Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 319: Who is the Ancestor Talking to?

Unfortunately, Jiangli wouldn’t reply to the messages.

They could only wait for Xia Xin to come back.

Fortunately, this matter wasn’t urgent.

Jiangli glanced at it and, seeing nothing urgent, put away his phone.

Before long, Xia Xin had called Yao Xuanhang and Cui Wenzhe to help, and a group of them set out a table of dishes in the side hall.

Although they were all simple home-cooked dishes, they had taken Xia Xin quite a bit of effort.

And Xia Xin’s cooking skills were truly good.

A table full of dishes, very appetizing.

Even the ever-picky Jiangli couldn’t find any faults.

The few of them certainly ate to their hearts’ content.

Standing to one side, unable to eat, was Fu’er, whose mouth was almost watering.

But aside from Jiangli, not a single person could see how eager he was for a taste of the food, to throw him a morsel.

And Jiangli, even when seeing, acted as if he had seen nothing.

Finally, unable to bear the sight of Fu’er’s drool running long, Jiangli suddenly asked Xia Xin, "Xia Xin, is there any food left in the kitchen?"

"There’s some left, I made too much, and it didn’t all fit in the bowl, so I packed it up," Xia Xin replied while eating. "Ancestor, is it not enough? Shall I get more?"

Jiangli waved a hand, "No need," then said to someone beside him, "There’s food in the kitchen, hurry up and go."

Yao Xuanhang and Cui Wenzhe simultaneously stopped their eating.

The two exchanged glances, both somewhat puzzled.

Before they could react, they felt a gust of wind pass by them.

The two didn’t think much of it.

Yao Xuanhang swallowed the food in his mouth and looked at Jiangli with eager eyes, asking, "Did the Abbot just speak to us?"

Was he suggesting they go eat in the kitchen?

Could there be some rule in Jiaoyang Temple that the host and guests can’t eat together?

If there was, why had they been eating for so long before Jiangli mentioned it?

Yao Xuanhang and Cui Wenzhe were somewhat at a loss.

Jiangli picked up his chopsticks and grabbed a cola chicken wing, "It wasn’t directed at you."

"Cough cough cough—" Xia Xin nearly choked on his food.

Cui Wenzhe, sitting close by, poured him a glass of water.

"Thanks." After mumbling a word of thanks, Xia Xin took a few gulps of water and felt relief in his throat.

However, this interlude did not clear Yao Xuanhang’s confusion.

Yao Xuanhang really couldn’t understand what Jiangli meant, "Not to us? Then who was it?"

He looked around the side hall; besides them, there was nobody else.

Upon hearing this, Jiangli gave him a meaningful look.

Yao Xuanhang tensed up, felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck under that gaze, and suddenly got a bad feeling.

"Well, the Abbot must be trying to scare you guys," Xia Xin, seeing this, laughed exaggeratedly. "Our Abbot loves to joke with others, don’t take it to heart, eat up, eat up. Otherwise, the food will get cold."

Jiangli raised an eyebrow but didn’t speak again and continued eating.

However, Yao Xuanhang still felt a bit uneasy, always feeling that the meaning behind Jiangli’s eyes wasn’t as simple as Xia Xin had said.

But this was a Taoist Temple, there shouldn’t be any messy stuff, right?

With that thought, Yao Xuanhang gradually became braver.

Cui Wenzhe, on the other hand, hadn’t taken it seriously at all, simply assuming Jiangli’s words as playful banter.

He had now realized.

If there really were ghosts here, seeing Jiangli would definitely scare them away.

So, no ghosts would appear around Jiangli.

Nothing to worry about.

The group quickly returned to the harmonious atmosphere from before.

Xia Xin quietly breathed a sigh of relief and moved closer to Jiangli, whispering, "Ancestor, it’s better not to let them know about those things, otherwise it’s hard to explain."

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