The debt repayment life of the full-level metaphysics

Chapter 872

Xia Xin: "..."

At first, he thought that his ancestor was simply concerned about his injury.

Unexpectedly, the ancestors cared most about food.

Xia Xin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she agreed, and planned to cook after offering incense to the patriarch.

But when we got to the main hall, we found that all the incense burners were filled with incense, and the smoke was lingering.

Xia Xin was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it must be the ancestor who offered incense.

Xia Xinchao paid homage to the patriarch, and then went to cook.

At this time, Fu Er also opened the door to receive pilgrims.

Nowadays, there are more and more pilgrims in Sunshine Temple. As soon as Fu Er opened the door, he saw many pilgrims waiting at the door.

As soon as the gate was opened, pilgrims rushed in.

There are familiar faces as well as newcomers who just arrived.

Before Fu Er opened the door, Jiang Li entered the side hall to hide quietly.

After many pilgrims came in, they would stroll around the courtyard, but the door of the side hall was closed, and there was a sign on it, please do not disturb, so they didn't go in, but handed over the delicacies they brought to Fu Er, Let him pass it on.

After a while, Fu Er entered the side hall with a lot of food in his hands.

Putting all the food in front of Jiang Li, Fu Er still felt a little funny, "These pilgrims, but they know that our ancestors love to eat, and they bring so much food every day. Fortunately, the ancestors can eat it all by themselves, otherwise it would be a waste ?”

At this time, Jiang Li accurately pulled out a cup of milk tea from a pile of delicacies. She took a look and found that it tasted like poplar twig nectar.

After eating happily, she still did not forget to ask Fu Er: "When telling their fortunes, remember to be careful and help if you can."

Fu Er nodded, "Understood, don't worry, old ancestor, I can handle this matter well."

Waving his hand, he picked up another piece of chicken chop from the table.

Fu Er looked at so many foods, Xia Xin didn't even have to make breakfast.

However, thinking about Jiang Li's appetite, Fu Er didn't say anything.

Fu Er turned around and continued to entertain the pilgrims.

When Xia Xin made breakfast, Jiang Li had already finished the table full of delicacies.

But she seemed to never have enough to eat, so she finished the food that Xia Xin had prepared for her.

Every time at this time, Xia Xin would be a little worried that the old ancestor would be full, but after eating, Jiang Li didn't look strange at all.

Seeing this, Xia Xin got up and wanted to wash the dishes.

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

Xia Xin paused, and couldn't help looking at Jiang Li, "Who is knocking on the door of our side hall?"

Jiang Li was fiddling with his mobile phone, he didn't know who he was sending a message to, and he didn't lift his head: "Open the door to welcome guests."

Xia Xin groaned in his heart, quickly packed up the bowls and chopsticks, put them in the closet next to him, walked over with doubts, and opened the door.

Then he saw Fu Er and several others standing at the door together.

There are four people around Fu Er, three men and one woman. One man and one woman should be husband and wife. They are older, about 50 years old.

There were two men left, younger. One man was about 30 years old, and the other hung his head and leaned against the couple's arms. He seemed to be asleep and couldn't see clearly.

Xia Xin was a little puzzled.

Fu Er saw his inquiry, and introduced: "They knocked on the door just now, and they said they are the guest of the temple master, named Yan Guofeng."

Xia Xin suddenly realized, "Yan Guofeng?"

A young man in his thirties nodded, "Yes, I am Yan Guofeng. Are you Master Xia Xin?"

Xia Xin hummed, "It's me. I didn't expect you to come this morning. Didn't you say in the news yesterday that you will come in two days?"

Yan Guofeng's eyes were pitch black, and he seemed to have not slept well. Hearing Xia Xin's words, he sighed, "I can't help it. My brother's condition suddenly deteriorated. I can only bring him to the temple master for help."

(End of this chapter)