Yun Fan's consciousness at this time had already entered the memory of that senior.

In it, he was just a bystander, a dispensable bystander.

In the vast white world, there is a faint touch of greenery looming in it.

The sky seemed to be missing a hole, and it seemed to pour all the water in the heavenly river in one go.

The torrential rain still showed no signs of stopping, as if it really wanted to drown the world.

Under the lush tree, Yun Fan crossed his arms and looked with interest at the monk who was sitting under the tree, carefully looking at the scriptures.

"Fortunately, the scriptures are not wet. The monk breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself.

Yun Fan looked this guy up and down carefully, and he could vaguely see that this guy was also a cultivator, and judging from the fluctuation of spiritual power that was faintly emanating from his body, he was already in the realm of the early stage of the Spirit Sect Realm.

He couldn't help frowning, how could he only have such a little strength? You must know that he is not yet twenty years old before he has already entered the Spirit Sect realm.

It's not that he thinks highly of himself, but in his opinion, the predecessors who can create the moving maze should not be ordinary people, and their strength should far surpass those of their peers.

The monk under the tree looked at the scriptures, looking relaxed and relaxed.

Yun Fan beside the tree stared at the monk with a puzzled and confused expression.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are watching you from upstairs.

Just when Yun Fan was frowning, there seemed to be hurried footsteps in the vast rain curtain outside.

The monk was still looking at the scriptures with relish, but Yun Fan subconsciously looked at it.

"Smack!"

A broad sole suddenly stretched out from the rain curtain and trampled heavily into the water under his feet, making a big splash.

A huge figure also stepped in.

More than one person?

Yun Fan's expression moved, and looking at the back of the burly figure, two thin figures ran in after the figure.

"Fuck, what the hell is the weather, it's good to give Lao Tzu such a big rainstorm!"

The burly figure scolded and dragged the chains in his hand, pulling the two emaciated figures in front of him, and almost staggered to the ground.

Only then did Yun Fan notice that the feet and hands of the two thin figures were tied with heavy chains, and between walking, there was a sound of collision, which made people look sideways.

"Go pick up some dry firewood, make a fire, and freeze to death." The burly figure commanded, and threw the chain in his hand to the ground.

The chains fell into the muddy water, splashing countless mud spots on the two emaciated figures.

Their bodies shuddered, and then they honestly went around looking for dry wood to start a fire.

"Buzz!"

The burly figure let out a low shout, and a burst of spiritual light emanated from his body, drying all the rain on his body.

After doing all this, he raised his head and looked around.

Only then did Yun Fan see his appearance clearly, the person who came was a strong man, with unkempt hair like a bird's nest and a beard on his face.

The placket of the chest was open, revealing dark chest hair and strong muscles.

If it weren't for the unkempt hair on his head, Lu Zhishen would be able to pull out the weeping willows upside down.

It's just that those eyes that reveal a ruthless color are not at all similar to the uneven Rutiha.

"Hey, I didn't expect there to be a monk here?" the strong man naturally saw the monk in sackcloth under the tree.

The previous movement naturally woke him up from the profound Dharma, and he couldn't help frowning as he silently glanced at the two thin figures beside him who were trembling and picking up firewood not far away.

Looking at the monk who didn't respond to him, the strong man followed his line of sight, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't hurry up, you want to freeze Lao Tzu to death? The skin is itching again, isn't it?!" the strong man shouted angrily.

The sound is like a bell, like a rolling thunder.

The bodies of the two thin figures couldn't help but tremble, and their movements were obviously more agile.

Restless, like two panicked rabbits.

The young monk glanced at the strong man, put down the scriptures, and then slowly stood up, bending down at the latter.

"Amitabha. ”

The strong man stretched out his fingers and plucked his ears, looked at the young monk playfully and asked, "The master is also here to take shelter from the rain?"

"Amitabha, the little monk is just an ordinary monk, and he deserves the title of master. The young monk shook his head, and Gujing Wubo said.

"I think the master has an outstanding temperament, but he feels like a monk. The strong man was still laughing at the monk.

The monk didn't think it was wrong, but turned his gaze to the two emaciated children again.

"Dare to ask the donor, they are. . . The monk folded his hands and asked the strong man.

"Oh, you say they, they're my slaves. The strong man casually glanced at the two thin figures, and said disapprovingly.

The young monk's brow furrowed even deeper.

In such times, it is very normal to have slaves, which shows your power and status.

And in the darker age of the end of the law, the slave was called a two-legged sheep,

Just these three words make people feel chilling.

The young monk looked at the two emaciated children with pity in his eyes and sighed softly.

This world is like this, no matter how compassionate he is, he is still just an ordinary monk.

The two emaciated children noticed his gaze and looked up to meet him.

Among them, the one who looked small seemed to be a little afraid of life, and timidly glanced at the young monk, and quickly looked away.

And the slightly older child stared at the young monk tightly, with a small black face, but with a pair of unusually bright eyes, Rao is the young monk couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

The child looked at the young monk's soft gaze, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

*'s feet couldn't help but take a step in his direction, like a drowning person seeing the life-saving straw.

However, just as the child wanted to make a move, the strong man stretched and let out a comfortable sound*.

The child's face changed suddenly, and he quickly took it back, stacking the firewood in his hand with the firewood that the other child had picked up.

The young monk looked at the two children thoughtfully, not knowing what they were thinking.

Yun Fan looked at everything in front of him coldly, like an immortal who had fallen into the mortal world, and would never interfere with everything in the world.

In fact, even if he wanted to intervene, he was powerless.

Yun Fan crossed his arms and looked at the two thin children standing under the tree shivering, and looked at the strong man's expression and couldn't help but become a little colder.

In his previous life, as a beggar, he was extremely resistant to abducting and selling children and treating them as slaves, and even he himself was almost taken captive by human traffickers.

So for those two children, he can feel their fears and empathize.

Of course, things may not be as he thinks, the strong man is not a human trafficker, but for him, it makes no difference.

There is a way to die, what is the way to wait if you don't die?