Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 684 - : Dead Man Can’t Come Back to Life

Chapter 684: 684 Chapter: Dead Man Can’t Come Back to Life

As one nears death, there are always various matters that rest heavily on the mind, haunting one with the fear of becoming lifelong regrets.

Uncle Du feared that after his death, should Du Tianyu encounter any mishaps, there would be no one to shield him.

Looking across the entire Xuanmen Association and the Unusual Affairs Management Office, he truly found no one to whom he could entrust the task.

Otherwise, he would not have come to seek Jiangli with such embarrassment.

However...

Since Jiangli and Du Tianyu had both spoken thus, Uncle Du could say no more, only nodding his head slightly in disappointment, "If the Abbot finds it inconvenient then let it be, it wouldn’t be right to force the issue."

Jiangli glanced at Du Tianyu, her smile silent.

"By the way, where did the Abbot practice previously? I had never heard before that Jiaoyang Temple had a female disciple," asked Uncle Pei Jiu at this time, seemingly out of pure curiosity.

Yet in her heart, Jiangli thought, this is the real purpose.

The smile on Jiangli’s face grew fainter, "I practiced in the mountains before, as a disciple of Jiaoyang Temple who was residing outside the temple."

Uncle Pei Jiu made a sound of acknowledgment, "I see, but I have heard that Jiaoyang Temple once had an Abbot whose fame shook the world, also named Jiangli. Does the Abbot recall this?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Xin grew tense, anxiously looking at Jiangli.

Jiangli remained composed, "I have heard, indeed. I am an orphan with neither name nor family. I took this name in admiration of the former Abbot Jiangli. There shouldn’t be any law against that, should there?"

Uncle Pei Jiu choked up for a moment.

Several attempts at probing had been neatly parried by Jiangli.

Jiangli’s explanations were reasonable and hardly forced.

Uncle Pei Jiu didn’t dare to ask too much and arouse suspicion, only managing a laugh, "The Abbot indeed lives up to the name, just like the previous Abbot, both can be considered the pillars that uphold the doorway of Jiaoyang Temple, truly a pride of the Xuanmen."

Listening to the buttery words of Uncle Pei Jiu, Jiangli maintained her smile throughout.

Uncle Pei Jiu truly couldn’t figure anything out from Jiangli.

Jiangli seemed nonchalant, but her every response was watertight.

Uncle Pei Jiu having asked a few questions and not getting the answers he wanted, could only leave with Zhu Ming, Uncle Du, and the others, defeated.

Duan Jianchuan saw them out.

Uncle Pei Jiu and the others thanked Duan Jianchuan, then boarded the car waiting at the entrance.

Upon closing the car door, the smile on Uncle Pei Jiu’s face vanished, his countenance tightened.

Uncle Pei Jiu’s expression grew grave, "This Jiangli is no ordinary person."

Uncle Du sat beside him, closing his weary eyes. Now an old man, near death, even the slightest exertion left him feeling utterly exhausted.

Hearing Uncle Pei Jiu’s words, he spoke hoarsely, "The Abbot is indeed extraordinary, a formidable character."

Uncle Pei Jiu glanced at him, "Haven’t you noticed something unusual about her past?"

Uncle Du looked up at him, "What’s unusual about it?"

Uncle Pei Jiu frowned, "I had someone look into her background, she is indeed an orphan, but it’s as if she appeared out of nowhere at Jiaoyang Temple. For over a decade, there has been no news about her at the temple. Not just that, she shares the same name with the Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple from eight hundred years ago. Old Du, do you really think this is a coincidence?"

Uncle Du scoffed, "What else could it be? You’re not suggesting that someone dead for eight hundred years can come back to life?"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Pei Jiu’s gaze dropped contemplatively towards the window, he spoke with an underlying meaning, "Others might not, but that particular Abbot might well be an exception."

Uncle Du’s brow furrowed slightly, his gaze flickering, "I think you’re overthinking things, Old Pei. A person dead for eight hundred years would have revived a long ago if they wanted to. Why would they wait until now, watching Jiaoyang Temple fall into decline with open eyes?"

Uncle Pei Jiu came to a halt, unable to explain this dilemma.

He harbored doubts, but likewise couldn’t fully articulate them, and his expression darkened further.