Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 872: Visitors from the Yan Family

Xia Xin: "..."

At first, he thought that the revered ancestor was simply concerned about his injuries.

Unexpectedly, what the revered ancestor cared most about was food.

Xia Xin couldn’t help but laugh and cry, so he agreed and planned to light incense for the temple founder before going to cook.

But when he reached the main hall, he found that all the incense burners were already filled with incense, smoke swirling around.

Xia Xin was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood that it must have been the revered ancestor who had already lit the incense.

After paying respects to the temple founder, Xia Xin went to make a meal.

At this time, Fu’er also began to open the door to receive pilgrims.

Nowadays, there are more and more pilgrims at Jiaoyang Temple. As soon as Fu’er opened the door, he saw many pilgrims already waiting at the entrance.

As soon as the door opened, the pilgrims filed in one after another.

There were familiar faces, but also new visitors. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Jiangli had already entered the side hall to seek some peace and quiet before Fu’er opened the door.

After entering, many pilgrims would walk around the courtyard, but the door to the side hall was closed, with a sign indicating "Do Not Disturb," so they did not enter. Instead, they handed the food they brought to Fu’er to pass along.

Before long, Fu’er was carrying a large pile of food into the side hall.

Placing all the food in front of Jiangli, Fu’er found it somewhat amusing, "These pilgrims know the revered ancestor loves to eat, so they bring so much food every day. Luckily, the revered ancestor can finish it all, otherwise, it would be such a waste."

Jiangli accurately picked out a cup of milk tea from the pile of food, glanced at it, and saw it was Yangzhi Ganlu flavored. She took a sip and found it quite delicious, then happily went on to enjoy her meal.

Eating happily, she didn’t forget to remind Fu’er, "Remember to be meticulous when you do fortune-telling for them and help if you can."

Fu’er nodded, "Understood, revered ancestor, rest assured, I can handle this."

Jiangli waved her hand, picking up another piece of chicken fillet from the table.

Fu’er looked at all that food and thought Xia Xin wouldn’t need to cook breakfast.

However, thinking of Jiangli’s appetite, Fu’er didn’t say anything.

Fu’er then turned around to continue attending to the pilgrims.

By the time Xia Xin finished making breakfast, Jiangli had already polished off all the food on the table.

But it seemed she could never get enough; she also finished off the food Xia Xin had prepared for her.

Every time at this point, Xia Xin would worry the revered ancestor would get overstuffed, but after eating, Jiangli’s expression never showed the slightest discomfort.

Seeing this, Xia Xin got up and was about to go wash the dishes.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door of the side hall.

Xia Xin paused and looked towards Jiangli, "Who’s knocking on our side hall door?"

Jiangli, busy with her phone and seemingly messaging someone, didn’t even look up, "Answer the door."

Curious, Xia Xin quickly gathered the dishes and utensils and placed them in the nearby cabinet, then walked over to open the door.

He saw Fu’er standing at the door with several people.

Beside Fu’er were four people, three men and one woman. One man and one woman seemed to be a couple, older, probably in their fifties.

The other two men were younger, one about thirty and the other leaning on the couple, head drooping as if asleep, his face indistinguishable.

Xia Xin was puzzled.

Fu’er perceived his inquiry and introduced, "They just knocked at the door, saying they’re guests of the Abbot, named Yan Guofeng."

Xia Xin suddenly understood, "Yan Guofeng?"

The man in his thirties nodded, "Yes, I’m Yan Guofeng. You must be Master Xia Xin?"

Xia Xin nodded, "That’s me. Didn’t expect you to come so early today. Didn’t you say in your message yesterday that you’d arrive in a couple of days?"

Yan Guofeng, with dark circles under his eyes, looked like he hadn’t slept well. He sighed, "Well, my brother’s condition suddenly worsened, so we had to come find the Abbot for help."

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