Under the cold moonlight, a young man floated down from the opposite mountain peak and slowly landed in front of Ye Fan.
This person looked to be in his twenties and wore a robe made of black cloth. He had a dignified appearance and a tall and straight posture.
After landing in front of Ye Fan, the young man looked at Ye Fan with a calm expression.
"If you want to beat me or scold me, do as you please." Ye Fan looked at the young man in front of him and said weakly, "But please hurry up, I'm sleepy."
Who else would come looking for him at this time other than his enemy from his previous life?
"I'm not your enemy." The young man in the robe said.
"You're not my enemy? Then who are you? "When Ye Fan heard this, he forced himself to focus and asked.
"I'm the Mountain God of Mount Everest." The young man replied.
"Mountain God? You're the Mountain God of Mount Everest? "Ye Fan's voice was full of surprise.
He did not expect the Mountain God to appear at this time.
The young man nodded slowly.
"Cough … Cough … May I know why Your Eminence is here?" Ye Fan asked while coughing violently.
"I've met you once five hundred years ago. To be more specific, we can be considered old friends." The young man spoke to Ye Fan. "Now that you've met with misfortune here, I really can't bear to see you starve and suffer from the cold so I've specially come to bring you some food."
As the young man spoke, he stretched out his hand into the void.
Whoosh!
A stone tray appeared in his hand out of thin air!
On the tray, there was a large bowl of white rice, two plates of vegetables, a pot of water, a jar of strong liquor, and a pair of bamboo chopsticks.
"I met Your Eminence in my previous life?" Ye Fan asked with a frown.
"That's right." The young man replied calmly.
"What proof do you have?" Ye Fan looked at the young man and asked.
He had lost all of his spiritual energy, so his five senses were no different from ordinary people. He had no way of knowing whether the person in front of him was a god or a demon, a human or a ghost.
What if the other party purposely tricked him, and then poisoned the food to lure him into taking it? Wouldn't he die?
Thinking of this, he went straight to the point and asked the young man who claimed to be the Mountain God of Mount Everest.
His idea was not impossible.
Now in this Sweet Dew Temple, hundreds of old enemies from his previous life hated him so much that they couldn't wait to swallow him alive. Although Ge Sang Doji and the Eight Yin Yang Masters had already made it clear that no one was allowed to take his life before the Demon Slaying Conference, it was hard to guarantee that there would be people who were unwilling to give up and wanted to kill him personally!
The man smiled and slowly placed the dishes on the ground. Then, he picked up the small jar of liquor on the tray and broke the yellow seal with a snap. He placed it directly in front of Ye Fan.
"Come and smell it. This is the proof," the man said to Ye Fan with a smile.
Ye Fan frowned, not understanding what the other party meant.
What could a jar of wine prove?
However, just as he was filled with suspicion, the rich aroma of wine drifted into his nose.
The mellow aroma of the wine assailed the nostrils, and it also exuded a refreshing floral fragrance!
It was the Hundred Flowers Drunk!
The Hundred Flowers Drunk that he brewed in his previous life!
Ye Fan was instantly shocked!
"How is it? Do you believe me now? "the young man asked Ye Fan with a smile.
"How do you have my Hundred Flowers Drunk?" Ye Fan asked in surprise.
"Warm up first. Drink and talk." The man said as he placed the jar of wine next to Ye Fan's mouth and fed him.
Ye Fan, who had endured the extreme cold, looked at the young man and then lowered his head to look at the Hundred Blossom Drunk in his hand. After thinking for a moment, he opened his cracked lips and gulped down the drink.
The other party had the Hundred Flowers Drunk that he brewed in his previous life, so he shouldn't be lying to him.
"Drink slowly. This jar of wine is all yours." The young man looked at Ye Fan drinking crazily and said with a smile.
"Huff … Huff …" Ye Fan drank half a jar in a row before he stopped, panting heavily.
"You haven't eaten rice in a few days. Come, eat something." The man said as he put down the jar of wine and picked up the steaming hot rice. Then he picked up some vegetables with his bamboo chopsticks and placed them in front of Ye Fan.
"Come, eat it while it's hot." The young man looked at Ye Fan and used his chopsticks to pick up a ball of food and placed it next to Ye Fan's mouth.
Ye Fan opened his mouth and ate the food that the man fed him.
After not eating a drop of water and rice for a few days, he once again felt the sweetness of the rice.
Although it was just an ordinary meal that couldn't be any more ordinary, he felt as if it was a lifetime ago.
In the past few days, he had faced punches and kicks, torture and insults. No one treated him as a human.
Now that someone was feeding him, he had mixed feelings.
He ate the food that the young man fed him with big mouthfuls. His eyes were filled with tears.
He, Eldritch, didn't only have enemies. He also had friends!
In order to not let the other party see the tears in his eyes, Ye Fan deliberately closed his eyes and ate the rice.
But the result was the opposite. The more he closed his eyes, the more tears flowed out.
In the face of torture and whipping, he didn't make a sound, but in the face of this bowl of white rice, he, a man who had already married, shed hot tears.
Big drops of tears flowed down Ye Fan's blistered cheeks and fell into the bowl.
Ye Fan didn't care about this and continued to gulp down the food.
