Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 871: Go Cook

Chapter 871: Chapter 871: Go Cook

Pei Jiu quickly sent another message.

[Is the abbot still at Jiaoyang Temple these few days?]

Xia Xin’s sense of unease rose again, and he couldn’t help but ask: Why do you ask?

Pei Jiu: [It’s nothing serious, it’s just that the president of our Xuanmen Association, Master Qu Lin, has returned from abroad. Hearing of the abbot’s talents, he wants to meet the abbot. Does the abbot have time?]

Some of Xia Xin’s doubts were dispelled, [Sorry, but the abbot might not be available for now. We are planning to go on a trip!]

Xia Xin didn’t know what excuse to come up with. After all, he didn’t know what the ancestral master planned to do in the coming days, so he casually said they were going on a trip.

On the other side of the phone.

Pei Jiu saw the message sent by Xia Xin and mentioned it to the person beside him.

If Bai Changfeng were here, he would see that the person next to Pei Jiu was Master Qu Lin.

Master Qu Lin seemed somewhat skeptical when he heard Xia Xin’s reply, "A trip?"

Pei Jiu: "That’s what he said."

Master Qu Lin asked back, "Do you believe it?"

Pei Jiu hesitated a little, "There’s no need to lie about this, right?"

Master Qu Lin made no comment.

Pei Jiu observed his expression and speculated, "Jiaoyang Temple has been expelled from the Xuanmen Association for many years, and now we want to contact her, to have Jiaoyang Temple return. This should be a good thing for Jiaoyang Temple. At this time, the president going to Jiaoyang Temple is quite obvious; they should not refuse, right?"

Master Qu Lin held a purple clay teapot, "But didn’t your previous proposal get rejected?"

Pei Jiu choked, remembering that when he went to find Jiangli, he proposed letting her join the Unusual Affairs Management Office or the Xuanmen Association, but she refused.

What Jiangli really thought was indeed hard for them to figure out.

Master Qu Lin said pensively at this time, "Eight hundred years ago, there was a Jiangli. Eight hundred years later, there’s another Jiangli. Isn’t it a bit too much of a coincidence?"

Pei Jiu, upon hearing this, probed, "Do you mean they are the same person?"

Master Qu Lin did not answer directly.

Seeing his silence, Pei Jiu frowned slightly, "If she really is her, then the first thing she should do after returning is to deal with the Xuanmen Association. Why has she been indifferent so far?"

Master Qu Lin squinted his eyes, which was something he also couldn’t figure out.

Pei Jiu continued, "Rumor has it that Jiangli single-handedly created the current prototype of the Xuanmen Association but also harmed many families in the Xuanmen. Is that true?"

Master Qu Lin rubbed the purple clay teapot in his hand, picked up the teapot, and took a sip, "Whether it’s true or not doesn’t matter. If she really is Jiangli, then her return is a good thing for us."

Pei Jiu nodded thoughtfully. Indeed, if she really returns, the Xuanmen families can reach new heights once more.

There would be countless benefits for the development of Xuanmen.

...

Jiangli had no idea that she was still being thought of.

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, Jiangli got up to do her early practice.

By the time Xia Xin got up, Jiangli had already finished her morning practice and was sunbathing in the courtyard.

Xia Xin pushed open the door, saw no one in Jiangli’s room, and followed the trail to the front yard, where he saw Jiangli standing in the yard. Xia Xin, yawning, asked, "Ancestor, why did you get up so early? Standing in the sun, isn’t it hot?"

Jiangli stood under the sunlight without a drop of sweat on her body, still cool as ever.

Upon hearing this, she paused for a moment, then stepped back under the corridor and asked, "How is your injury?"

Xia Xin touched his hand, "It still hurts a bit, but it’s not that serious anymore."

Jiangli nodded, "Then go make breakfast."