But with Mr. Tang’s casual words before, Lu Ye doesn’t have to be afraid of anything. The old man’s good intentions will never be let down.
Faced with the fat monk’s doubts, Lu Ye said: “I met an injured Xieyuegu monk in the mine, I killed him, and opened the spiritual aperture between life and death.”
The fat monk raised his eyebrows when he heard the words. If what Lu Ye said was true, it would be a bit serious. A tiger is always a tiger. Even if it is injured, it is not something that a goat can provoke, let alone kill.
He somewhat understood where the storage bag on Lu Ye’s waist came from…
At this moment, the young monk who led Lu Ye came over, leaned over and whispered something in the fat monk’s ear. The fat monk looked surprised: “Which Old Tang?”
The young monk didn’t speak, just looked at him.
The fat monk came to his senses, coughed lightly, and looked at Lu Ye with a more friendly expression: “I see, you are a bit timid! Well, although your identity is basically confirmed, there is still a process to go, you Come with me.”
With that said, he stood up.
“Senior Brother Pang, I’ll go first.” The young monk clasped his fists and said.
“Go, go.” Senior Brother Pang waved his hand.
Following the fat monk, Lu Ye walked towards the direction where many miners gathered.
When he got closer, the fat monk pinched his waist with his hands, took a few breaths, and then said: “Is there anyone from Xuantianzong? Stand up and let me see.”
No one answered.
Lu Ye glanced over, but did not see the faces of Xuantianzong disciples.
After all, Xuantianzong is a small sect, and there are not many disciples in the sect. When it was captured by Xieyue Valley a year ago, many people died, only more than 20 young people are still alive.
After this year, many died, but in Lu Ye’s memory, there should be three or five people alive.
But at this moment, I didn’t see the figures of those three or five people, so I thought that something unexpected happened.
He couldn’t help feeling a little sad, although he didn’t have any sense of belonging to the Xuantian Sect, but 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: “Then does anyone know him?”
Still no one answered, Lu Ye was not very popular among the miners, everyone was pale and thin, struggling to survive every day, but Lu Ye was alive and well, and he had a rich contribution to exchange for Qi and Blood Pills. In this way, other Naturally, the miners didn’t have a good opinion of him.
The same unfortunate experience does not make people share the same hatred, but it is more likely to breed estrangement and exclusion.
Lu Ye saw the Liu brothers in the crowd. It was fate that these two guys didn’t die, but the Liu brothers didn’t intend to stand up to prove Lu Ye’s identity, but just looked at him gloatingly.
The fat monk couldn’t help but glanced at Lu Ye, wondering if this guy was Lu Ye of the 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 Xuantianzong Lu Ye.” Just when the fat monk was suspicious, a weak voice came out.
“Who is talking?” The fat monk turned his gaze back and followed the source of the voice.
The crowd took the initiative to separate, revealing the speaker.
Seeing the man’s face clearly, Lu Ye was slightly surprised, because he had only met this man once, and he hadn’t seen him for a long time.
It was a woman who spoke. Compared with the disheveled miners around her, although her clothes were not bright, they were at least neat and clean.
The fat monk looked at the woman and asked in a deep voice: “Are you sure he is Lu Ye of Xuantian Sect? Think it through before you speak. Lying in front of me will not end well.”