"I'm the Mountain God here. I can only eat vegetables. This bowl of vegetarian food is hard on you." The young man said as he used his sleeve to wipe the rice stuck to Ye Fan's mouth.
Ye Fan slowly shook his head as he chewed.
"Ye Fan will never forget the kindness of the Venerable God." Ye Fan said to the young man with red eyes as he chewed.
"There's no need for kindness. You don't have to call me the Venerable God. I'm just a mountain watcher. There's no such thing as respect. You can just call me Brother Mountain." The middle-aged man smiled as he fed Ye Fan. "Back then, you and I had similar temperaments. If I hadn't died young, maybe we could have become sworn brothers."
"Died young?" Ye Fan frowned and asked the middle-aged man.
"Yes, I died young. Otherwise, would I be like this now?" The young man smiled and said, "In other places, the Mountain Gods and Earth Gods are all old men with white hair and youthful faces. Only I am handsome and elegant. At first glance, you would think that I am an immortal from heaven. In fact, I am just a small leader who looks after the mountains. I just look like a bluff."
The young man's words made Ye Fan, whose mouth was full of food, smile.
This Mountain God was indeed like what he said. His temperament was very similar to his own. Even his tone of voice was not much different.
A big bowl of rice and two servings of vegetables were quickly devoured by Ye Fan like a whirlwind sweeping away the clouds.
"Come, drink some more wine. You still have a few days of hardship ahead of you." The young man said and once again picked up the wine jar to feed Ye Fan.
"You appeared so suddenly. Aren't you afraid that they will come and find trouble with you?" Ye Fan asked after drinking a few mouthfuls of the Hundred Blossom Wine.
Obviously, the 'they' he was talking about were the mountain spirits and monsters in the Sweet Dew Temple.
"Don't worry about that." The young man waved his hand and smiled. "Although my position is not high, I am still a god appointed by the Heavenly Emperor. Those motley crew, even if you lend them some courage, they won't dare to do anything to me. Speaking of which, with their little cultivation, I really don't care about them at all. You, on the other hand, were born with evil Qi and have fallen into the Devil Path. They can torture you however they want without fear. "
Ye Fan smiled and did not reply.
"What do you plan to do next?" The young man asked.
"Look at me now. What else can I do?" Ye Fan looked down at the huge chains wrapped around his body and said self-deprecatingly.
"Sigh …" The young man sighed.
"Can you break the chains on my body and save me from this Octupole Spell Pillar?" Ye Fan asked the young man.
"If I could save you, I would have done it long ago. Why would I wait until now?" The young man smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Ye Fan frowned after hearing this.
"These ten days of suffering are your predestined fate. Even if the Daluo Celestial Being descended to this world, he would be powerless, not to mention a mere Mountain God like me. Even this time when I came to deliver you food, I came quietly, not daring to make it public." The young man sighed. "To tell you the truth, you will suffer more in the next four days than you are now. All of this is because you were too ruthless in your previous life. You even took the lives of many people who had not yet reached the end of their lives. So in this life, you should repay them."
"In that case, I won't be able to escape death in the Devil Slaying Conference in four days." Ye Fan said with a frown.
"That's not necessarily true." When the young man heard Ye Fan's words, he immediately revealed a mysterious smile. "As the saying goes, misfortune is where fortune lies, fortune lies, and misfortune hides. Extreme misfortune leads to extreme happiness. Things will always move in the opposite direction! You are the Eldritch, the Eldritch who fought against the Six Immortals without losing a single battle. So many disasters and disasters didn't kill you. Even the Underworld didn't take your soul. This time, it won't be easy for them to kill you. Speaking of which, letting you die is too easy for you. "
"It's different this time." Ye Fan shook his head. "I have no cultivation now, and I'm seriously injured. Any normal person can take my life, let alone these demons and ghosts."
"You are really smart your whole life, but stupid this time." The young man smiled. "Why don't you think about it? In your previous life, you hated evil and were ruthless, but you also made a lot of good karma and accumulated a lot of good karma. Yes, you made a lot of enemies, but on the other hand, you also made a lot of friends. On the day of the Devil Slaying Conference, how can you be sure that your friends from your previous life won't gather here? Hmm? "
When Ye Fan heard this, his heart was filled with shock!
He was right. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. The more enemies I have, the more friends I have!
How could he have forgotten about this?!
"Taking ten thousand steps back, let's not talk about your previous life. Let's talk about this life." The young man smiled. "Don't you have a lot of friends? In the Devil Slaying Conference in four days, will they stand by and do nothing? "
"But if that's the case, why don't they show up now?" Ye Fan frowned and asked the young man. "Now, other than you, only evil people will come."
"Did those Yin Yang Eight Disciples break your head? Don't you understand this?" The young man smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you just now? These ten days of suffering are destined to be a calamity. No matter who comes, it's useless. What are they doing here now? Are they just going to watch you suffer? Or are they going to interfere with karma and eliminate all the motley crew? As the saying goes, it's not that they don't want to repay you. It's just that the time has not come for you to get rid of your suffering. Naturally, everything will go on as usual. "
Ye Fan suddenly understood and slowly nodded.
"It's getting late. I should go back." The young man bent over and picked up the tray. He said to Ye Fan, "These few days are the days you have to pay your debts. Bear with it."
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