Chapter 8: The Ancestors Say You Have a Calamity

Jiangli looked at Fu Shiyan and said with a slight smile, "Young master, I'm serious. Today, you should keep away from any source of fire. Fire feeds the dragon's energy but is easily broken. Be careful to avoid any fire today, not even a small flame. If something does happen, feel free to come to Jiaoyang Temple to find me. I don't ask for much, just one-third of your luck. And to the other young man, your romantic energy is too strong, you're burdened with emotional debts, so it's best not to see any women tonight."

After she spoke, Jiangli winked at them, waved her hand, and walked away.

Wen Zishu was puzzled, "What's this girl on about? What is she talking about? Third Brother, do you think she's crazy?"

"Damn," Fu Shiyan's lips quirked up slightly, and he suddenly uttered two words.

"Third Brother, what's wrong?" Wen Zishu didn't understand.

Fu Shiyan raised his finger and tapped lightly on the car window twice.

Wen Zishu looked over and noticed that the car window was deeply dented inward, as if it had been smashed by some heavy object, and the window wouldn't roll up anymore!

"Damn, that's my new car!!!" Wen Zishu immediately shrieked in dismay.

...

Xia Xin, carrying the little ghost in a fluster, followed them and overheard the shrill scream as he passed by the car. Startled, he jogged to catch up with Jiangli, "Ancestor, what did you just say to them?"

Jiangli said indifferently, "Nothing, just a kind reminder."

Recalling the car, Xia Xin muttered to himself that it didn't seem like a kind reminder at all, but he certainly dared not say that aloud. He nervously followed by Jiangli's side, glancing at her expression and asked, "Ancestor, why did you retreat for so long before?"

"Hmm." Jiangli nodded expressionlessly.

Xia Xin was curious, "But why did the Ancestor retreat for so long?"

"Injured," Jiangli said, "Badly injured, I had to take a retreat."

Xia Xin's eyes widened, "The Ancestor is so powerful, how could you be injured? How, how did you get hurt?"

Jiangli's eyes showed a trace of confusion, "I forgot." It seemed she had been so severely injured that she couldn't recall some details.

Disappointed, Xia Xin made an "Oh" sound but dared not to inquire further in front of Jiangli. He quickly led her towards Jiaoyang Temple.

He told Jiangli that the Taoist had left a new identity for her, as his adopted daughter, with household registration under Jiaoyang Temple. From now on, she would be the new Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple.

Jiangli nodded. Having been an orphan, this new identity didn't make much difference to her.

"As for the new ID card, just whenever the Ancestor is free, we can go get it done as soon as possible," Xia Xin smiled sheepishly, fawningly said.

Jiangli raised her eyebrows, "ID card, what is that?"

Xia Xin: "..."

He had forgotten; the Ancestor had no idea about these things.

Scratching his head, he explained, "It's like, like a household registration document. You need it to be able to travel around!"

Jiangli made a sudden realization, "Oh," so that's what it was.

Xia Xin forced a laugh, thinking that it was urgent to educate the real Ancestor about the current societal affairs.

"Ancestor, we..."

"Boom—"

Just as Xia Xin was about to speak, his voice was drowned out by a sudden roar of machinery.

He looked up only to find that they had already returned to Jiaoyang Temple.

But, right in front of Jiaoyang Temple, there were two excavators, one of which was in operation, and not far away a crowd seemed set on demolishing their Taoist Temple.

"Damn it!"