12: Female Bodhisattva of Donation

As he finished speaking, Bao Jing struck out with his palm.

A giant illusory handprint materialized out of thin air, slamming heavily onto the Tiger's Accomplice.

"Boom!"

The ground trembled, and a palm-shaped depression, about a foot deep, was directly blasted into the earth.

The Tiger's Accomplice also fell to the ground, its form so dim it was almost transparent.

Jiang Lan: "..."

He had just thought that Bao Jing had been tricked by the Tiger's Accomplice.

However, that Tiger's Accomplice only seemed to be at the fourth or fifth level of Skin Refinement, so even if Bao Jing went over, it wouldn't pose any threat to him, which was why Jiang Lan didn't warn him.

But he didn't expect that Bao Jing would immediately offer to send the other party to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

Just a moment ago, he was so shy after a word or two; this Contrast between before and after was quite significant.

Watching the Tiger's Accomplice's form grow increasingly dim, Jiang Lan's hand slightly tightened on the saber at his waist.

"Bao Jing!"

Monk Bao Jing turned his head, staring at Jiang Lan.

He still had that fair-skinned, red-lipped appearance, but his pupils had turned incredibly scarlet, as if he were a malevolent spirit ready to devour someone.

"Benefactor Jiang, do you need something? Or... do you want to snatch my prey?"

Jiang Lan was silent for a moment.

He had precisely that intention.

"I need this Tiger's Accomplice for something."

Bao Jing's eyes grew even more scarlet.

"Benefactor Jiang, this belongs to Little Monk."

Jiang Lan shrugged, drawing the saber from his waist.

"Clang—"

He didn't know what Bao Jing's problem was, but the Tiger's Accomplice's life had to be taken by him.

Even if this Tiger's Accomplice was only at the fourth level of Skin Refinement, it could still add forty years to his lifespan.

Lifespan was his foundation; no one could hinder him, no matter who it was.

In this world, reasoning was useless; one had to rely on fists.

And Jiang Lan couldn't possibly miss an opportunity like this.

Bao Jing's expression shifted slightly, but he still stared intently at Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan ignored him, holding his standard long saber, and walked past Bao Jing without even looking, step by step, until he reached the Tiger's Accomplice that was already on the verge of dissipating.

"Pfft!"

Head separated from body.

[Killed one Tiger's Accomplice at the fifth level of Skin Refinement, gained five years of lifespan.]

[Remaining lifespan: eleven years.]

Jiang Lan's eyes darkened slightly.

Previously, that Black Wolf Demon at the fourth level of Skin Refinement had provided him with forty years of lifespan.

Logically speaking, this Tiger's Accomplice was at the fifth level of Skin Refinement, and should have given him fifty years of lifespan, but why was it only five years now?

A tenfold reduction?

Was it because his strength had increased, or because of some other reason?

As Jiang Lan was pondering, a strong gust of wind came from behind him.

"Boom!"

A giant illusory handprint directly struck Jiang Lan.

But Jiang Lan remained motionless; that extremely powerful illusion, which could blast a large pit in the ground, landed on Jiang Lan as if a gentle breeze had passed, only stirring a corner of his clothes.

A moment later, the illusion dissipated.

Jiang Lan sheathed his long saber, turned to look at Bao Jing, and spoke indifferently:

"Do you want to die?"

Monk Bao Jing's expression changed upon hearing this.

Then, the scarlet in his eyes gradually receded.

Looking at the messy ground, and then at his own hands, Bao Jing said anxiously:

"Benefactor Jiang? You... what is this? What did I do? Are you alright?"

Jiang Lan: "?"

Bao Jing's three consecutive questions left him a bit confused.

What did you do, am I alright, don't you know these things?

Amnesia?

Jiang Lan frowned.

Bao Jing's state just now did seem a bit off.

However, whether his amnesia was real or feigned, Jiang Lan couldn't be sure.

Although he didn't know what was going on with this Little Monk, Jiang Lan felt that he probably wasn't faking it.

Mainly because it didn't look like it.

His reaction just now was too natural.

If he still had his consciousness just now and knew what had happened, and could still pretend so convincingly now, that would be a bit too terrifying.

After a moment of thought, Jiang Lan shook his head and said:

"It's nothing, let's continue on our way."

"amitabha."

Monk Bao Jing, with an apologetic expression, quickly walked in front of Jiang Lan, put his palms together, and bowed respectfully.

"Benefactor Jiang, Little Monk has a bit of a problem with his mind. If I truly did anything to offend Benefactor Jiang, I hope Benefactor will not take offense."

"A problem with your mind?"

"Yes..." Bao Jing's face flushed slightly again, even his earlobes were somewhat red, "Little Monk... in short, the doctor said I suffer from hysteria. Sometimes Little Monk will suddenly lose all five senses, and when I come to, sometimes I'm at home, sometimes in the Demon Suppression Division, and sometimes in a place I don't even know where it is."

"I suppose Little Monk just had an episode... but staying in the same spot after an episode is the first time in nearly two years."

Jiang Lan looked into the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

A moment later, he said:

"No matter, let's go."

...Two quarters of an hour later, the two arrived at the entrance of Xiao Nan Village.

At the village entrance, several idlers were sitting, teasing each other.

"Widow Li tastes good, doesn't she?"

Beside him, a gaunt man, appearing to have indulged excessively, chuckled:

"Tsk tsk... don't even mention it, it's a real thrill, a taste that even the landlords in the city might not experience."

"Really? And two steamed buns? If so, I'll have to try it later too, you motherfucker, you've made me crave it."

"No, no, not now..." The man grinned, revealing a mouthful of large yellow teeth, "Nothing at all, for the past two days, Widow Li, I don't know what's gotten into her, not only is she much more vibrant than before, but she doesn't even want steamed buns anymore, the motherfucker."

"This motherfucker is a female Bodhisattva!"

Jiang Lan's face was expressionless, but a flicker of disgust crossed his eyes.

However, this expression was only fleeting.

They were willing, so what did it have to do with him?

At this moment, the idlers at the village entrance also noticed Jiang Lan and Monk Bao Jing.

The gaunt man stood up.

"Oh, it's been a while since we've had strangers here. Where are you two from?"

Jiang Lan pulled out his token and tossed it into the man's arms.

The man took it, his face full of confusion.

"What's this? I say, what do you mean by giving me a broken token?"

The others, hearing this, also crowded forward.

"Don't recognize it."

"Yeah, none of us can read."

Listening to the chatter of the crowd, Jiang Lan's face darkened.

He hadn't expected these villagers to be illiterate.

But then again, Yu Zhi was born in the city, and his family had some wealth, yet he couldn't read.

There was even less need to mention the idlers in this village.

"The Demon Suppression Division is on official business. Call your village chief over."

Hearing "Demon Suppression Division," the expressions of several people changed drastically.

They might not be able to read, but the name of the Demon Suppression Division was known throughout the entire Great Yan Nation.

The gaunt man was drenched in cold sweat, racking his brains for a long time before finally kneeling on the ground and saying:

"Sir! This humble one did not mean to offend! Please do not blame me! This humble one will kowtow to you!"

Saying that, he was about to bang his head on the ground.

Seeing this, Jiang Lan stepped forward, grabbed the man by the collar, and pulled him directly to his feet.

"Don't kneel to me, go call your village chief."