"Then I'll bother Master, I don't know the Master's name." Wang Han, who looked at the old monk walking out of the tent behind, was relieved and said with a smile.

"Amitabha, I sacrifice my life in the Dharma name. I cannot be called a master in front of the donor. Please bring them with me." Hearing this, the old monk quickly pronounced the Buddha's name and said with a smile. After that, he turned around and took the lead in walking towards the back of the slave market.

"Let's keep up." Seeing this, Wang Han said to the slaves kneeling all over the ground, and followed the old monk first. Seeing this, the slaves quickly got up from the ground, crowded and supported each other and followed behind.

Behind the slave market is a collapsed wall, behind it is a vegetable field, and at first glance, it gradually becomes desolate, as if this is a place connecting the desert.

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Wang Han followed the old monk for about half an hour and then was taken to the edge of a forest by the old monk. Here, the green mountains and clear waters, high mountains, small bridges and flowing water, and nearby pastoral and vegetable fields were all available. The method of formation was faintly seen in the village houses, but it was no longer the desert on the road before.

If it weren't for personal experience, I'm afraid no one would have thought that the environment was only half an hour's walk away, but the difference in the environment was so huge.

"Amitabha!" After reaching the edge of this mountain forest, the old monk said with a smile: "Donors, this place is an undeveloped place, with fertile water and soil, abundant forests and few people, and there are no ferocious beasts around. Donors can settle here with peace of mind. The houses here are now uninhabited, so donors can choose houses among these houses to move in."

"Thank you, Master!" Wang Han said to the old monk with his hands folded.

"Thank you, Master!" The rescued slaves also thanked the old monk like Wang Han, and then entered the village under the leadership of some older people.

"The donor must have many doubts in his heart. I can solve the donor's doubts." After entering the village with Wang Han, he found a house, the old monk suddenly clasped his hands together and said with a smile to Wang Han.

"Thank you, Master, but I have many doubts in my heart to find the master to solve the doubts." Wang Han said with a smile.

"I dare not be accused of asking! Please tell me if you have any doubts. I am sure that I will speak up as the donor." Sitting down in the house with Wang Han, the old monk said with a smile.

(The protagonist has many questions, so I won't write them out one by one here. As long as you know, after this discussion, the protagonist's mood changes have increased to the level of an adult. There will be no so many doubts in the subsequent plot.)

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"Master." Wang Han, who put on a straw raincoat and a hat, said to the old monk with his hands folded in his hands. At this time, Wang Han's anger had faded a lot, and the fierce light left after the murder in his eyes also faded away, and he seemed to have a somewhat transcendent temperament.

On the past ten days, Wang Han asked the old monk many questions, and then there were new questions, including the right and wrong of history, human nature, human heart, and even the rules of the world, and the laws of the forest. The old monk also solved the doubts for Wang Han one by one. However, in the process of solving the doubts for Wang Han, he never talked about any Buddhist concepts. Everything was to solve the doubts for Wang Han from the perspective of the world. Fortunately, Wang Han had awakened and never forgot to worry about his eyes, and his mood improved a lot in ten days.

"If you have anything you want to do, do it! I am here to take care of you. If more people need protection, the donor can guide them here."

Before Wang Han could speak, the old monk said with a smile. It seemed that he had expected it, and even knew what Wang Han needed to do.

"Then I'll trouble the master."

Wang Han thanked him, and his figure flashed and disappeared from the house.

"Amitabha!"

Watching Wang Han disappear, the old monk yelled the Buddha's name, opened the door of the house and walked out of the house.

Outside the house, many people had already gotten up and were busy with the fields.

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After hanging through the wall and leaving the village, Wang Han appeared again at the door of the slave market. Now this slave market has been closed, and the corpses on the ground have been cleaned up, but the land on the ground is already brown-red, and the soil still emits a strong smell of blood and stench.

"That old monk is not simple!"

Smelling the stench and bloody smell in the air, Wang Han reached out to cover his nose and couldn't help but think in his heart.

When Wang Han left with the old monk before, he didn't think there was anything wrong, but now he came back alone, Wang Han found that this place was far away from the village the old monk took them to, and it was not possible to walk in half an hour. Even if he used the wall hanging, it took a lot of energy to cross the two places, which was enough to show that the distance between the two places was hundreds of kilometers. Not to mention half an hour, it would be impossible to walk such a distance for a few days.

Moreover, Wang Han was very strange before. Although the village looked ordinary, not only were there all kinds of items in the village, but even the food was enough for hundreds of people to eat for half a year. The fields and vegetable gardens were even green, and there were pigs, sheeps, cows, chicken coops, and many animals were kept in it. However, there was no one in the village. In those ten days, no outsider had visited the village.

Even if the people in the village fled, it would be impossible for nothing to be taken away, and even if the villagers left, it would be impossible for no one to come back. If the people in the village encountered an accident and everyone died, the village would not be preserved so completely, and there would be no clues. Now it seems that the village was specially prepared for itself and those rescued slaves.

Unfortunately, after thinking for a long time, Wang Han still couldn't figure out why the old monk wanted to help him. Where did the original people in that village go to and why didn't they take anything away?

Shaking his head, Wang Han praised it again and disappeared into the banned slave market.
Chapter completed!