In a certain area of the camp where Spirit Beast Mountain is located, there are more than a dozen stone houses scattered here, each of which is much larger in size. The outer walls of the stone houses are painted in different colors, which are obviously different from other areas.
This is where the offices of some important departments of Spirit Beast Mountain are located. Even though it is getting dark, there are still crowds of people, and every stone house is extremely busy.
Mo Juren, who left Tianhua Building, also rushed here. At a glance, he could see the different flags hanging at the door of each stone house. In particular, one of the stone houses with the word 'Logistics' hanging on it instantly attracted his attention.
Compared with other stone houses, this place is obviously busier. There are many monks lining up and gathering at the door, as if they are waiting for something, and the deacon disciples responsible for receiving and handling things are also busy coming in and out.
Mo Juren looked at it for a while and then stopped. He walked directly through the crowd and walked towards a special stone house in front that was small but had the most exquisite appearance.
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The sky was getting dark, and the lights inside the stone house were brightly lit.
Inside the room at this time, Mo Juren stood still, waiting respectfully. Not far ahead, a middle-aged man in a blue robe sat motionless, holding an opened letter in his hand and reading it carefully.
This man was Wang Ping's grandfather, and he seemed to have known him for a long time, so his attitude was very kind after meeting him.
After a while, after reading the contents of the letter, he raised his head. However, he did not respond immediately. Instead, he kept looking at him with leisurely time.
"Mo Juren, deputy master of Lingfu Pavilion, that's right." A smile suddenly appeared on Elder Wang's face, and he said in a kind tone,
"Ping'er often mentions your name in front of me. He admires you very much."
"Senior Brother Wang is a sincere person, and we feel like old friends with the younger generation at first sight. He is one of the few close friends I have in the sect." Mo Juren's expression did not change, and he turned around and said,
"Admiration is just a joke and should not be taken seriously. On the contrary, I am very grateful to Senior Brother Wang. When I first joined the sect, I relied on his help many times, which saved me a lot of detours. .”
"I am also happy to see that you, the younger generation, can get along well with each other." Seeing the other party's humble attitude, Elder Wang was obviously very satisfied. He then raised the letter in his hand and continued,
"I understand what Mr. Han means. The matter is not complicated. You can go back and prepare. You can just go directly to the stone house where the logistics department is tomorrow."
While speaking, he waved his palm gently, and a golden light flashed, but a golden token the size of a palm emerged and slowly flew towards him.
"This is your identity token. If you hold this token, all the disciples working in the logistics will be managed by you. The person currently in charge of the logistics is a foundation-building disciple named Wang. You can directly show this order to him when you go there tomorrow. That’s it.
As for the tedious and specific logistics work, I still recommend that you not get too involved in it and only be responsible for supervision. It doesn’t matter if something happens, I’m always here, you can come over at any time..."
Elder Wang was obviously in a good mood. He patiently asked many things and even gave some pertinent suggestions.
Mo Juren was naturally very grateful for this and remembered them one by one very seriously. It wasn't until the other party stopped continuing that he saluted again and then said goodbye. However, when he turned around, he seemed to feel something vaguely. His eyes glanced in a certain direction inadvertently, and without looking much, he quickly disappeared into the room.
The moment the door closed, the smile on Elder Wang's face slowly faded, and a sharp look suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "I know you are here, come out."
As soon as he finished speaking, a gap suddenly opened in the stone wall somewhere behind him, which turned out to be a hidden stone door. After pushing open, a middle-aged monk who was tall, thin, slightly ugly, and had a faint hint of wretchedness stepped in.
The other party seemed a little anxious. As soon as he walked in, he couldn't wait to ask: "Uncle, why do you want to give up the logistics seat? That is the fat job that many people dream of. We can definitely..."
"Shut up." Elder Wang interrupted the other party directly, his tone full of ridicule, "Do you think you are the only smart person in the world and everyone else is a fool?"
Seeing the anger on his uncle's face, the ugly monk was immediately frightened. He didn't dare to speak anymore and just stood there quietly waiting for the other party's instructions.
This attitude made Elder Wang's anger dissipate a little, and then he continued,
"Since the beginning of this war, I have been on the frontline to control the overall situation. And the Wang family has also been given the opportunity to participate in the operation of almost all departments. You should know how much benefits they have gained during this period, right?"
Seeing that the other party was silent, Elder Wang snorted coldly and continued,
"But don't forget, Spirit Beast Mountain does not belong to the Wang family, there are more powerful families. In terms of overall strength, our Wang family can only rank in the top five, and we are far from being arrogant. If it is because of Tai If you are too greedy and arouse the disgust of other big clans, they may even join forces to suppress you, you can think about the consequences yourself."
"But, Mo Juren..."
"What's wrong with Mo Juren? You don't like him?" Seeing that the other party was still not enlightened, the coldness in Elder Wang's eyes became even worse.
"Uncle, calm down. I don't mean to look down on him. It's just... I just feel that he is not from the Han family after all. Even if he is favored by Mr. Han, he cannot be supported infinitely."
"One leaf blinds one's eyes, and one is trying to be smart." Elder Wang scolded again,
"Who is Mr. Han? He is the real helmsman of the Han family. The ancestor of the Han family has been in seclusion all year round and almost ignores worldly affairs. He makes the final decision in all affairs of the Han family.
And Mr. Han is a well-known talisman fanatic. He has been obsessed with making talismans all his life. When he met a Talisman genius like Mo Juren who was rare in a thousand years, it was so simple to take a fancy to him. He completely regarded him as his successor in the Talisman lineage. nourish.
Except in name, this is almost the same as master and apprentice. Don't tell me you don't understand what this means. In the world of immortality, the master-disciple relationship represents inheritance, and sometimes it is closer than family ties. What's more, Mr. Han is alone and has no bloodline of his own to pass on. Therefore, Mo Juren is his only direct descendant. No matter how much support he has, it will not be surprising. "
"Then... what about the other members of the Han family? Do they have no objection? After all, resources are limited. If they are given to outsiders, the interests of the family will be reduced?"
"So you are being smart. The Han family is not a fool. Of course they know everything. However, they did not object. Have you never thought about the reason?"
"Ah!" The ugly monk was stunned by the question. He really didn't know this yet.
"Han Yunzhi, the most outstanding little girl of the younger generation of the Han family, have you heard about her situation?" Elder Wang did not answer directly, but nodded. The latter's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked,
"What does uncle mean?"
"It's just as you guessed." Elder Wang nodded and continued,
"Mo Juren's talent in the Fu Dao lineage is really amazing. He has already formed a lineage of his own, with the shadow of the future Fu Dao master. He happened to be close to Han Yunzhi again, and the Han family knew about it. Naturally, Happy to see it come to fruition.”
At this point, his conversation suddenly changed and he said seriously,
"You don't need me to tell you the value of a Fu Dao master, especially for a family power, it will benefit endlessly. I don't care what you thought before, but you must try your best to win over this person in the future. Especially under the premise that the other party and Heping'er get along extremely well, such an opportunity should be seized."
"Uncle, don't worry, my nephew understands." The ugly monk respectfully agreed. However, he didn't know what he thought of, and there was a hint of strangeness in his eyes, which disappeared in a flash.
