"Two friends, it's cold late at night in the desert. It's dusk now. I don't mind my old man, so I'm here for a night."

The old man smiled and said something, but asked whether Wang Teng and Huoer agreed or not. He sat down and took out some cold and hard steamed buns, and ate them. It seemed that they were eating with relish.

Wang Teng and Huo'er looked at each other, both took a few steps back, and kept a distance from the old man.

The other party has no fluctuations in cultivation, but it is very simple.

After all, even he, Huoer, was trapped in this big desert. How could a mortal man come here?

The only explanation is that this old man is unfathomable. "Hey, Sakyamuni, true is false, false is true. The Buddha talks about the cause and condition of reincarnation, and everything is empty. I wonder if Sakyamuni is now empty!" The old man quickly finished a steamed bun, licked his fingers, and looked at the Buddha statue again, and laughed strangely, and his tone

He didn't mean to have much respect for Sakyamuni.

Wang Teng felt a little nervous, and he felt even more that this old lame man was not simple.

Shakyamuni was a great sage from ancient times, and was comparable to the sages. When later generations mentioned it, who dared to disrespect?

This old man is too bold.

"Did others be idle? You care about your nonsense? Old lame man, you have difficulty getting your legs and feet. Are you not afraid of not being able to walk out when you come alone? "

At this time, a tender voice came, and someone came again at the entrance of the temple.

It was a girl, who looked seven or eight years old, with a ponytail, a pink face, a pink and jade-carved, and extremely innocent. She was holding a string of candied haws in her hand, and she said vaguely while eating.

Wang Teng blinked, wondering if he had read it wrong.

In the depths of this desert, just let alone an old lame man, but a girl came?

This girl is so weak that she dares to come here even if she is young?

Is this desert so easy to break into?

"Hey, little girl, are you breasts broken? Come here, aren't you afraid of dying here?" The old lame man laughed strangely and squeezed.

"You are not weaned!" Although the little girl was not old, she had a pair of mouths, but she was very smart and angrily.

She was very old-fashioned. Wang Teng looked at the door for a while and saw no one coming. He was sure that this girl was really here alone.

Like the old lame man, this girl also could not detect any fluctuations in her cultivation, like an ordinary person.

"Haha, the two of you came quickly enough, and they were one step earlier than me!"

Finally, a third person came to the temple.

This third person is a young man dressed in a scholar. He holds a paper fan, has a thin figure, a smile on his face, and wears a cloth clothes, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

He is not gorgeous or noble, like a scholar from a poor family. After studying for a few years, he feels like a literary feeling.

Wang Teng and Huoer were confused. From the conversation between the three, they seemed to know each other, but they were not the same, but they gathered in this temple.

What are the identities of these three people?

An old lame man, an innocent girl, and a poor scholar, is really a weird combination.

"Can they be them?" Huo'er thought for a long time before he seemed to have thought of something, and exclaimed in shock.

The old man, the innocent girl, and the poor scholar, all looked at Huo'er.

"Haha, I didn't expect that there was such a beauty here. Look at it, you seem to know us, so you might as well guess!" The paper fan in the hand of the poor scholar unfolded, chuckled, and some jade trees were in the wind. "Okay, since that's the case, then I'll make a bold guess. What's wrong, please forgive me!" Huo'er first put his beautiful eyes on the poor scholar, smiled faintly, and said, "In the literary domain, there is a top scholar, who is very talented, and he enters the Tao with literature, calling himself "Sage of Wen", noble and arrogant, and does not read the world.

The scholar, in his eyes, has always appeared in a commonplace dress, and is coming and going. If I guess correctly, then the so-called literary saint is you!"

Three Thousand Domains are bizarre, and the Wen Domain is one of them.

It was a major area with a strong literary style. Every citizen in it read the books of sages since childhood and obtained fame and fortune.

The title of top scholar is not comparable to that of the secular world, and only one can be released every hundred years.

You should know that the literary field is vast and vast, and there are countless talented men and beautiful women who read sages and sages. Among these people, it is no less difficult than climbing to the top.

The literary saint was even more amazing. He used his literature to understand the principles of heaven and comprehend the universe. There were even rumors that he was reincarnated among the ancient philosophers and had the spirit of a great wise man!

This so-called literary saint is so special that it is well-known within the three thousand domains.

"Haha, the lady is as wise as a pearl. I didn't expect that my little name would be known to you. I am so honored!" The poor scholar smiled slightly, without commenting. With the calmness of the clouds and winds, he felt a sense of calmness. It seemed that he could still laugh quietly in front of the world.

From his answer, we can see that Huo'er guessed correctly. He is Wen Sheng, a famous genius in the Three Thousand Domains today!

Wang Teng was surprised and entered the Tao with literature. When he was on the Endless Continent, he had heard of some strange people, but few could go very far.

The young man in front of him can take a different approach and achieve the great way. He is really an alternative, and the name of a genius is worthy of his name.

"Hmph, then guess who I am?" At this time, the seven or eight-year-old girl said angrily.

The two ponytails on the head swayed gently, making them look more cute and adorable. "You guessed better!" However, Huo'er looked up and down at her and smiled: "There are children prodigys in the spiritual realm, and there are many well-known three thousand realms. It is rumored that in recent years, the spiritual realm has produced an extremely rare girl. She looks seven or eight years old and holds seven stars. She can deduce the deeds of thousands of years, with a ponytail.

He is known as the "Virgin of Heaven", but he is not you, who else can he be?"

"A thousand-year deeds were deduced?" Wang Teng looked at the little girl in disbelief.

Is this girl so innocent and so awesome?

The way of heaven is vague and the world is unpredictable. Who can see through the past and present and future?

This little girl can deduce it for thousands of years, which is so shocking. She is simply a reincarnation immortal!

"Hmph, you're right!" The little girl touched the ponytail on her head, thinking that it was her noble and sacred identity, and she was a little unhappy.

"Why do you have the aura of my "Spiritual Conclusion" on you? Have you ever contacted other experts in my meridians?"

The little girl suddenly rolled her big eyes and looked at Wang Teng and said in confusion. Wang Teng was stunned. This was the first time he had heard of it, so naturally he had never come into contact with the masters among them.
Chapter completed!