"You two little friends, it's cold in the middle of the night in the desert, and it's already dusk now. If you don't mind a bad old man like me, please stay here for one night."
The old man smiled and said something, without asking whether Wang Teng and Huo'er agreed, he sat down directly, took out some cold steamed buns, and ate them. He seemed to be eating them with gusto.
Wang Teng and Huo'er looked at each other, took a few steps back, and kept a distance from the old man.
The other party's cultivation level didn't fluctuate at all, but it was very simple.
After all, even he, Ke Huo'er, was trapped in this vast desert. How could a mortal come here?
The only explanation is that this old man is unfathomable. "Hey, Sakyamuni, what is true is also false, and what is false is also true. The Buddha talked about reincarnation, cause and condition, and everything is empty. I wonder if Sakyamuni has become empty now!" The old man soon said
After finishing a steamed bun, he licked his fingers, looking like he still had something to say. He glanced at the Buddha statue again, and gave a weird laugh, his tone
Actually, he didn't have much respect for Sakyamuni.
Wang Teng's heart trembled, and he felt even more that this lame old man was not simple.
Sakyamuni was a great sage in ancient times, comparable to other disciples. When people in later generations mention him, who would dare to be disrespectful?
This old man is too courageous.
"It's none of your business whether others are successful or not. Old cripple, your legs and feet are inconvenient. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get out when you go to the depths of the desert alone?"
At this time, a childish voice came, and someone came to the door of the temple.
It was a girl, about seven or eight years old, with a ponytail, a pink face, and a very innocent look. She also held a skewered candied haws in her hand, eating it while talking vaguely.
Wang Teng blinked, somewhat doubting whether he had seen it correctly.
In the depths of this desert, even if an old lame man came, a girl actually came?
This girl is so weak that she dares to come here despite her young age?
Is this desert so easy to get into?
"Hey, little girl, are you weaned? Aren't you afraid of dying here when you come here?" The old lame man laughed strangely and said in a hurry.
"You haven't been weaned yet!" The little girl said angrily even though she was young but had a sharp mouth.
She was very old-fashioned. Wang Teng looked at the door for a long time and saw no one coming, so he confirmed that this girl really came alone.
Like the crippled old man, this girl could not detect the slightest fluctuation in her cultivation, just like an ordinary person.
"Haha, you two came very quickly, you were one step ahead of me!"
Finally, at the temple, a third person came.
This third person is a young man dressed as a scholar, holding a paper fan, thin and smiling, wearing common clothes, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.
He is neither gorgeous nor noble. He is like a scholar who comes from a poor family. He has read for several years and has a sense of elegance.
Wang Teng and Huo'er were confused. From the conversation between the three of them, they seemed to know each other. They were not the same person, but they gathered together in this temple by coincidence.
What are the identities of these three people?
An old lame man, an innocent girl, and a poor scholar, what a strange combination.
"Could it be them?" After thinking for a long time, Huo'er seemed to have thought of something and exclaimed in shock.
The lame old man, the innocent girl, and the poor scholar all cast their eyes on Huo'er.
"Haha, I didn't expect that there are such beauties here. From the looks of it, you seem to know us. You might as well take a guess!" The paper fan in the hand of the poor scholar unfolded with a snap, and he smiled softly, and said with some jade trees in the wind. "Okay, since
So, then I will venture to make a guess. If I am wrong, please forgive me!" Huo'er first focused his beautiful eyes on the poor scholar, smiled faintly, and said: "In the field of literature, there is a number one scholar, who is eighth in talent.
Dou, who entered Taoism through literature, called himself a "literary sage", was arrogant and arrogant, and did not read the world
In the eyes of a scholar, he always appears in common clothes, coming and going misty. If my guess is correct, then the so-called literary sage is you!"
There are three thousand realms, all kinds of weird and wonderful, and Wen realm is one of them.
It was a large region with a strong literary culture, and every citizen in it had read the books of sages since childhood and obtained fame.
The title of "Zhuangyuanlang" is not comparable to that of the secular world. Only one is born every hundred years.
We must know that the literary field is vast, and there are countless talented and beautiful people who have read the books of sages and sages. To get the title of Number One Scholar among these people is no less difficult than climbing to the sky.
The literary sage is even more remarkable. He uses his writing to understand the principles of nature and the universe. There are even rumors that he is the reincarnation of one of the ancient scholars and has the aura of a great sage!
This so-called literary saint is so special that he is famous throughout the Three Thousand Domains.
"Haha, Miss, I have such a sharp eye. I never thought that my humble name could be known to you. I'm really honored!" The poor scholar smiled slightly, without comment, and he felt calm and contented with the calmness of the clouds.
, it seems that the world is collapsing, but he can still smile lightly at the wind.
From his answer, it can be seen that Huo'er guessed correctly, he is Wen Sheng, a famous genius in the Three Thousand Realms today!
Wang Teng was surprised and entered Taoism through literature. When he was in the Endless Continent, he also heard of some strange people, but few of them could go very far.
The young man in front of me can find a new path and achieve the great truth. He is truly a different kind. He is worthy of his name as a genius.
"Huh, guess who I am?" At this time, the seven or eight-year-old girl said angrily.
The two ponytails on her head swayed slightly, making her look even more charming and charming. "You can guess better!" However, Huo'er looked at her up and down and said with a smile: "Spirit Realm
There are many prodigies in the Three Thousand Realm, and it is rumored that in recent years, a very rare girl has appeared in the Spiritual Realm. She looks seven or eight years old, holds seven stars, can deduce deeds for thousands of years, and wears a ponytail.
You are called the "Tianji Virgin", but it is not you, who else could it be?"
"Deducing thousands of years of deeds?" Wang Teng looked at the little girl in disbelief.
This girl is so innocent, is she really so awesome?
The way of heaven is ethereal and the world is unpredictable. Who can see through the past, present and future?
This little girl can deduce thousands of years, which is so shocking. She is simply a reincarnated immortal!
"Huh, you're right!" The little girl touched the ponytail on her head, thinking that it exposed her noble and sacred identity, and felt a little unhappy.
"Why do you have the aura of my "divine calculation lineage" in your body? Have you come into contact with other masters of my lineage?"
The little girl suddenly turned her big eyes, looked at Wang Teng, and said doubtfully. Wang Teng was stunned. This was the first time he had heard of the divine calculation. Naturally, he had never come into contact with an expert among them.
