"Mr. Qin just got out of the hospital, his body probably hasn’t recovered well. How about letting feel your pulse?" Jiangli smiled slightly and said.
Qin Yingjun was a bit surprised, "The Abbot can also take pulses?"
Fu’er stroked his beard, "Our Abbot is a Taoist Doctor, his dical skills are exceptional. Nowadays, there are probably few traditional Chinese dicine practitioners who can match our Abbot’s skills."
Upon hearing this, Qin Yingjun was even more astonished, and then willingly placed his arm on the table, "Then I’ll trouble the Abbot."
Jiangli extended his hand, placing it on Qin Yingjun’s wrist, and while feeling the pulse, he chatted idly, "Has the Wen Family now fully accepted Wen Mao’s death?"
Qin Yingjun looked at Jiangli’s fingertips, his voice involuntarily softened, "There’s no choice but to accept it now. My uncle is still in the hospital, and my aunt is busy taking care of him and can only return ho at night, leaving her with no ti for anything else. Now my aunt is living with our family, and things seem pretty much the sa as before."
Upon hearing this, Jiangli was silent for a mont, then released his hand, "I don’t think so."
Qin Yingjun was taken aback, "What do you an?"
Jiangli did not explain further. He took out an amulet from the drawer and handed it to Qin Yingjun, "This talisman is a free gift for Mr. Qin. Rember to keep it close to you, it could save your life. Also, after you return, be careful of your aunt, especially be wary of anything she gives you to eat."
Receiving the amulet, Qin Yingjun imdiately beca vigilant, "Is the Abbot implying that my aunt hasn’t moved on from Wen Mao’s death?"
It seed he finally understood why Jiangli had been asking those questions.
Jiangli did not elaborate, "Better safe than sorry. It’s always good to be cautious."
Qin Yingjun felt increasingly uneasy. Looking at the amulet in his hand, he furrowed his brow, thinking to himself, it can’t be, right...
Not long after he woke up, Qin Man ca to apologize, and now she had moved back to the Qin Family, living with them.
Qin Yongfu and his wife were very compassionate, feeling that Qin Man, having lost her son in middle age, perhaps believed that Wen Mao’s death had sowhat to do with Qin Yingjun, so they were compensating Qin Man greatly, treating her exceptionally well.
As a family, they seed to have returned to the tis when their affections were at their best.
He recalled Qin Man’s attitude towards him over the past few days, unable to discern any hidden intentions.
For the first ti, Qin Yingjun hoped that Jiangli was wrong.
He remained silent for a long ti, not staying at Jiaoyang Temple for much longer. Holding the amulet, he stood up and said, "Abbot, I suddenly rembered that I have matters to attend to at ho. I’ll be heading back now."
Jiangli did not stop him, "No need to see you off."
Qin Yingjun bowed slightly, his expression absent-minded as he walked out.
Xia Xin, seeing him so distracted, feared sothing might happen to him, so he escorted Qin Yingjun out of Jiaoyang Temple.
Before getting into the car, Qin Yingjun took a few deep breaths and smiled at Xia Xin, "Master Xia Xin, no need to see off. Don’t worry about , I’m fine."
Seeing that his spirits had sowhat recovered, Xia Xin felt a bit relieved, "Then Mr. Qin, be careful. Rember to send a ssage when you get ho."
Qin Yingjun knew Xia Xin was concerned about him, so he agreed. Under Xia Xin’s watchful gaze, he got into the car and drove away.
Only after Qin Yingjun’s car disappeared from view did Xia Xin turn back towards Jiaoyang Temple.
Upon entering the side hall, just as Xia Xin was about to inquire, he heard Master Wu asking Jiangli, "Abbot, why did you say that to Mr. Qin? Is there any specific reason?"
Jiangli explained, "I wasn’t taking his pulse earlier, but using the Supre Simplicity Pulse Technique to foresee his destiny. He will have so unexpected events soon."
Master Wu’s eyes widened in disbelief, nearly losing his breath, "Supre Simplicity Pulse Technique?"
Jiangli seed puzzled, "What’s the matter?"
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