Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 280: The Ancestor Who Owed Favors

Chapter 280: Chapter 280: The Ancestor Who Owed Favors

Fu Shiyan was just about to rest when he received Jiangli’s message, so he immediately checked it.

Jiangli’s voice message was very direct, "President Fu, do you need someone to work for you?"

Fu Shiyan’s eyebrows twitched, "The Abbot is going to work for me?"

"Not me," Jiangli chuckled, "I’ve met someone. She might need a job. She does have one right now, but it’s very likely she’ll lose it because of me, so I wanted to find her another one."

Jiangli didn’t really know about the types of jobs available nowadays.

She didn’t even understand what the word ’job’ specifically meant.

She only knew that Black Wind might need a new job soon.

But she didn’t know many people.

Mr. Cao... unreliable.

Wen Zishu... also unreliable.

After some thought, the only slightly reliable person she could think of was Fu Shiyan.

Fu Shiyan himself was a big-shot, his company wouldn’t face various issues that would require layoffs.

To Fu Shiyan, this was but a small favor.

Fu Shiyan sent back a voice message, "The favor the Abbot owes is a favor I owe. I’ll take care of this matter. Just have her come to me."

Upon hearing this, Jiangli sighed in admiration, "As expected, Fu Shiyan is reliable!"

Just as she was about to reply, Fu Shiyan sent another voice message.

"However, does this count as the Abbot owing me a favor?"

Jiangli, without a second thought, replied, "Right, consider it a favor you’re owed by me."

"Then how about the Abbot treats me to a meal tomorrow as a way of repaying the favor?"

Fu Shiyan’s voice was like a hook, snagging Jiangli’s heart with every word.

His request seemed entirely reasonable.

Jiangli found no reason to refuse and agreed immediately, "Alright, you set the time and place, and just come pick me up when it’s time."

Fu Shiyan said with a smile, "Great, see you tomorrow."

Jiangli: "See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight," Fu Shiyan said softly.

When Jiangli heard that voice, she hissed, cleared her throat, and replied, "Goodnight."

Fu Shiyan listened to the voice message from Jiangli and curved his lips into a smile.

...

Jiangli replayed the ’goodnight’ voice message over and over again.

Lin Yurong looked at the continuously beaming Jiangli with some concern.

Why did she feel that the Abbot seemed to have been duped, still gladly counting money for others?

Lin Yurong was very worried.

She thought that tomorrow she still had to find a way to mention it to Xia Xin, to have Xia Xin keep an eye on the Abbot, lest she be tricked away by someone.

...

The night was deep and peaceful.

In Jiaoyang Temple, there was silence.

But not everywhere was as quiet.

Daoist Changmin returned from the hospital, furiously went to have a late-night snack, and when he returned to Qingyun Temple in the middle of the night, he was drunk and reeked of alcohol.

With a clang, he pushed open the door to his meditation room.

His junior brother, who shared the room, was playing with his phone and immediately got up when he saw him, "Senior brother, why are you coming back so late?"

Daoist Changmin glared, "Do I need to report my comings and goings to you?"

The junior brother shrank his neck, "Then, then you should rest early... "

He hadn’t finished speaking when a voice came from his phone.

"The Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple, Jiangli, if it weren’t for her, I really can’t imagine what would have become of Nana..."

"Jiaoyang Temple—"

Daoist Changmin caught these three words precisely, quickly strode over, snatched the phone from his junior brother’s hand.

The junior brother hastily said, "Senior brother, I was just randomly scrolling through some videos, nothing more..."

Daoist Changmin fixated on the video on the phone, a pretty girl was tearfully expressing her gratitude to Jiangli.

Daoist Changmin furrowed his brows deeply, freed one hand to grab his junior brother by the collar, pulling him close, "This Jiaoyang Temple, is it popular online now?"