The fat monk sitting behind the desk took out a palm-sized jade slip from his storage bag, looked up at Lu Ye, and said, "Name, origin, and cultivation base?"
Lu Ye answered one by one.
The fat cultivator pondered: "Xuantianzong Lu Ye... Well, I found it, there is indeed someone!"
Only then did Lu Ye realize that the jade slip in the fat cultivator's hand should have recorded some information on the mine, including the origin and identity of the mine slaves. Under such inspection, it can be ensured that no remnants of Xieyue Valley are mixed into it.
"But... that's not right!" The fat cultivator squinted his eyes slightly, "It is recorded in the jade plate that Lu Ye is just a mortal who has not enlightened, but you have already opened up, and it does not match the information, so it is a bit difficult to handle."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the storage bag on Lu Ye's waist.
Lu Ye smiled inwardly. His previous worries were indeed right. A miner carrying a storage bag could easily arouse some unnecessary coveting.
If it is according to his previous plan, it doesn't matter if he presents this storage bag, it will save money and eliminate disasters. Anyway, now that he has regained his freedom, he is afraid that he will find something better in the future.
But with the casual remarks of Tang Lao before, Lu Ye doesn't have to be afraid of anything, and the kindness of the old man can never be let down.
In the face of the fat monk's doubts, Lu Ye said: "I met an injured Xieyuegu monk in the mine road. I killed him and opened a spiritual aperture between life and death."
The fat cultivator raised his brows when he heard the words. If what Lu Ye said was true, it would be a bit incredible. A tiger is always a tiger. Even if it is injured, it is not something that a goat can provoke, let alone kill it.
He somewhat understands where the storage bag on Lu Ye's waist came from...
At this time, the young cultivator who led Lu Ye came over, leaned over and said something in the fat cultivator's ear, the fat cultivator looked surprised: "Which old Tang?"
The young monk didn't speak, just looked at him.
The fat cultivator reacted, coughed lightly, and watched Lu Ye's expression become much kinder: "So that's the case, you are a little daring! Well, although your identity is basically confirmed, but the process to go still has to go, you Come with me."
Saying so, stand up.
"Senior Brother Pang, I'll be busy first." The young cultivator clasped his fists.
"Go, let's go." Brother Pang waved his hand.
Following the fat monk, Lu Ye walked in the direction where many miners gathered.
When he was near, the fat cultivator put his hands on his waist, took a few breaths, and then said, "Are there any people from the Xuantian Sect? Come out and let me see."
Thinker
No answer.
Lu Ye glanced over, but did not see the faces of the disciples of Xuan Tianzong.
Xuan Tianzong is a small sect after all, and there are not many disciples in the sect. When it was captured by Xieyuegu a year ago, many people died, and only more than 20 young people are still alive.
After this year, a lot of people died, but in Lu Ye's memory, there should be three or five people alive.
But at the moment, I didn't see the figures of the three or five people, and it was unexpected.
He couldn't help but feel a little sad. Although he had no sense of belonging to the Xuantian Sect, he was the only one left in a sect, which made him feel the cruelty of this world more and more.
The fat monk said again: "Does anyone know him?"
Still no one answered, Lu Ye was not very popular among the miners, everyone was yellow-faced and skinny, struggling to survive every day, but Lu Ye lived a very nourishing life, and he had rich contributions to exchange for Qi and Blood Pills. As a result, other Miners naturally have no good impression of him.
The same unfortunate encounter does not make people feel the same enemy, but it is more likely to breed estrangement and exclusion.
Lu Ye saw the Liu brothers in the crowd. The two guys didn't die, and they were fateful, but the Liu brothers didn't want to stand up to prove Lu Ye's identity, they just looked at him with schadenfreude.
The fat cultivator couldn't help but glanced at Lu Ye, doubting whether this guy was Lu Ye of Xuantian Sect. Since he was a mine slave, someone should be able to prove his identity.
Many people have been checked in this way before, identifying each other and confirming their identities.
"I know him, he is Xuan Tianzong Lu Ye." Just when the fat cultivator was suspicious, a weak voice came out.
"Who's talking?" The fat cultivator turned his eyes back and followed the source of the voice.
The crowd took the initiative to separate, revealing the speaker.
Seeing the person's face clearly, Lu Ye was a little surprised, because he had only one relationship with this person, and he hadn't seen each other for a long time.
It was a woman who spoke. Compared with the disgraced miners around her, her clothes were not bright, but at least they were neat and clean.
The fat cultivator looked at the woman and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure he is Lu Ye of Xuantian Sect? After thinking about it clearly, talk again. Lying in front of me is not a good end."
The woman shrank her neck, but said firmly, "I can be sure."
The fat cultivator nodded and waved at Lu Ye: "Okay, I'm innocent, just stay in the past, don't run around." After finishing speaking, he blinked at Lu Ye: "Tomorrow, there is an opportunity waiting for you."
Turn around and leave.
After he left, the repressed atmosphere was relieved. It could be seen that these slaves living at the bottom were still very afraid of the fat monk.
Lu Ye thought for a while, then walked towards the woman who had just spoken, and when he got closer, he said, "Girl, thank you for your honest words."
The woman shook her head: "No, you saved me, and I didn't have time to thank you at that time."
She was talking about what happened nearly half a year ago. At that time, Lu Ye came across this woman in the depths of the mine. She was being chased by another miner. Lu Ye couldn't stand it any longer, so he taught the murderer a lesson. pause.
But since that time, he has never seen this woman again.
Lu Ye smiled: "Then we are even?"
The woman also smiled, and Mu's sullen face regained some vitality: "It's even."
"Get to know each other again, Xuan Tianzong Lu Ye!"
The woman gave Yingying a gift, showing everyone's ladylike demeanor: "Yu's Yu Xiaodie."
Lu Ye asked curiously, "Does Miss Yu know what we are doing here? What was the chance that the fat man said just now?"
Yu Xiaodie stretched out her hand and brushed the hair by her ear, explaining: "We are all people with clear origins and innocent identities, and basically have no enlightenment. If we look at it as human beings, we will not train us, but there must be some of us in this group who are suitable for cultivation. The Haotian Alliance has won this place, so it is natural to make some arrangements. Some of them are suitable for cultivation and have cultivation qualifications. The sect of the Haotian League took it away."
"Is this the chance that Fatty said?" Lu Ye suddenly realized.