Chapter 37: Chapter 37: The Ancestral Patriarch’s Honored Guest
Just then, another person came down from the other side, looking listless and dejected.
Xia Xin recognized him at a glance, he was the man whom Jiangli had mentioned earlier, afflicted with the Peach Blossom Evil!
However, considering his current wilted appearance… it seemed that the old ancestors had been right again!
“It looks like you’ve really run into trouble,” Jiangli also caught sight of Wen Zishu and spoke indifferently.
Wen Zishu, with a face of utter defeat, burst into tears upon hearing this, “Master, you have to help me!”
How can this guy be even more of a coward than me?
“Let’s talk somewhere else,” Jiangli’s gaze returned to Fu Shiyan, “I think you have something to say to me as well.”
Upon hearing this, Fu Shiyan raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, then the corners of his lips lifted slightly, “The master is truly divinely insightful.”
“Save the flattery. As long as you agree to my conditions, I can solve all of your problems,” said Jiangli, her eyes increasingly fervent.
Both Duan Jianchuan and Wen Zishu felt her gaze was terrifying, as if she were obsessed with Fu Shiyan.
Jiangli was indeed infatuated, but not with Fu Shiyan himself, rather with the luck that surrounded him.
This was the first time she had seen such a tremendous fortune bearer.
It would be wasteful not to take advantage of it.
Fu Shiyan, meeting Jiangli’s fervent gaze, became even more interested and said, “Then please, Master, do help.”
Jiangli smiled and told Xia Xin, “Open the door.”
Xia Xin looked at the armful of large and small parcels in his arms and fell silent.
But he couldn’t ask Jiangli to open the door since he had the keys.
He had no choice but to hold the items and awkwardly make his way to the main entrance of Jiaoyang Temple, put the parcels down and free one hand to pull out the keys and finally managed to open the door.
“Please come in,” Xia Xin pushed open the door, caught his breath, and said.
Jiangli gestured for Fu Shiyan to enter, then turned and entered Jiaoyang Temple first.
Duan Jianchuan, seeing Jiangli’s demeanor, felt there was something odd and whispered to Fu Shiyan, “Third brother, it’s better to be cautious.”
“It’s fine, she won’t harm me.”
Fu Shiyan spoke indifferently and then stepped forward to follow her into the temple.
Duan Jianchuan frowned deeply, unsure why Fu Shiyan trusted Jiangli so much.
He glanced towards Wen Zishu.
He hooked Wen Zishu’s shoulder and asked, “What’s the relationship between third brother and that girl?”
Just as Wen Zishu was about to follow them in, he was tugged so hard that he stumbled, rolled his eyes at Duan Jianchuan and said, “What relationship can there be! Isn’t it because the abbot’s words are truly efficacious? She predicted the fire accident and my encounter with the Peach Blossom Evil, didn’t she? Such an impressive person can’t be a bad person!”
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have bothered to warn them at all.
If not for her reminder, they would have been goners at the time of the explosion.
Now convinced of Jiangli’s sincerity, Wen Zishu pushed Duan Jianchuan aside and scurried after her into the temple.
Duan Jianchuan furrowed his brows, still feeling it unwise to drop his guard, and entered Jiaoyang Temple with caution.
Jiangli led Fu Shiyan and the others toward the old Taoist’s former teahouse while talking to Xia Xin, “Go and get some refreshments ready.”
Holding a bunch of items, Xia Xin awkwardly complied, “Alright!”
After depositing the items at the side hall, he hurried to prepare the tea and snacks.
“Come in and take a seat,” Jiangli invited Fu Shiyan and the others into the teahouse.
This room used to be specially set aside by the old Taoist for receiving guests.
Jiangli unhesitatingly took the seat of honor.
Fu Shiyan sat opposite her.
Duan Jianchuan and Wen Zishu both remained standing.
Wen Zishu’s eyes roamed around, constantly looking at the surroundings, seemingly curious about something.