Plane Master Copy

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

Xiaomeng next to her also looked around curiously. She also knew that she and brother Wu Yan had already traveled through time and space to another world.

Where exactly is this plane? Looking left and right, there was no one, Wu Yan murmured inwardly, and immediately jumped up, his figure suspended in mid-air, looking around.

However, looking far into the distance, he seemed to be in the middle of an endless jungle. Here, there seemed to be no trace of anyone.

Brother, what shall we do next? Xiaomeng also saw that there was no one else around, and asked Wu Yan.

Crossing other worlds, Xiaomeng is still a novice, and Wu Yan's brother, naturally, should be familiar with it.

It's okay, let's leave here first, find a place with people, and then slowly inquire about the situation, Wu Yan said after hearing Xiaomeng's words.

While speaking, the figures of the two of them were flying in mid-air, and they found a random direction and flew straight ahead.

Condescending, there are 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 flying for about half an hour, finally, a small town can be seen in the distance.

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

The bustling and lively town is full of busy people. From the way these people dress, Wu Yan can know that he has come to the world of ancient China.

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

Donor, hello....

Just as Wu Yan and Xiaomeng were strolling around this ancient town, suddenly, a young monk who looked seven or eight years old came to Wu Yan and folded his hands in a salute.

Master, are you seeking alms? Looking at the seven or eight-year-old monk in front of him, Wu Yan asked with a smile on his face.

Yes, I am merciful, and I hope that the donor can be generous, the little monk nodded and replied.

It doesn't matter if you donate generously, Wu Yan smiled and flipped his palm over, and a silver ingot appeared in Wu Yan's palm.

This ingot of silver is full of five or two weights, and Wu Yan followed up: I will ask you a few questions first, Master. If you can answer me well, this ingot is yours.

Amitabha, the benefactor, I can't do it. However, looking at the silver ingot in Wu Yan's hand, the little monk's eyes lit up, but when he heard the words, he waved his hand hurriedly and said, I just ask for a bite to eat and drink. Now, I don’t need so much money, you can just give me a few pennies as a benefactor.”

Huh? The little monk's words made Wu Yan slightly startled, and at the same time looked at him in surprise.

Although he is young, the character of this little monk is amazing. At such a young age, he can actually resist the temptation of money.

However, this piece of silver is already the smallest money on my body. Apart from this, I only have gold on my body....

Wanting 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, How about I give you this gold?.

This, it's even more difficult, forget it, since the donor has no change, then I will find someone else for almsgiving. If you have any questions for the donor, just ask me directly. Looking at Jin Zi, the little monk was even more Looking startled, he hurriedly waved his hand and said to Wu Yan at the same time.

He was going to answer Wu Yan's question for free without charging any money.

Oh? Little Master, you are really a good person. Wu Yan sighed sincerely in his mouth.

If others praise Wu Yan as a good person, Wu Yan feels that it is like swearing. After all, in the end times, some people say that you are a good person, which is really like swearing.

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

The little monk, who was only seven or eight years old, knew his bottom line and principles, and knew what to want and what not to want. Wu Yan really liked and appreciated this young monk very much.

Amitabha, thank the donor for your praise, the little monk whispered the Buddha's name and said to Wu Yan.

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

Wu Yan smiled and didn't waste any more time. He asked the little monk, Little Master, let me ask you, do you know that there are some people in this world who possess magical martial arts and can fly over the eaves?.

Coming to the plane of ancient China, then there are only two supernatural powers, martial arts and immortality.

Therefore, Wu Yan wants to inquire about the pattern of the force value of this plane.

The martial arts of flying over the eaves and walking the walls? Yes, I have seen people flying over the eaves and walking the walls. He looked at Wu Yan a little strangely, obviously feeling a little strange about his question, but the little monk nodded and replied.

Oh? Are there warriors on this plane? Upon hearing this answer, Wu Yan nodded secretly.

Immediately, he asked the little monk: Then, let me ask you again, are there people who cultivate immortals in this world? They can call the wind and call the rain.

This, I don't know. Anyway, if we Buddhist disciples practice well, we will definitely be able to go to the west to see Buddha in the future. Regarding Wu Yan's words, the little monk shook his head and said, this question is somewhat unanswerable.

Okay, it seems that this is a plane with low force value? Only warriors, but no immortals? After receiving the answer from the little monk, Wu Yan also had an opinion on the force value of this plane. roughly guessed.

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

Maybe there are immortal cultivators in this world, but he has never seen them before, so there is a possibility.

This donor, do you have any questions? Seeing that Wu Yan didn't speak for a long time, the little monk 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.

Gululu... The little monk was obviously very hungry. At this time, his stomach made a protest sound.

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

Wait, little master, I really don't have any change on me, but I'm just going to dinner, why don't we go together? I'll invite you to dinner as a alms. Seeing that the little monk continued to go for alms on an empty stomach, Wu Yan was silent for a moment, then shouted.

That's it, then thank the donor. You are also a good person, and you will definitely be blessed by the Buddha in the future. Hearing that Wu Yan wanted to invite him to dinner, the little monk thought for a moment and thanked Wu Yan.

If others praised him as a good person, Wu Yan would definitely correct him, but the little monk's words 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 plain noodles.

Little Er, give us two bowls of plain noodles, and another plate of green vegetables and a plate of tofu. As the noodles were served, Wu Yan also said, seeing how delicious the little monk was eating.

In front of this little monk, Wu Yan has no intention of being a big fish.

Okay, guest, you guys will come later. After hearing Wu Yan's words, the shop assistant didn't dislike Wu Yan and the others for eating plainly, nodded and ordered the kitchen to go.

But after a while, Wu Yan and the others brought the plain noodles and vegetables they ordered.

Wu Yan watched the little monk eat the noodles and gobble up the noodles, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but evoke a smile.

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

Little Master, are you full? Are you going to save the remaining half of the bowl for the next meal? Wu Yan asked in surprise when he saw that the little monk only ate half of the bowl and stopped eating.

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

Thank you, Lord, I'm full. I'm going to bring this half bowl of plain noodles back to my master. Maybe his old man didn't get it. He folded his hands and thanked Wu Yan. This little monk has grown He got off the stool and left the restaurant with half a bowl of plain noodles in his arms.

Wu Yan stopped eating noodles, looked at the figure of the little monk, and walked out of the restaurant slowly, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

What a sensible little monk, Wu Yan said in amazement as he watched the figure of the little monk leaving.

Only such a young child, he is already so sensible, he got a bowl of plain noodles by alms, he was already very hungry, but he still left half a bowl for the master to send over?

Moreover, even after eating this meal, the next meal has not been settled yet, but in the face of a piece of silver, or even a piece of gold, can he control his heart? This made Wu Yan even more admired.

At such a young age, he can do things that are difficult for many adults to do, right?

Wait, little master... For some unknown reason, Wu Yan suddenly shouted loudly, looking at the figure of the little monk leaving.

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

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