Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 123 - : The Ancestor’s Persuasion

Chapter 123: Chapter 123: The Ancestor’s Persuasion

Wang Xinjun, upon hearing this, mumbled an affirmative and wanted to call Jiangli.

But he couldn’t remember Jiangli’s phone number.

He only remembered Xia Xin’s.

He had known Xia Xin for quite a while and had even memorized his phone number.

Xia Xin and Jiangli were both from Jiaoyang Temple.

It didn’t matter which one he called.

With that thought, Wang Xinjun made a call to Xia Xin.

On the other end.

Xia Xin was pestering Jiangli, inquiring about Wang Xinjun’s situation.

“Great Ancestor, Uncle Wang’s daughter will be fine, right?”

With her phone in hand, looking at a game strategy guide, Jiangli heard Xia Xin’s words but couldn’t be bothered to even lift her eyelids, “Mhm.”

Despite her dismissive answer, Xia Xin was still worried. He grasped Jiangli’s hand, “Great Ancestor, at a time like this, can you stop looking at game guides!”

Jiangli glanced at him impatiently, “What exactly do you want? Haven’t I told you already? His daughter will be fine. What are you worried about?”

“But, there’s been no news so far…” Xia Xin’s heart was uneasy.

Jiangli sighed in resignation, “Don’t worry, as long as he gets there in time, everything will definitely be okay.”

Xia Xin’s heart skipped a beat, “But what if he’s not on time?”

Jiangli spoke indifferently, “Then it’s fate.”

Xia Xin: “……So, Great Ancestor, you’re also not sure?”

Jiangli thought back on Wang Zixin’s birthdate and replied, “I’m sure now, keep your kindness to yourself.”

Upon hearing this, Xia Xin said with surprise, “Really?”

Jiangli sat up and touched the top of his head, as if truly treating him like a junior much younger than herself.

“The Taoist who took you as a disciple probably saw your kindness, but… as people of Xuanmen, we don’t need excessive kindness. It’s best to be without emotions and desires, so that we can be the fairest and face all situations most calmly. Do you understand?”

Xuanmen and the Buddhist Sect are different.

The Buddhist Sect cultivates good karma, for the next life.

Xuanmen cultivates righteousness, for this life.

The Buddhist Sect focuses more on great kindness, while Xuanmen focuses more on fairness and justice.

Actually, given Xia Xin’s personality, maybe he would be more suitable for the Buddhist Sect.

Xia Xin felt like Jiangli was teasing him like a cat. He chuckled dryly, “But, Great Ancestor, can you really be without emotions and desires?”

Jiangli paused, blinked, and said, “I truly don’t have emotions and desires.”

Xia Xin was skeptical, “Really? Great Ancestor, have you never cared about anyone or anything?”

Upon hearing this, a blurry figure appeared in front of Jiangli’s eyes.

But it wasn’t very clear.

It soon vanished.

She quickly came back to her senses and said, “No.”

Hearing her so certain, Xia Xin thought, could it be that the Great Ancestor was naturally different from them?

He also heard the Taoist say that those in their profession were better off without emotions and desires, as those people had higher talents and progressed faster in their cultivation.

If one cannot achieve that, then aspire to great kindness.

The Path of Great Kindness seems simple to speak of, but is even harder to cultivate.

Xia Xin had always felt that his lack of progress over the years was because the Taoist always called him a person of great kindness.

Whether he was kind or not, he did not know.

All he knew was that over the years, he felt quite sorry for his master, for not being able to hold up the prestige of Jiaoyang Temple.

Luckily, the Great Ancestor had now returned.

“Two Tigers, Two Tigers, running fast, running fast—”

As Xia Xin was musing, his phone suddenly rang.

He grabbed the phone to see who it was, “Eh, it’s a strange number. Great Ancestor, who could be calling me at this time?!”

He swiftly looked towards Jiangli.

Jiangli raised an eyebrow, “Answer it.”

Xia Xin hesitated for a second before pressing the answer button, tentatively saying, “Hello, may I ask who this is…?”

“Xiaoxin, it’s me!” Wang Xinjun’s hoarse voice came through from the other end of the phone.

Although hoarse, Xia Xin could still recognize it.

Xia Xin exclaimed excitedly, “Uncle Wang, it’s you! How are things, did you find Zixin?”

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Wang Xinjun seemed to choke up, “I found her… Is the Abbot with you? I would like to speak with the Abbot for a moment.”