Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 227: The Comfort of the Ancestor

Chapter 227: Chapter 227: The Comfort of the Ancestor

Fu Shiyan heard what Jiangli said and did not insist.

"Brother San, Abbot, is it now my turn?"

Seeing that they seemed to have finished talking, Shang Junxiao, looking like a wronged party, timidly popped his head out.

Jiangli’s gaze fell upon his face and asked directly, "What happened recently?"

Shang Junxiao’s face looked murky, as if harmed by someone, and with the Peach Blossom Evil also caused by others, Jiangli had never seen such a peculiar facial expression before.

Upon hearing the question, Shang Junxiao poured out his grievances and told Jiangli everything that had happened to him these past few days.

Wen Zishu chimed in from time to time on the side.

"Old Shang, with such a big incident, why haven’t you told us before?" Duan Jianchuan frowned as he listened.

Shang Junxiao lowered his head, "I didn’t think too much of it at the time, just thought I was sleepwalking..."

Jiangli said in an indifferent tone, "Sleepwalking is a symptom of soul disorientation. Some people’s souls become murky or detach from the body in the middle of the night. With the body having nothing to rely on, they instinctively walk to find their souls. That’s called sleepwalking. When someone is sleepwalking, others must not scream or call out their name, because the fear is that the shouting may scare the soul away, never to be found again. But you can rest assured, you don’t have this problem."

With just one glance, Jiangli could tell that Shang Junxiao didn’t have any soul disorientation issues.

However, there were signs that Shang Junxiao’s soul was being controlled.

His eyes were fluttering, spiritless, dull, which were signs of a controlled soul and slow responsiveness.

"Really?" Shang Junxiao let out a slight sigh of relief when he heard this but quickly frowned again, "Then Abbot, can you see what exactly is wrong with me?"

Jiangli reached out a hand and tapped the table, "Stretch out your hand and place it on the table."

Shang Junxiao instinctively looked at Wen Zishu and Fu Shiyan, uncertain of what Jiangli intended to do, and felt somewhat uneasy.

Fu Shiyan said in a low voice, "Just do whatever the Abbot tells you to do."

Shang Junxiao obediently responded with an "oh" and dutifully extended his wrist onto the table.

Jiangli’s fingers moved and touched his wrist.

Before Shang Junxiao could react, he felt a chill from Jiangli’s fingertips as if it penetrated his skin deep into his flesh.

He stared at Jiangli somewhat blankly and nervously, not daring to breathe heavily.

Jiangli’s spiritual energy entered into Shang Junxiao’s pulse, following his momentum to probe the recent changes in his fortunes.

Within Shang Junxiao’s life soul, Jiangli saw a trace of something pitch-black, like lines, yet not quite so.

Jiangli frowned and said, "Xia Xin, bring me an Exorcism Talisman."

"Exorcism Talisman?"

Xia Xin was taken aback.

Jiangli glanced over.

He immediately tucked in his tail and scrambled through the talisman papers Jiangli had stored.

Fortunately, he had seen his master draw the Exorcism Talisman before, and quickly found one and handed it to Jiangli.

Jiangli let go of his hand, took it, and then her fingertips traced across the table.

Everyone saw that the smooth table surface was scored with a bloody mark under her fingertips.

What’s going on?

Jiangli lifted her bloodied finger and touched the talisman paper, then looked at Shang Junxiao, "Lift your head, look at me."

Shang Junxiao didn’t understand, but obediently did as instructed.

For some reason, from the first glance at Jiangli, he felt that Jiangli was trustworthy.

When he lifted his head, Jiangli took the talisman and placed it under his nostrils.

The next second, Jiangli’s fingertip touched the talisman, and it spontaneously ignited without fire.

Shang Junxiao and everyone else were startled.

"Do not move," Jiangli spoke gravely just as Shang Junxiao was about to jerk away, "It won’t burn you, rest assured."

Shang Junxiao forcefully suppressed his instinctive impulse and sat rigidly still, managing not to move.