor, you can just give me a few pennies."

"Huh?" , The words of this little monk were slightly stunned to Wu Yan, and at the same time looked at him in some surprise.

Although he is young, this little monk's heart is amazing, and he can resist the temptation of money at a young age.

"However, this ingot of silver is already the smallest amount of money I have, and apart from this, I have only gold on me......

Wanting to tease this cute little monk, Wu Yan smiled, flipped his palm, and in an instant, another ingot of gold was taken out, and said to the little monk: "Or?" Shall I give you this gold? ”。

"This, it's even more unbelievable, forget it, since the donor doesn't have change on him, then I'll find someone else to make a match, if you have anything you want to ask about this donor, ask me directly", looking at the gold, the little monk was even more startled, hurriedly waved his hand, and at the same time, said to Wu Yan.

He is ready to answer Wu Yan's questions for free without charging money.

"Oh? Little master, you are really a good person", gold and silver can't impress this little monk, Wu Yan's mouth sighed sincerely.

If others praise Wu Yan for being a good person, Wu Yan feels that this is like scolding, after all, in the last days, some people say that you are a good person, which is really like scolding.

However, this emotion in Wu Yan's mouth came from the bottom of his heart.

The little monk who is only seven or eight years old, but he understands his bottom line and principles, knows what to ask for and what not to want, for this little monk, Wu Yan is indeed very fond and appreciative.

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

Although he is young, he pretends to be very old, which makes people laugh.

Wu Yan smiled, and no longer wasting time, and asked the little monk: "Little master, let me ask you, do you know that there are people in this world who have magical martial arts and can fly on the wall?" ”。

Coming to the plane of ancient China, then supernatural powers are nothing more than two kinds, martial arts and immortal cultivation.

Therefore, Wu Yan wants to find out what kind of pattern the force value of this plane is.

"The martial arts of flying eaves and walking on the wall? Yes, I have seen someone flying off the wall", looked at Wu Yan a little strangely, obviously feeling a little strange about his question, but the little monk still nodded and replied.

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

Immediately, he asked the little monk again: "Then, let me ask you again, are there immortal cultivators in this world?" Able to call the wind and the rain".

"This, I don't know, anyway, our Buddhist disciples practice well, and we will definitely be able to go to the West Heaven to see the Buddha in the future", for Wu Yan's words, the little monk shook his head and said, this question is a little unanswerable.

"Well, it seems that this is coming to a plane with a low force value? There are only warriors, but there are no immortal cultivators? After receiving the little monk's answer, Wu Yan also had a rough guess about the force value of this plane.

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

Maybe there is really an immortal cultivator in this world, but he hasn't seen it, and there is such a possibility.

"Do you have any questions, this benefactor?" Seeing that Wu Yan hadn't spoken for a long time, the little monk opened his mouth and asked Wu Yan.

"Oh, there's no problem, thank you, little master", Wu Yan shook his head, with a warm smile on his face, shook his head and said.

"Gurgling ......", the little monk was obviously very hungry, and at this time, his stomach made a protest sound.

The little monk's face was a little embarrassed, and he bowed to Wu Yan with his hands folded, and was about to turn around and ask others about his fate.

"Wait, little master, I don't have any change, but I'm just going to dinner, so why don't we go with me?" I'll invite you to dinner as a fate", looking at the appearance of the little monk continuing to turn into a fate with an empty stomach, Wu Yan was slightly silent for a moment, and shouted.

"In this way, then thank you to the donor, you are also a good person, and you will definitely be blessed by the Buddha in the future", hearing that Wu Yan was going to invite himself to dinner, the little monk thought for a moment, and thanked Wu Yan and said.

If others praised him for being a good person, Wu Yan would definitely correct him, but the words of this little monk made Wu Yan smile.

For some reason, Wu Yan felt very fond of this polite and sensible little monk.

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

"Xiao Er, also bring us two bowls of somen noodles, plus a plate of green vegetables and a plate of tofu", as the noodles were served, seeing that the little monk was eating very fragrantly, Wu Yan also spoke.

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

"Okay, guest officer, you will be later", hearing Wu Yan's words, this shopkeeper did not dislike Wu Yan for their simple eating, nodded, and ordered the kitchen to go.

But in a moment, Wu Yan and the vegetarian noodles and vegetarian dishes they ordered were all brought over.

Wu Yan watched the little monk eating noodles and gobbling up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

It's just that the little monk didn't finish a bowl of somen noodles, and after eating about half a bowl, he took out a somewhat worn bowl from his arms and poured the remaining half bowl of somen into the bowl.

"Little master, have you eaten enough? Is this remaining half bowl ready to be saved for the next meal? Seeing that the little monk only ate half a bowl and stopped eating, Wu Yan asked in surprise.

Although he is only seven or eight years old, he can't finish a bowl of somen noodles, right?

"Thank you, donor, I'm full, this half bowl of somen noodles, I'm going to bring it back to my master, master and his old man may not have turned into a fate", he folded his hands and thanked Wu Yan, the little monk got down from the bench, held half a bowl of somen noodles, and left the restaurant.

Wu Yan's action of eating noodles stopped, looked at the figure of the little monk, and slowly walked out of the restaurant, and he always felt countless emotions in his heart.

"What a sensible little monk", looking at the figure of the little monk leaving, Wu Yan said in amazement in his heart.

A child who is only so young is already so sensible, he got a bowl of somen noodles by himself, and he was obviously very hungry, but he still left half a bowl for the master to send over?

Moreover, he obviously ate this meal, and the next meal has not yet been settled, but in the face of a silver ingot, or even an ingot of gold, he can hold his heart? This made Wu Yan feel even more admired.

At a young age, you can do a lot of things that adults can't do, right?

"Wait, little master, ......", and for some reason, looking at the figure of the little monk in the distance, Wu Yan suddenly shouted loudly.

"Huh?" , Hearing Wu Yan's shout, the little monk who had already walked out of the door of the restaurant turned his head to look at Wu Yan.

"Little Master, meeting is fate, my name is Wu Yan, I don't know what the little master's Dharma name is?" Looking at this little monk, Wu Yan asked.