Chapter 969 The Religion Exposed (1)

Feiyu Island, in the cafeteria of the Mazu Cult headquarters.

As if he hadn't eaten for several years, Niu Xu finished eating and drinking a large basin full of polenta in less than two minutes.

The shiny iron basin was as clean as if it had been licked by a dog.

However, when he raised his head and looked at the little widow Bilian across the table, he found that there was only half a bowl of polenta in the other person's pocket-sized bowl, which had not been touched at all.

In this regard, Niu Xu rarely asked:

"Today's polenta doesn't taste good? No, it tastes no worse than usual. Is it because your relatives are here and you're not feeling well? Then don't go out with me today and have a good rest."

Faced with Niu Xu's rare concern and his extremely unreliable guess.

After Bilian heard this, she glared at Niu Xu fiercely and said bitterly: "No, it's nothing. Don't make random guesses."

Then, with a voice not much louder than a mosquito, he whispered:

"The alliance has prepared the raw leaves of the sacred tea. The Presbyterian Council hopes that this material handover can be on time; in addition, if possible, they hope to get an additional 10,000 kilograms of white sugar."

After finishing speaking, the little widow Bilian blushed fiercely and looked a little unsure.

In fact, even she herself didn't know why she had urged Niu Xu to hand over supplies like this at least a hundred times after so many years.

Every time she said these words, she still felt extremely embarrassed.

Even the longer the time and the more times she spoke, the more she felt that every time she spoke to Niu Xu, it was a huge torment.

The specific reason, in fact, Bi Lian is also very clear about. It is the strong sense of shame when such a greedy face is revealed for the anti-imperialist alliance to which she belongs.

Yes, that's right! That's the shame that comes from still having a normal sense of shame.

The Presbyterian Church of the Anti-Imperial Alliance had indeed saved Niu Xu's life ten years ago, and his timely action had saved Zixia Zhenren from the fate of being killed in battle and captured.

But even for such a life-saving grace, Niu Xu's reward over the years has long been enough.

The monthly handover of supplies can be regarded as an astonishing wealth; Bilian even believes that such a sum of supplies alone is enough to repay her.

After more than ten years, the amount of accumulated materials has exceeded a hundred times.

With these supplies, half of which had mysteriously disappeared, the Anti-Imperial Alliance secretly cultivated a group of high-end elite forces.

Even so, the elders of the alliance have no idea of ​​gratitude and satisfaction.

Almost every month before the handover of materials, Bilian would ask that the quantity of certain materials need to be increased, and it seemed that she would never be satisfied.

The only act of kindness he made was to increase the weight of the monthly sacred tea leaves to a million pounds.

The problem is, Bilian has long known that this kind of primitive leaves are everywhere in the Kingdom of God, and it is really not a rare thing.

Bi Lian felt even more ashamed when she thought about using such a method to express her kindness.

After seeing the expression on the other person's face, Niu Xu seemed to vaguely guess the reason behind Bilian's behavior.

After thinking about it for a while, Niu Xucai explained with rare solemnity:

"Actually, you don't have to do this. Maybe for you, you saved my life and Bilian's life, but you just did it casually at the time; but for me, I am willing to give everything for Zi Xiao."

"So although the monthly supplies are quite a lot, I pay them willingly. Help me reply to the Presbyterian Church and say that it is okay to add 10,000 kilograms of white sugar, no problem."

After finishing speaking, Niu Xu took the big basin he used to eat in and went to the faucet to wash it off.

But these two short sentences immediately caused huge waves in the heart of the little widow Bilian.

An unprecedented huge regret rose in her heart at this time: why didn't she, Bilian, meet such a man earlier...

Two days later, Niu Xu returned to Sun City with the young widow Bilian.

After receiving millions of kilograms of raw leaves of divine tea, he opened the void passage in the hidden formation and left quickly.

As for Bilian, she once again wrote a detailed report following everything she saw around Niu Xu in the last month and submitted it to the Presbyterian Council.

Even though she has written hundreds of such reports, they have not had any effect.

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Time goes back to three days before Niu Xu returned to the modern plane.

In the evening, Zhou Qingyun walked carefully in the streets and alleys of Baiyun City.

The huge city, with its dense streets and alleys like spider webs, was still somewhat unfamiliar to him after having been here for half a year.

Although Baiyun Sect is not at the top level among the human cultivation sects, it can be regarded as a first-class sect no matter what.

Therefore, it is such a huge island with an area of ​​several thousand miles.

And on the island, Thunder Island, a large island with a population of millions, belongs exclusively to the Baiyun Sect.

As the largest city on the island, Baiyun City also has a population of one million, so the city with a huge radius is built like a huge maze.

No wonder an outsider like Zhou Qingyun, an outsider from a small place, has some headaches...

He has a skinny figure, dark skin that has been exposed to the sun all year round, and a face that looks weathered even though he is only in his thirties.

Finally, add a full-body set of linen clothes whose background color can no longer be seen.

All this made Zhou Qingyun look no different from the men selling coolies on the dock.

In fact, the identity Zhou Qingyun used to disguise himself was that of one of the thousands of coolies at the Baiyun City Pier.

But under this disguised identity, he also has a secret identity:

The general person in charge of the Thunder Island branch and the Baiyun City branch of the Mazu Cult.

Half a year ago, after the branch had initially established a firm foothold in a remote village on the island, as a senior believer, he secretly sneaked into Baiyun City with six brothers from the cult.

Their development in the past six months has been as smooth as imagined.

A few outsiders who dreamed of coming to a big city to make a fortune, but in the end could only make a living on the dock because they had no skills. They would not attract anyone's attention at all.

Then with the medicine they brought, they quickly won the closeness and gratitude of many coolies.

Next, according to the basic routine of the divine religion’s missionary work, it is natural to gradually promote the divine religion’s concept to them, that all people are equal and that no one is born inferior.

In the past six months, they have achieved fruitful results.

The Mazu Cult has a rich mass base among thousands of coolies; at the same time, there are twenty coolies that they have observed for a long time, to the point where they can be absorbed into the religion.

Today is the day when Zhou Qingyun will hold a secret initiation ceremony for them.

Zhou Qingyun's heart was filled with passion when he thought that twenty new brothers would join and the great cause of the Divine Religion would take great strides in Baiyun City.