Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 282: Coming to Smash the Ancestral Grounds

Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Coming to Smash the Ancestral Grounds

Black Wind just hoped now that her daughter was alright.

At her call, Qingqing’s eyelids twitched slightly, and she opened her eyes. The moment she saw her mother, she started crying heart-wrenchingly.

Black Wind’s heart felt as if it had shattered, and she held her daughter and cried together.

No one knew which neighbor had called the police, and also summoned an ambulance.

Soon, the ambulance that rushed over took Qingqing back for a checkup.

Sitting in the ambulance, looking at her daughter who was quietly sobbing in her arms, Black Wind felt unspeakably relieved.

...

Early the next morning.

Jiangli opened her eyes sluggishly amid a noisy disturbance.

"Bang bang bang—"

The sound of knocking kept coming.

Jiangli blinked, her little face darkened, and she sat up abruptly, annoyed, "Who is it, making such a fuss so early in the morning!"

Lin Yurong was also startled awake.

She was somewhat bewildered.

Logically speaking, she was a ghost and didn’t need to rest.

But inside Jiaoyang Temple, she felt as if she were alive. When it got dark, she would feel tired.

After seeing Jiangli fall asleep last night, she herself soon fell asleep.

"Abbot, what’s happened?" Lin Yurong heard the incessant knocking outside, rubbed her eyes, and asked sleepily.

Jiangli ground her teeth, extremely irritable, "I don’t know! I’ll go check it out!"

Having said that, she threw back the bedding and walked out.

Mumbling to herself as she went.

"Didn’t Xia Xin hear such loud knocking?"

Meanwhile, Xia Xin, who was sound asleep, turned over in his sleep. With headphones on, he heard nothing at all.

Seeing Jiangli head out, Lin Yurong followed her out of the room.

As Jiangli moved toward the main gate, Lin Yurong glanced at the imposing main hall and didn’t dare approach it.

But the knocking was so loud, something seemed off.

Lin Yurong was worried and after a glance at Xia Xin’s room, she swiftly passed through the door.

Jiangli reached the gate and before she could open it, could hear people quarreling outside.

"People inside Jiaoyang Temple, come out! You impostors, come out right now! How dare you swindle people under the banner of Xuanmen, today I’m going to expose your true faces!"

Jiangli’s expression darkened, and with a swoosh, she pulled open the heavy gate.

She then saw a middle-aged Daoist standing outside.

His face was grave, his eyes brimming with anger, as if he possessed a dignified and authoritative righteousness, trying hard to appear as a noble sage ridding the people of evil.

But upon closer inspection, his features were sharp and monkey-like, his cheekbones protruding, his temples sunken in—his face looked strange no matter how one looked at it.

And the person standing outside was none other than Daoist Changmin.

He had come to Jiaoyang Temple early in the morning.

Jiangli gave him a cold look, "Who are you, and who allowed you to throw a tantrum in front of Jiaoyang Temple?"

"Who are you?" Upon hearing this, Daoist Changmin scrutinized her, not connecting Jiangli with the famed Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple he’d heard of, and spoke with full authority, "I don’t talk to a little girl. Where is your abbot? Call him out!"

Jiangli’s brows twitched, "I am the Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple, what do you want with me?"

"You’re the Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple?" Daoist Changmin appeared surprised, sizing her up, unable to reconcile the young girl before him with the legendary Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple.

Daoist Changmin was incredulous, "Young lady, don’t lie here. I don’t want to waste words with a little girl!"

Jiangli narrowed her eyes, reiterating, "I am the Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple. If you have something to say, say it to me. If you don’t believe it, then please leave."

Daoist Changmin scrutinized Jiangli suspiciously.

He remembered that Mr. Ye had seemed to mention that the Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple was a young girl.

But he hadn’t taken it to heart, always assuming that the legendary abbot might be a great master that Jiaoyang Temple had hired from somewhere else.

Otherwise, it was impossible for the temple to have become so popular right after the new abbot took charge.

Heating up Jiaoyang Temple to such an extent.