Daoist Changmin’s smile vanished in an instant as he secretly clenched the Amulet Talisman in his hand.
He knew the Ye Family was wealthy.
And the Ye patriarch had an extraordinary belief in Feng Shui and mysticism.
Thus, Daoist Changmin always clung to the Ye patriarch’s coattails.
To him, the Ye patriarch was his cash cow.
Over the years, he had fleeced no small amount of money from the Ye patriarch.
When he heard that the Ye patriarch had met with misfortune, he immediately prepared a heap of Amulet Talismans to bring over.
He had already planned to coax the Ye patriarch into buying a few Amulet Talismans, swindling one or two million.
But to his surprise...
Someone had cut him off halfway.
From the sounds of it, the Ye patriarch was likely to switch his allegiance to Jiaoyang Temple in the future.
Daoist Changmin, filled with hatred, said anxiously, "Ye patriarch, you have known Qingyun Temple for so long, and you are aware of our strength. We..."
"Xiaomin, I know all about it," interrupted the Ye patriarch, sounding a bit annoyed as he reiterated, "I understand, but I don’t need so much stuff. Take these back, it’s getting late, and I should rest."
As he spoke, the Ye patriarch lifted the blanket and lay down.
All of Daoist Changmin’s intended words were choked back.
Seeing the Ye patriarch close his eyes, looking like he needed to rest, a sinister light flashed in Daoist Changmin’s eyes. Biting his teeth and smiling without humor, he said, "Then, patriarch, you rest first; I’ll take my leave."
The Ye patriarch lay there silently.
Daoist Changmin pursed the corners of his lips, collected his Amulet Talismans, and turned to leave the hospital room.
No sooner had he stepped out than his expression darkened, and he gripped the Amulet Talisman tightly.
Jiaoyang Temple, trying to undermine his position? No chance!
Jiangli and Xia Xin took a taxi back to Jiaoyang Temple.
As soon as they got off the car, and Xia Xin was about to speak.
Jiangli suddenly said, "I’m hungry."
Xia Xin, surprised, said, "Ancestor...you’re hungry again?"
He had eaten a meal in the afternoon and hadn’t felt hungry up till now.
Jiangli had eaten the most, having recently devoured fried chicken and cola.
And now she was hungry again?
What happened to not needing food to satisfy hunger?
"Is that a problem?" Detecting the doubt in his voice, Jiangli glanced at him coolly.
Xia Xin tensed up, "Of course not! Then, ancestor, what would you like to eat?"
"Instant noodles," Jiangli had already decided, her eyes shining brightly as she said, "Last night, that thing was called instant noodles, right? I remember you mentioned it!"
So it was just instant noodles.
Xia Xin agreed quickly, "Sure, there are plenty of instant noodles in the kitchen. Should I go prepare them after we go in?"
Only then did Jiangli reply cheerfully, walking into Jiaoyang Temple with much lighter steps.
Xia Xin shook his head with a chuckle, seeing her bouncing along. He followed her into Jiaoyang Temple and resignedly headed to the kitchen to prepare instant noodles.
Jiangli went straight back to her bedroom and headed straight for her large TV, continuing to watch Tom and Jerry.
When Lin Yurong saw Jiangli return, she stood up from the floor with nervous and obedient demeanor, "Abbot, you’re back? Did something happen? Why were you gone for so long?"
"Nothing. I just went to help look for someone," Jiangli replied, plopping down onto the bed, picking up the remote, and turning on the TV, watching intently.
She seemed disinclined to mention what she had been out doing.
Lin Yurong promptly stopped pursuing the topic, not asking any further questions.
Xia Xin prepared the instant noodles, frying an egg and getting some sausages to make a luxurious instant noodle dish.
After finishing, he carried it out of the kitchen.
Passing by the outside of the main hall, a flicker in his peripheral vision made him feel that something was amiss.
Xia Xin paused, turned back, entered the main hall, reached for the light switch on the wall, and with a click, turned on the light.