Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 113 - : The Ancestral Patriarch Has a Vajra-Indestructible Body
Chapter 113: Chapter 113: The Ancestral Patriarch Has a Vajra-Indestructible Body
Jiangli rubbed her somewhat itchy nose and said, “How should I put it, this matter is a long story, but anyway, I won’t be getting sick.”
Zhang Meijuan looked at Jiangli with a touch of surprise.
Although she had a lot of faith in Jiangli’s abilities.
But that statement, she really didn’t know whether to believe it or not.
It all felt a bit strange.
Xia Xin looked at Jiangli, feeling an unusual sensation in her heart.
If it was as the ancestor had said, and she had a Vajra-Indestructible Body, then how had the ancestor been seriously injured and gone into seclusion, and that for eight hundred years?
Xia Xin glanced at Zhang Meijuan in front of her, moved closer to Jiangli, and asked in a low voice, “By the way, ancestor, you mentioned before that you went into seclusion because you were injured, right? Who hurt you, do you really not remember?”
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A hint of confusion swept across Jiangli’s eyes as she shook her head, “I really don’t remember.”
Xia Xin tentatively asked, “Could it be that the ancestor’s memory is damaged? Generally, one wouldn’t forget such a thing, right?”
Unless the memory was damaged.
Jiangli paused for a moment, “It seems so, I don’t remember a lot of things from the past.”
Xia Xin: “…”
Jiangli then said with a faint smile, “But it’s not important. The things that are forgotten, they must be unimportant. Besides, eight hundred years have passed, the person who injured me probably died long ago.”
Xia Xin thought to herself, that might not be the case.
The ancestor went into seclusion for eight hundred years, isn’t she still alive?
What if the other party was also still alive?
However, after giving it some thought, he decided not to voice this concern.
It was still better to hope that the person who had severely injured the ancestor had long since died.
After Jiangli finished speaking, her gaze swept over the lucky cat placed in the passenger seat, her eyes tinged with a deep color.
Are the things that are forgotten really unimportant?
For some reason, looking at that lucky cat, she always felt that she had forgotten something very important.
Through the rearview mirror, Zhang Meijuan saw Jiangli’s gaze lingering on the lucky cat.
She glanced at the lucky cat on the passenger seat.
…
The car steadily stopped in front of Jiaoyang Temple.
Xia Xin got out of the car carrying Shuaishuai and went to open the door, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of a semi-transparent figure next to him.
Xia Xin was startled and was about to speak when he saw the figure drifting towards Jiangli and Zhang Meijuan.
Zhang Meijuan, whose Heavenly Eye was still active and had not expired, also saw that person and immediately said, “Husband.”
With her words, Xia Xin managed to barely grasp the identity of this person. He let out a sigh of relief and opened the door.
Seeing this, Jiangli glanced at the excited Zhang Meijuan and Qiang Hongtao, “Let’s talk inside.”
Both the living and the ghost knew it was better to avoid trouble by not being seen by too many people, so they followed Jiangli and Xia Xin into the Taoist Temple.
With Jiangli’s Talisman Paper on him, Qiang Hongtao was able to enter smoothly without facing any resistance.
“You two can talk for a bit, but not for too long.” Once inside, Jiangli got straight to the point, “Especially since your wife is pregnant now, you need to be very careful. You two have at most ten minutes. After the talk, Qiang Hongtao, you will follow me, and Zhang Meijuan, you can go home.”
Having said this, Jiangli turned around and left.
Xia Xin instinctively asked, “Ancestor, where are you going?”
“I’m going to draw a talisman,” Jiangli added. “The time it takes to make one talisman, I’ll come over after I finish drawing it.”
Having said this, she left.
Xia Xin’s eyelids twitched, the time to make one talisman…
The ancestor drawing a talisman, that doesn’t take ten minutes, right?
Probably only a minute to complete it.
It seemed like it was just a made-up excuse.
With a sudden stroke of insight, Xia Xin hurriedly said, “Ms. Zhang, then you two talk well for a bit. It’s getting late, and I still need to cook for the Abbot. I’ll go and prepare some ingredients for cooking.”
After speaking, he also carried Shuaishuai and left.
Leaving the space for Zhang Meijuan and Qiang Hongtao.
