102: Kill the soul and gain a lifespan of 600 years

The middle-aged monk was speechless.

Behind him, all the monks from the temple had come out, looking to be over twenty, almost thirty in number.

Jiang Lan looked at him and continued:

"If there are truly no demons, we will naturally leave. Make way."

His eyes flickered for a moment, and the middle-aged monk took half a step back, allowing them passage.

However, although he moved aside, the monks behind him showed no intention of yielding.

"What? You don't want to move?"

Jiang Lan's Aura suddenly erupted, instantly enveloping all the monks.

This group consisted mostly of ordinary people; how could they withstand this?

Even though Jiang Lan didn't use even ten percent of his Aura, the group of monks instantly rolled into a ball on the ground, their pained wails and screams rising and falling.

Exchanging a glance with Bao Jing, Jiang Lan said to Lin Zifeng: "Keep an eye on these monks, and also, don't let anyone from outside come in."

Lin Zifeng nodded repeatedly.

Stepping past the monks who were still screaming, Jiang Lan and Bao Jing walked into the temple.

The scale of Golden Light Temple was slightly smaller than Bao Ping Temple.

However, the general layout was the same: Bell and Drum Tower, Hall of the Heavenly Kings, Mahavira Hall.

Inside the Hall of the Heavenly Kings, Jiang Lan tilted his head and asked:

"Is it here?"

Bao Jing narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"amitabha, it is in the Mahavira Hall."

Jiang Lan raised an eyebrow and walked towards the Mahavira Hall.

Inside the Mahavira Hall, a gilded Buddha statue, over three meters tall, stood in the center of the hall, resplendent and magnificent.

In front of the Buddha statue were offering tables, incense burners, and some meditation cushions.

On the central cushion, a monk sat cross-legged facing the Buddha statue, his head bowed. He showed no reaction to Jiang Lan and Bao Jing's entrance.

Having dealt with this before, Jiang Lan knew that this monk was likely the same kind of vessel as the old monk in Bao Ping Temple.

Both were for the soul entity to possess.

He exchanged another glance with Bao Jing.

"Should we wait for him to come out himself?"

At this moment, a faint layer of crimson had already veiled Bao Jing's eyes.

He revealed a wickedly cold smile and shook his head, saying:

"Little Monk will invite him out."

After speaking, Bao Jing's Aura suddenly changed, various negative energies enveloping him. Slight, visible ripples appeared around his body.

He stepped to the side of the Buddha statue.

He extended his hand, and a burst of black Qi erupted from it.

Under Jiang Lan's gaze, the golden paint on the Buddha statue's surface rapidly peeled off. Before long, the originally golden divine image was disfigured, transforming into a purplish-black clay sculpture.

The appearance of the clay sculpture was identical to what Jiang Lan had seen before at Bao Ping Temple.

Green face, fangs, and crimson eyes.

Just then, wisps of black Qi emerged from the surface of the purplish-black clay sculpture.

Bao Jing reached out and pulled.

Immediately, the black Qi gathered into a ball, accumulating in Bao Jing's hand, growing larger and larger.

By the end, it had formed a black sphere with a diameter of a full foot, its surface churning and rolling with black Qi, appearing as if it were struggling.

Bao Jing said in a deep voice:

"Benefactor Jiang, act!"

Jiang Lan paused for a moment.

Bao Jing had previously told him that to kill a separated soul, one needed to shatter the upper Dantian of the possessed person.

But now, the separated soul had been directly rolled into a ball by Bao Jing.

And the monk, who was clearly the vessel, was still sitting on the cushion with his head bowed.

However, Jiang Lan only paused for an instant. The next second, his hand went directly to his waist.

"Clang!"

The long blade was unsheathed.

Blazing Sun Demon Suppression Blade!

The True Qi within Jiang Lan's body surged towards the long blade as if it were limitless.

For a moment, golden-red light burst forth from the standard long blade.

Jiang Lan stepped forward, came before Bao Jing, and swung his blade.

"Sizzle!!!"

The long blade vertically struck the ball of black Qi, actually emitting a sizzling sound like metal being quenched.

Vaguely, Jiang Lan seemed to hear the black spherical Qi in front of him constantly wailing.

However, this wailing was very faint, as if separated by something.

The wailing continued for about two breaths before completely disappearing.

The originally surging black Qi also quieted down at the same time.

The black Qi no longer rolled, but instead became like stagnant water, completely unresponsive.

Jiang Lan felt that if Bao Jing wasn't controlling it, this black Qi would probably dissipate into the heavens and earth.

The next moment, a virtual screen appeared before Jiang Lan.

Two lines of text displayed on the virtual screen.

“Killed a Gathering Yuan Sixth-level Lord of the Turbid World’s separated soul, gained six hundred and forty years of lifespan.”

“Remaining lifespan: six hundred and seventy-eight years.”

A look of joy flashed in Jiang Lan's eyes.

Before killing this separated soul, his plan in his mind was only a conjecture.

Only now could Jiang Lan finally confirm that the benefits he gained from killing this separated soul were exactly as planned.

So, next, he just needed to keep killing separated souls.

First, set a small goal.

To gain ten thousand or eight thousand years of lifespan first.

Jiang Lan collected his thoughts and looked up again.

The screen in front of him disappeared.

At this moment, the faint crimson in Bao Jing's eyes had also completely receded, returning to his original state.

However, in his hand, he was still holding the sphere formed by the black Qi.

"This thing, won't it dissipate?"

Jiang Lan asked, puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Bao Jing shook his head slightly, "amitabha, Little Monk is maintaining it, otherwise, this soul Qi would dissipate into this world."

As he spoke, Bao Jing reached his other free hand into his chest.

After some fumbling, he pulled out a small bamboo tube resembling white jade from inside.

Pulling out the cap, Bao Jing aimed the mouth of the bamboo tube at the separated soul.

"Collect!"

Immediately, a wisp of the black Qi mass in Bao Jing's other hand separated and floated into the bamboo tube.

Although the bamboo tube was smaller than a palm, it was like a bottomless pit; the black Qi entered and was completely absorbed, with not a single trace of it seen escaping.

Before long, the black Qi mass, which had a diameter of about a foot, was entirely absorbed by the bamboo tube.

Jiang Lan watched this scene, and only after it was completely absorbed did he open his mouth and ask:

"After this separated soul was killed by me, can you still use it?"

Bao Jing nodded.

"Yes, because Benefactor Jiang, you didn't completely kill the separated soul; you merely erased its independent consciousness, while the soul entity itself was not destroyed."

Independent consciousness?

After pondering for a while, Jiang Lan roughly understood.

What Bao Jing needed was probably just that mass of black Qi, and whether the separated soul had an independent consciousness was not important to him.

Knowing this, Jiang Lan's face showed joy.

He had originally thought he would have to share them equally with Bao Jing, one for each of them.

But now it seemed that although their goals were both separated souls, what they needed was different.

What Jiang Lan wanted was the life of the separated soul.

What Bao Jing wanted was the separated soul itself.

It could also be understood that Bao Jing could use the deceased body of the separated soul.

This way, killing one separated soul could satisfy the needs of two people simultaneously.

Such a good thing exists?