Jiangli couldn’t be bothered with Qing Yue and was even less inclined to deal with him as he led Xia Xin through the grand doors of Jiaoyang Temple and into its confines.
He didn’t care about what happened behind them.
"Old ancestor, Xia Xin, you’re back!"
Just as Jiangli and Xia Xin entered Jiaoyang Temple,
Fu’er ran over, her face lit up with joy: "I sensed the old ancestor’s presence just now, and sure enough, I was right!"
As Jiangli walked further inside, he asked, "How’s everything been in the temple? Nothing untoward in the past couple of days, right?"
Fu’er, bubbling with delight, followed closely alongside Jiangli to a side hall, "Nothing serious. It’s just that there’ve been a continuous stream of pilgrims these past two days, with many coming to fulfill their vows, and some even lining up for fortune-telling sessions – all pretty straightforward stuff, and I’ve dealt with all I could."
Hearing this, Xia Xin asked curiously, "Fulfilling their vows?"
"Yes, these are supposedly people who were previously saved by the old ancestor, like Wang Xinjun and his daughter, as well as Zhang Meijuan. Oh right, there was also someone named Yun Xizi."
As Fu’er spoke of this, her demeanor took on a more serious tone, "She did come looking for the Abbot, claiming that as he had predicted, she had encountered her destined partner, and the two of them quickly confirmed their relationship. However... her visit wasn’t solely for this matter. She mentioned she had another issue and sought the old ancestor’s help. I offered to hear her out and resolve what I could, but as soon as she heard that the old ancestor was not around, she made excuses to leave, saying she would come back another time."
At the time, Fu’er was somewhat puzzled – did he really not seem like a great master?
Yun Xizi should have trusted him, after all.
He was capable of handling any minor issue.
Jiangli, upon hearing this, recalled Yun Xizi’s birth chart. She shouldn’t have any significant troubles lately.
Jiangli said, "Let her be. If she comes back, just have her come see me, now that I’ve returned."
Upon hearing this, Fu’er nodded, and after entering the side hall with Jiangli, she took a seat opposite him.
Inside the side hall, just the three of them remained.
Fu’er’s expression grew solemn, "By the way, old ancestor, did something happen while you were outside these last few days?"
Jiangli took a bottle of drink from the mini fridge, "Why do you ask?"
Fu’er said, "It’s just that the night before last, while I was performing the evening chants, the ancestral statue seemed a little stirred, just like when you were severely wounded last time. I thought maybe something had happened to you?"
Jiangli’s hand paused while opening the bottle cap, "It’s nothing."
She stood up with her drink, "Come to think of it, I’ve just returned, so I should go offer incense to the ancestral master. You two stay here, no need to follow."
Xia Xin and Fu’er, who were just about to stand up,
Paused in a semi-crouched, semi-standing posture upon hearing Jiangli’s words.
They watched Jiangli walk away before looking at each other and awkwardly sitting back down.
Jiangli, holding her drink, went to the main hall.
A glance at the ancestral statue revealed nothing amiss.
She set the drink aside and drew out several incense sticks, arranging them before the statue.
Then, she sat down next to the incense table, took a sip of her drink, and casually asked like she was chatting with an old friend, "Old man, do you know why I was gravely injured and went into seclusion eight hundred years ago? If you do, just give me a sign. I’ve forgotten so much, but I remember there should be something very important I need to do..."