Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 589: The Ancestor Makes Rebirth Plaques

Chapter 589: Chapter 589: The Ancestor Makes Rebirth Plaques

Xia Xin originally thought that successfully drawing a talisman with a single stroke was already astonishing, but there was something even more astonishing.

Seeing how smoothly Jiangli wielded the knife, Xia Xin suspected that Jiangli must have secretly indulged in a lot of Dove chocolates.

Otherwise, it must be because she had crafted too many Rebirth Plaques.

With this thought, Xia Xin curiously asked, "Ancestral figure, have you made many Rebirth Plaques before?"

"Hmm, I’ve made some," Jiangli replied indifferently, as the intricate patterns around the Rebirth Plaque in her hand gradually took shape.

It was clear that these were not patterns used on modern Rebirth Plaques, but rather they resembled ancient designs.

Xia Xin remembered seeing similar patterns somewhere before.

But he couldn’t recall where at the moment.

He placed the paper money and incense candles he had bought on one corner of the table, sat down beside it, and asked, "Ancestral figure, you’ve personally made Rebirth Plaques before? I thought you never did such things yourself."

"One must repay one’s own debts," Jiangli said cryptically.

Xia Xin was taken aback, "Your own debts? Why do you say that, ancestral figure?"

Jiangli’s knife halted for a moment, then the next second, she smoothly made a cut, peeling off a layer of wood that fell to the ground, "It’s nothing."

The more she evaded the topic, the more curious Xia Xin became, "Ancestral figure... it might not be appropriate for me to say this, but I feel like you have many secrets?"

Jiangli glanced at him, "There are no secrets. The secrets you wish to know, even I myself can’t remember anymore."

Doubt flashed in Xia Xin’s eyes, "Can’t remember? Then do you not remember why you personally made Rebirth Plaques before, or how many you’ve made?"

"Why I made them, of course, it’s because they died because of me," Jiangli said impassively. "As for how many, at least tens of thousands, I suppose. I don’t remember the exact number."

"Tens of thousands?!"

Xia Xin swallowed back the expletive that was about to leave his mouth, took a deep breath, and widened his eyes in shock, "Ancestral figure, you said those people died because of you, but tens of thousands? This..."

That’s impossible, right?

However, Jiangli simply hummed in affirmation and then teasingly said, "What’s the matter, is it frightening?"

Xia Xin: "..."

Indeed, it was a bit frightening.

But he felt that something was amiss.

The ancestral figure wasn’t some wicked practitioner of evil cultivation, so how could so many people have died because of her?

Xia Xin was still somewhat skeptical, "Ancestral figure, are you perhaps teasing me?"

Jiangli scoffed, "Why would I tease you? Does teasing you make money?"

Xia Xin: "..."

True to form, ancestral figure, your mind is currently preoccupied with making money.

But seeing that Jiangli was serious, it probably wasn’t a joke.

Xia Xin cautiously asked, "Ancestral figure, then, how did those people die because of you?"

A hint of darkness appeared in Jiangli’s eyes, "I’ve forgotten."

Xia Xin: "???"

Xia Xin’s subconscious told him that Jiangli definitely knew the reason.

The fact that she put it that way was surely because she didn’t want to tell him.

Though curious, Xia Xin didn’t dare to press further and could only change the subject, "Ancestral figure, I have bought the paper money and incense candles. Are we waiting for the Rebirth Plaque to be finished before we set off?"

Jiangli worked quickly with the knife, "Hmm, it won’t take long. It will be done soon. Prepare some red ink and brushes for me."

"Okay," Xia Xin guessed that Jiangli might need these items to write names, so he stood up to prepare them.

The Taoist Temple was never short of such things.

Xia Xin quickly gathered the required items.

About half an hour later, Jiangli had finished a Rebirth Plaque.

She first applied a layer of black lacquer to it, using the tools left by the old Taoist, which Jiangli utilized perfectly.

After applying the black lacquer, Jiangli took out a talisman.