Three days later, Liu Jing pretended to be "Wang Lie" from the Black Evil Cult and arrived at the place where he had agreed to meet with the male cultivator surnamed Wen.
This time, Na Tie Luo did not follow, but waited for Liu Jing in a small dilapidated temple in the far suburbs.
Due to the adjustment and handover of the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect, the leader of the Black Evil Sect needs to be finalized personally.
This time, Liu Jing was brave enough to coerce Tie Luo into pretending to be the missionary leader.
He deliberately resolved the restrictions on Tie Luo in order to relieve the other party's worries. Firstly, he showed his own methods, and secondly, if something went wrong, Tie Luo could run away immediately without shrinking back.
Of course, although Liu Jing lifted the restrictions placed on the leader of the Black Evil Cult, he increased his own restrictions.
This also allows the other person to do their best for you.
After Liu Jing took over the captured casual cultivator from the young man surnamed Wen of the Biyue Sect, he would hand it over to Tie Luo.
As a result, in the eyes of the Black Evil Cult, the person in charge is still Tie Luo, but in the eyes of the young man named Wen, the person in charge has become this "Wang Lie".
Liu Jing perfectly achieved the "eating-for-both-ends" approach.
"Hello, Senior Brother Wen." After seeing the young man named Wen, Liu Jing bowed respectfully and showed full etiquette.
"Yes." The young man surnamed Wen calmly enjoyed the other party's courtesy.
He really likes the feeling of being high and respected by others. After he successfully builds the foundation, he will be regarded as an elite of the Moon Covering Sect. By then, the Qi Refining disciples will all call him "Uncle Master", which is very comfortable to hear.
Liu Jing's revealed cultivation at this time was only at the tenth level of Qi Refining, and he acted tremblingly in front of a senior disciple of the Hidden Moon Sect like the young man surnamed Wen.
As usual, the young man surnamed Wen directly threw the bag containing the casual cultivators at his feet to Liu Jing.
Liu Jing opened his arms, took the bag awkwardly, and replied: "Thank you, Senior Brother Wen."
"Your name seems to be Wang Lie, right?" Senior Brother Wen asked.
Liu Jing chuckled: "Senior Brother Wen has a good memory!"
"You're not bad. Senior brother, among the disciples of the Black Evil Cult that I have ever met, you are the most polite and know the best etiquette." Senior Brother Wen praised.
Whether it’s the one surnamed Ma or the one surnamed Tie, they are all Taoist friends.
Are those evil ways worthy?
"Senior Brother Wen, I don't know. This kid's cultivation is low. If he doesn't understand etiquette, he will definitely not survive long in the Black Evil Cult." Liu Jing smiled cautiously.
Senior Brother Wen nodded with deep understanding.
No matter how sweet-tongued this person with low cultivation level is, he will not survive long even in the seven major sects of Yue Kingdom, let alone in such a crooked sect.
"You're not bad, but your cultivation is a bit low and you're too old."
"Senior Brother Wen, I am twenty years old this year." This should be the first truth Liu Jing has said in a few days.
Senior Brother Wen said in a preaching tone: "This level of cultivation is a bit low. In our Biyue Sect, we can only do the work of serving tea and water. In the Black Evil Sect, you can at least run errands."
Liu Jing's eyes rolled around and he said with a smile: "Since I will be responsible for handing over work with Senior Brother Wen from now on, let me bring tea and water to Senior Brother Wen."
Senior Brother Wen glanced at Liu Jing in surprise, then laughed and said, "What a clever little kid!"
In the following days, Liu Jing would arrive at the designated location early as agreed and receive the "goods" from Brother Wen.
After going back and forth, the two of them got really familiar with each other.
Liu Jing also brought a few bags of "green and dripping" tea leaves and gave them to "Senior Brother Wen" who had a high self-esteem, and the other party praised him for his clever mind and eye.
Perhaps because Liu Jing's revealed cultivation level was too low, and because he had always been very humble in front of Senior Brother Wen, Senior Brother Wen gradually let down his guard.
Liu Jing roughly understood the strength of the Hidden Moon Sect in this stronghold from the chat.
The general manager of this stronghold is a guy who is in the early stage of foundation building, and he is also the only one here with foundation building skills.
Fellow Daoist Wen, who is on the 13th level of Qi Refining, is the deputy manager here and is also the second highest in cultivation.
The rest, those who run errands or are responsible for guarding, are basically between the seventh level of Qi Refining and the ninth level of Qi Refining.
Generally speaking, disciples who are sent out to the secular world are often the most marginalized and unpopular.
Even the foundation-building monk in charge here is at the bottom among the immortal cultivators of the same level in the Hidden Moon Sect.
Today, the country of Yue is considered at peace, and the domestic resources for cultivating immortals have long been divided among the seven major sects. Each family has its own sphere of influence. On the surface, they at least live in peace and do not covet each other's resources.
When the devil invades and the world is in chaos, the seven sects will send a large number of elites to protect their spiritual veins and mines.
Therefore, Senior Brother Wen's job is very easy now, and there is no need to worry about evil people coming to seize the spiritual veins.
Liu Jing used a common saying from his previous life to describe it as “you don’t even need to clock in to get off work”.
One day a month later, the only foundation-building monk of the Hidden Moon Sect in this stronghold was about to return to the sect to resume his duties. For the time being, Senior Brother Wen had the final say in this place.
In fact, on weekdays, the senior uncle in the foundation-building stage is also a hands-off shopkeeper who basically doesn't care about anything. All the big and small affairs are basically handled by senior brother Wen. However, senior brother Wen still has to be timid with such an uncle above his head.
Now, Senior Brother Wen can let himself go.
Liu Jing silently followed Senior Brother Wen to the Yue Jing Sect's stronghold in Yue Jing.
From the outside, it looks like a simple and inconspicuous little house.
Not far away is a very vast lake.
Liu Jing's eyes were sharp, and he recognized that this was actually a small illusion formation at a glance. It could confuse mortals and immortal cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, but it could not resist those in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Senior Brother Wen took out a piece of talisman paper from his storage bag and blew lightly.
The talisman left his hand and floated above the head of the hut.
In an instant, the talisman turned into countless confetti, and at the same time, a soft light yellow light spread out and enveloped the small room.
After a few breaths, the small house disappeared, and a bottomless underground passage appeared. On the right side of the passage, there was a sparkling crystal ball.
Liu Jing knew that because this water-type spiritual vein was buried under the lake, the real stronghold of the Hidden Moon Sect was also located underground nearby.
"Fortunately, I didn't act rashly! If I had forced my way in, there would have been a lot of trouble." Liu Jing was thankful in his heart.
Senior Brother Wen said proudly: "Xiao Wang, if someone breaks the formation forcibly outside, the mechanism inside will be activated, and this passage will be automatically blocked."
"At the same time, this crystal ball will explode, and the sect will immediately receive news that there are immortal cultivators above Foundation Establishment who have forcibly broken into the spiritual vein land of our Hidden Moon Sect."
"The sect will send the nearest Danjie elder to come over as soon as possible."
Senior Brother Wen was talking to himself, but he didn't notice the sweat dripping from Liu Jing's forehead.