Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!
Chapter 860: Is your friend feeling unwell?

Chapter 860: Chapter 860: Is your friend feeling unwell?

Beside him, Chang Song: "...."

At least talk behind people’s backs.

He coughed lightly, his expression slightly awkward.

"The temple..... is indeed quite basic."

He quickly turned to Jiang Li, "Miss Jiang, please come inside, Senior Brother is waiting for you in the side room."

"Alright."

As they entered the temple, Wen Jiaojiao kept turning her head to look around, asking as if she were inspecting:

"How long has your temple been built?"

Chang Song actually replied seriously, "Master Wen, it’s been two hundred years."

"No wonder it feels so historic. How many people are in your temple?"

"Including Master, there are four people in total."

"Only four!"

"Yes."

Wen Jiaojiao pouted.

She had originally thought this Shuiyun Temple was big, but it turned out not only was the temple shabby, but even the Taoists inside were pitifully few.

It couldn’t be compared to those in the Capital at all.

However, the environment here was quite nice. She felt it as she reached halfway up the mountain; the air was very fresh, making her feel light and relaxed.

When the group reached the second threshold, a chubby head suddenly popped out from the pillar at the end of the corridor.

That head quickly glanced in their direction and then quickly withdrew.

Wen Jiaojiao, with her keen eyes, noticed it immediately and exclaimed.

"Ah, there’s a child there!"

Chang Song glanced over, sighed, and walked over.

"Chang Rong, why are you being naughty again? Don’t scare the guests."

Then, a little boy wearing a small Daoist robe and tied hair bun walked out from the pillar.

The little boy was very cute, with a round face and head, his body chubby, causing the loose Daoist robe to be filled out.

Wen Jiaojiao was excited again.

"How come I’ve seen three little buns today, let sister pinch them."

Chang Rong was startled by Wen Jiaojiao’s exaggerated expression, especially seeing the Yellow Talisman pasted on her forehead, made him retreat a step and then pounced into Jiang Li’s embrace.

"Fairy Sister! Finally seeing you!"

Wen Jiaojiao: "...?"

Why do such lovely creatures like clinging to the cold Jiang Li?!

Wait a minute.

Seems like I insulted myself.

Jiang Li was a bit surprised.

But then she recalled Changqing mentioning she had a little junior brother.

It must be this little fellow in front of her.

Looking at his rounded head and big earlobes, his eyes clear, he indeed had some good bones.

This Shuiyun Temple was broken and small, but the people inside were quite exceptional.

"You’re Chang Rong?" Jiang Li held his little hand.

Chang Rong didn’t expect the fairy sister to know him, and his eyes widened with excitement.

"Yes, yes, I’m Chang Rong! Fairy Sister truly is amazing!"

Chang Song saw him clinging to Jiang Li and suddenly remembered Changqing’s advice, quickly pulled Chang Rong aside.

"Little junior brother, Miss Jiang has business with the Senior Brother, don’t hold her up."

Chang Rong pouted, "I just want to talk to Fairy Sister, you guys are so annoying!"

Jiang Li smiled and took out a wallet, placing it in his arms.

"Sister does have things to do. Let’s play together after I’m done, okay?"

Chang Rong held the wallet as if holding a treasure, his eyes sparkling.

"Wow!!! What a beautiful wallet, thank you sister!"

Having tasted the sweetness, Chang Rong left satisfied.

Beside them, Ji Yanbai couldn’t help but marvel.

"This Little Taoist is much easier to please than the Fourth Young Master and Fifth Young Master."

Jiang Li couldn’t agree more.

Wen Jiaojiao lost another amusement, sighing several times.

"Apart from you and just now the little bun, are there really no more people in your Daoist Temple? Why don’t you recruit more? It’s so deserted."

Chang Song sighed, "Funding is insufficient, plus there’s Senior Brother presiding, actually, all the affairs in the temple are managed by him."

Wen Jiaojiao’s mind immediately conjured a vision of a senior brother with white hair and an immortal demeanor.

—Just like in TV shows.

While she was contemplating whether to turn to other places, she suddenly heard Chang Song exclaimed joyfully——

"Senior Brother."

Wen Jiaojiao followed his gaze and indeed saw a person standing in the pavilion not far ahead.

That person was wearing the same long robe, with the same hair bun, carrying a duster in his arm.

A lot like she imagined.

The person turned around upon hearing the sound.

At that moment, suddenly a breeze blew, stinging Wen Jiaojiao’s eyes.

When she rubbed her eyes and reluctantly restored her vision, her view suddenly included a handsome man with sharp brows and bright eyes.

Long brows, starry eyes, extraordinary bearing.

As if descending from heaven.

The calming talisman on her forehead fluttered with the wind, yet her heart couldn’t calm down.

It seemed she had seen a living immortal.

Wen Jiaojiao gasped, gripping Jiang Li’s arm.

"So..... so handsome!"

Jiang Li: ?

She knew Wen Jiaojiao liked fangirling after handsome men, after all, she drooled even over her second uncle.

So she wasn’t too surprised.

So she patted Wen Jiaojiao’s hand.

"This isn’t some handsome guy, it’s Chang Song’s senior brother, Changqing."

Wen Jiaojiao: !!!

Why is Chang Song a middle-aged man, but his senior brother is a young handsome guy?!

Before Wen Jiaojiao could unravel her doubts, that "immortal" was walking towards them.

"Are you here? I’ve prepared everything, can it happen here?"

Jiang Li nodded, "This place is quite nice, did your Master approve?"

"Master said as long as it benefits people, he won’t interfere."

"Good."

Wen Jiaojiao frantically shook Jiang Li’s arm, plus coughing to hint.

Helpless, Jiang Li could only stiffly introduce, "By the way, let me introduce someone, this is Wen Jiaojiao, she came with me."

Changqing nodded kindly.

Wen Jiaojiao then shyly tucked her hair behind her ear, and in a sweet voice said, "Hello, Master, you can just call me Jiaojiao."

Changqing then looked at Jiang Li, somewhat puzzled.

"Is your friend feeling unwell?"

Ji Yanbai couldn’t hold back, laughed out loud, and received a glare from Wen Jiaojiao.

Jiang Li was also a bit speechless, waving her hand, "Don’t mind her."

Then she went to the pavilion and began arranging the area.

Wen Jiaojiao immediately approached Changqing, starting her direct flirting mode.

"Changqing Little Taoist, how old are you, taking on the role of senior brother at such a young age, it’s impressive."

"Have you always been here? Where is your home?"

Changqing slightly frowned, his gaze shifting to the talisman on her forehead.

Then he reached out and flicked the talisman.

Witnessing his fair and slender fingers hovering over her forehead, with a clear sandalwood scent emanating from his sleeve, Wen Jiaojiao felt her face heating uncontrollably.

Just when she felt her heart racing, Changqing spoke——

"This talisman.... suits you well."