Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 815: The Ancestor Who Couldn’t Control His Temper

Chapter 815: Chapter 815: The Ancestor Who Couldn’t Control His Temper

Jiangli slightly squinted his eyes.

Qing Yue’s body lifted even more aggressively.

The smile on Qing Yue’s face was almost gone.

But he still tried to maintain his smile.

Seeing this, Xia Xin was a bit apprehensive, "Ancestor, Ancestor, he’s still driving, maybe let him off this time..."

Jiangli glanced at him.

Xia Xin’s body instantly tensed up.

The next second...

Qing Yue’s body suddenly relaxed and he couldn’t help but start coughing softly.

Seeing this, Xia Xin breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the ancestor had shown mercy.

Jiangli looked at Qing Yue and said expressionlessly, "For Fu’s sake, I’ll let you off this time, but there will absolutely be no next time. You’d better not concern yourself with my affairs, don’t inquire, and definitely don’t spread rumors."

After speaking, Jiangli turned to look out the window, as if he didn’t want to talk about anything.

Watching Jiangli, Xia Xin realized belatedly that there was an almost imperceptible hint of irritation and violence between Jiangli’s brows.

This feeling was exactly the same as when dealing with Master Mu in H City.

Xia Xin had a gut feeling that the ancestor must have a reason for becoming like this.

The last time, it was because of the Iron Five-Thunder Talisman on Master Mu.

This time...

Was it because of the Spiritual Bone on Xiu Bangyan?

Xia Xin felt a vague sense of unease inside.

Qing Yue looked at Jiangli’s stern expression, and the smile on his face diminished.

He didn’t say anything more, properly driving and delivering Jiangli and Xia Xin back to Jiaoyang Temple.

As soon as the car stopped.

Jiangli pushed open the door and walked into Jiaoyang Temple.

"Thanks, by the way."

Xia Xin thanked Qing Yue, gave a dry laugh, and quickly got out of the car.

Qing Yue stared at the backs of Jiangli and Xia Xin with a half-smile.

Until their figures disappeared behind the gates of Jiaoyang Temple.

Qing Yue whistled, as if completely forgetting the ordeal he just went through, and casually started the car.

Inside Jiaoyang Temple.

Fu’er was still receiving pilgrims.

There were quite a lot of pilgrims in the courtyard.

Seeing Jiangli and Xia Xin come in, many who recognized them were eager to come up and talk to Jiangli.

But Jiangli acted as if he didn’t see them, walked straight ahead and entered the back courtyard meditation room without looking sideways.

Everyone was taken aback, a bit puzzled.

Xia Xin bowed to them repeatedly, apologetically saying, "Sorry, we apologize to everyone, our Abbot is not feeling well today and needs to rest for a while. If you need a fortune reading or prophecy consultation, you can find our Master Fu’er. He’s also a top-notch master, and today, all fortune readings here are free."

Everyone had a high regard for Jiangli, so after hearing Xia Xin’s explanation, they didn’t think much of it, happily agreeing, their minds filled with the thought of a free fortune reading.

Fu’er, standing at the main hall entrance, though a bit grumbling inside, could see that Xia Xin’s idea was a good one.

Otherwise, with the internet being so pervasive now, by tomorrow Jiangli’s cold demeanor towards the pilgrims would be all over the web.

Fu’er also noticed that the ancestor’s condition was clearly off today.

Fu’er was puzzled, but could only resign himself to helping Jiangli with some wrap-up tasks now.

Xia Xin gave Fu’er a look. Seeing Fu’er wave his hand, he left everything to Fu’er and followed into the back courtyard.

When he followed, he saw that the door to Jiangli’s meditation room was already closed.

Xia Xin walked to the door and knocked, tentatively asking, "Ancestor, are you in there? Umm... it’s almost noon, are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I’ll make something delicious for you?"

Inside the room: "..."

Jiangli, who usually loved good food, didn’t respond at all.

It was as if he didn’t hear Xia Xin’s words.