Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 232: The Ancestral Master of Talisman Selling

Chapter 232: Chapter 232: The Ancestral Master of Talisman Selling

"Thank you."

Shang Junxiao truly experienced the feeling of being treated like an honored guest as he silently received the amulet.

Jiangli reminded, "If you’re really scared, you can have that military man accompany you in secret."

Her gaze swept towards Duan Jianchuan.

The moment Duan Jianchuan met Jiangli’s gaze, he had an ominous premonition.

He maintained a calm demeanor and stood beside Shang Junxiao, "Alright, I’ll follow Old Shang."

Trying his best to avoid Jiangli’s gaze.

Shang Junxiao looked at his fourth brother, who indeed gave him a greater sense of security, nodded in agreement, and then asked, "What about the Abbot, my little bear at home..."

"Wait a moment, let me check—"

As Jiangli spoke, she pulled open a drawer on the side, rummaged through it, and took out a talisman paper, placing it in front of Shang Junxiao.

"This is a Shield Talisman, which ensures that all yin energy or filthy things cannot be emitted. After you take it back, just stick it over the eyes of the little bear."

Jiangli added, "Likewise, it’s twenty thousand yuan per piece, ha."

Xia Xin took out the payment QR code again, placing it in front of Shang Junxiao.

This time, Shang Junxiao learned his lesson and paid directly by scanning the code, without needing Wen Zishu to remind him, and promptly took the talisman paper.

Jiangli smiled in satisfaction, "Alright, now there shouldn’t be any problems."

Shang Junxiao breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Abbot."

"You’re welcome." Jiangli displayed an innocent and harmless smile, looking towards Fu Shiyan, leaning forward slightly, "But, President Fu, don’t you plan to treat me to a meal today?"

Fu Shiyan smiled faintly, stood up, and said, "I was indeed planning to, I hope the Abbot will honor us."

"Since President Fu has said so, of course, I can’t refuse."

Jiangli was even more satisfied, "I shall humbly comply."

She got up to follow him.

Xia Xin: "..."

Wasn’t it said someone would treat us to a drink?

Is this... what the ancestors meant by an invitation?

Are you sure it’s not just asking straightforwardly, so the other party can’t refuse out of politeness?

This is almost like a threat, isn’t it, ancestors?

Xia Xin mused internally.

But looking at Jiangli and Fu Shiyan, one seemed happier than the other.

Neither of them seemed to feel forced at all.

Xia Xin ruefully touched his nose.

"Great, let’s go have a meal then; we’re hungry too." Wen Zishu helped Shang Junxiao up, excitedly said, "It’s already one in the afternoon, and we haven’t even had lunch yet, so it’s perfect to have something together."

Fu Shiyan nodded and made an inviting gesture to Jiangli with extreme gentleness, "Abbot, please."

Jiangli told Lin Yurong to stay in the side hall and not wander around, lest she gets hurt by the Taoist Temple’s aura, and then she walked ahead cheerfully, she was about to starve!

Fu Shiyan followed beside Jiangli, always wearing a light, noble smile. To the unknowing, they might have been mistaken for a couple.

Watching their retreating figures, Wen Zishu elbowed Shang Junxiao, "Old Shang, what do you say, looking at them like this, the Abbot and our third brother are quite a match, right?"

Shang Junxiao tightly clutched the two talismans, immersed in his own little world.

Only these two talismans could give him peace of mind now.

Upon hearing Wen Zishu’s words, he paused for a moment before he reacted, squinting at Jiangli and Fu Shiyan, and said with a frown, "They both indeed look good... but, our third brother and the Abbot don’t match!"

Wen Zishu was stunned, "Where don’t they match?"

Shang Junxiao said seriously, "How old is the Abbot, she only looks seventeen or eighteen, and our third brother is already twenty-eight, a whole ten years older, not good! Not good! Isn’t this just an old cow eating tender grass?"

Wen Zishu: "..."

Buddy, you really dare to say it.

He coughed, hooking his arm around Shang Junxiao’s neck, lowered his voice earnestly, "Old Shang, take a piece of advice from me, never say such things in front of our third brother, be careful of getting punched."