80: Young master, come in and sit down?

Jiang Lan described the purplish-blue statues he saw behind the idol and what Bao Jing had told him.

Bao Jing shook his head repeatedly.

“Impossible. I returned to the temple not long ago, and besides the Three World Buddhas, there was nothing else in the Mahavira Hall.

“Moreover, Little Monk heard what Benefactor Jiang said. What you saw were clearly evil demons. Bao Ping Temple is a Buddhist temple; how could it enshrine those evil demons and heretics?”

He can’t see it, but I can?

Jiang Lan’s eyelids drooped slightly, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he remembered Yao Banxian, who had been setting up a fortune-telling stall near Bao Ping Temple.

He recalled that when he was about to leave, Yao Banxian had approached him and made gestures over his forehead for a while.

Could it be because of him?

Could that Yao Banxian truly be an Immortal?

“Prepare yourself. Come find me in Lin Hong Hall in half an hour.”

Bao Jing was not foolish. Hearing Jiang Lan’s words, he roughly understood that something had happened to Bao Ping Temple.

Earlier, he had wanted to ask Jiang Lan why he was going to Bao Ping Temple to arrest monks.

Now there was no need to ask.

Bao Jing nodded in agreement, saying, “Alright.”

Returning to the Demon Suppression Division, Jiang Lan said to Yu Zhi, who was standing at the entrance:

“First, let him down, get him some food, and then bring him to Lin Hong Hall.”

Yu Zhi’s words carried a hint of schadenfreude: “Tsk… The monk is unlucky. He was about to leave, but with this disturbance, he can’t go now.”

He no longer feared Jiang Lan as much as he did when Jiang Lan was first promoted to Demon Suppression Envoy yesterday.

After all, they had spent time together. Even if Jiang Lan’s status changed, Yu Zhi was only slightly unaccustomed at first.

Moreover, Jiang Lan’s attitude towards them remained the same as before, so Yu Zhi naturally had nothing to fear.

Yu Zhi nodded in agreement and walked towards the Interrogation Room.

After Yu Zhi left, Jiang Lan returned to Lin Hong Hall.

Since that group of monks had come to cause trouble, he was not in a hurry to go over there.

He had told those monks earlier to have their abbot come in person.

Therefore, Jiang Lan planned to wait in the Demon Suppression Division for a while.

If there was still no movement after half an hour, then he would have to go over personally.

As soon as Jiang Lan sat down in the grand armchair, there was a knock at the door from outside.

“Come in.”

Bai Yu’s head peeked in from outside. Seeing Jiang Lan, he pushed the door open and entered the room.

“Didn’t you say you had something to do earlier? How did you get involved with that group of monks from Bao Ping Temple?”

“It’s about Bao Ping Temple.”

“Demons?” Bai Yu asked.

Jiang Lan shook his head slightly, “It’s hard to say what it is, but something’s definitely not right.”

He still didn’t understand the exact situation within Bao Ping Temple.

But looking at the group of monks, they were clearly influenced by something.

Earlier, at Bao Ping Temple, they were all fierce and menacing, but when they arrived at the entrance of the Demon Suppression Division, all their previous swagger was gone.

Looking at it this way, Jiang Lan, for one, didn’t believe there were no ghosts inside Bao Ping Temple.

Bai Yu thought for a moment and said, “Do you need my help?”

Jiang Lan looked at him and said, “No need for help.”

If he could solve the trouble at Bao Ping Temple, he wouldn’t need Bai Yu’s help.

If a problem arose that even he couldn’t solve, then Bai Yu wouldn’t be able to help at all.

Bai Yu clearly understood this and said:

“Then you just handle everything. I won’t stay here and cause more trouble for you.”

Immediately after, the two chatted for a while, and Yu Zhi’s voice came from outside the hall.

“Boss, the person has been brought over.”

“Come in.”

Seeing this, Bai Yu stood up, “Then I’ll be going.”

Jiang Lan had matters to attend to, and his staying there wouldn’t help, so it was better to leave.

Jiang Lan didn’t try to keep him, just nodded.

Bai Yu opened the door and left, while Yu Zhi led Monk Huijue into the hall.

At this moment, Monk Huijue was wearing a coarse linen robe, and it seemed he had no undergarments. With every step, the friction of the clothes against his wounds caused him to wince in pain.

Yu Zhi, pulling Huijue, grinned and said, “Boss, the person’s here. Any other instructions?”

“Go check the entrance to see if anyone from Bao Ping Temple has arrived. If they have, come in and tell me.”

“Alright!”

Yu Zhi nodded and rushed out again.

Inside Lin Hong Hall, only Jiang Lan and Huijue remained.

“Benefactor…”

Huijue stood at the entrance, a little at a loss.

“Why aren’t you saying amitabha?”

“Ah?”

“Never mind.” Jiang Lan waved his hand, “Find a place to sit and wait here for a bit.”

Huijue didn’t dare to sit down, nor did he dare to speak, standing silently with his head bowed.

He had truly been beaten into submission by Jiang Lan.

Even when Jiang Lan said he would kill him in the Interrogation Room earlier, he believed it was true.

Jiang Lan also remained silent, sitting in the grand armchair, his mind occupied with unknown thoughts.

A quarter of an hour later, Bao Jing arrived.

Jiang Lan rose from the grand armchair, “Let’s go.”

After waiting for so long, since no one else from Bao Ping Temple had come, Jiang Lan had no choice but to take people there himself.

When Jiang Lan and Bao Jing walked out the door, Huijue was still standing in the hall.

Glancing back at him, Jiang Lan said:

“Come on, do you want to live here permanently?”

Huijue finally reacted and quickly followed behind Jiang Lan.

On the way, Bao Jing walked beside Jiang Lan, occasionally looking back at Huijue who was following them.

Seeing this, Jiang Lan asked, “Do you know him?”

“No, I don’t.” Bao Jing shook his head, “Little Monk just recalled some things from the past.”

“The past?”

Jiang Lan became somewhat interested.

He wanted to ask Bao Jing what exactly he had experienced when the demons invaded back then.

However, after thinking about it, Jiang Lan still didn’t voice the question.

What happened back then had become Bao Jing’s psychological trauma. If he asked now, it might directly trigger Bao Jing’s illness.

Bao Jing said, “Just some old things from the temple, nothing special.”

Jiang Lan did not press further.

The three walked out of the Demon Suppression Division together. At the entrance, Yu Zhi was still dutifully standing guard.

“Alright, stop watching here and follow me.”

“Ah? Yes, Boss!”

Everyone walked together in the direction of Bao Ping Temple.

It was the beginning of the Shen hour, the time for dismissal, and the street in front of the Demon Suppression Division was bustling.

On the second-story pavilion of Chun Quan Courtyard, a figure familiar to Jiang Lan stood, extending a half-bare arm and waving at him:

“Young Master, come in and sit for a while?”

This time, Jiang Lan didn’t lower his head and keep walking. Instead, he looked up and met the girl’s gaze.

“I have official business. Next time.”

The girl said nothing, only a shy smile on her face.

This girl was very much to Jiang Lan’s liking.

Not in that way, but he greatly admired her character.

As for her identity, Jiang Lan didn’t find it to be an issue.

Every family has its own difficulties. In this era, few who worked as prostitutes in a Brothel did so willingly.

They were either sold by their parents or forced by circumstances.

In the Brothel, it was merely to make a living.

He naturally wouldn’t presume on his status and look down on her.

Bao Jing softly chanted, “amitabha.”