91: Revenge if there is revenge, grievance if there is grievance

A moment later, in the Demon Suppression Division, Miao Fa Pavilion.

On the third floor of the small building, Jiang Lan sat on a meditation cushion.

Beside him sat Bao Jing, and across from him was Yao Banxian, with his crane-white hair and youthful face, exuding an air of an immortal Daoist.

However, Yao Banxian's eyes still had no pupils.

"There's no reason to visit a temple unless you have something to ask for, Little Friend. You just left yesterday; why are you coming to see Banxian me again today?"

Jiang Lan chuckled, a bit embarrassed.

"I'd like you to tell my fortune."

Yao Banxian also smiled and said, "No problem, one qian of silver."

One qian?

Jiang Lan was startled.

Previously, Yao Banxian had given him two readings; the first time he charged one copper coin, and the second time he charged one liang of silver.

Why had it become one qian of silver this time?

Thoughts flashed through his mind, but Jiang Lan's hand didn't stop. He reached into his embrace, took out a gold ingot, and placed it on the table.

Yao Banxian's pupil-less eyes looked at the table, then he shook his head.

"That's too much. I said one qian, so it's one qian."

"The extra can be considered as a token of filial respect to you."

Yao Banxian looked up.

"Little Friend, do you truly believe I lack this bit of silver?"

Doesn't lack silver?

Jiang Lan seemed to understand a little.

Yao Banxian's strength was unknown, but it was far greater than his. These worldly riches were probably beneath him.

He couldn't say he had as much as he wanted, but at the very least, Jiang Lan could confirm that Yao Banxian certainly wouldn't be short on money.

But then why did he charge money every time, and why were the amounts different?

Before Jiang Lan could ask, Yao Banxian said:

"When Banxian tells your fortune, he becomes entangled in your Karma. When you give silver, the Karma is settled. If Banxian doesn't accept anything, that wouldn't be harming Banxian me, it would be harming you."

Although Jiang Lan didn't fully grasp this profound concept, he roughly understood what it was about.

However, he truly had no loose change in his pockets.

Jiang Lan reached out and patted Bao Jing beside him.

"Do you have any silver? Lend me one qian."

Bao Jing immediately nodded, fumbled in his embrace for a while, and pulled out a few pieces of broken silver, which added up to about half a liang. He shoved it all into Jiang Lan's hand.

Jiang Lan didn't refuse. He counted out one qian from it, placed it on the table, and then picked up the gold ingot and tossed it to Bao Jing.

"Here's your change."

Bao Jing subconsciously caught it, looking at the gold ingot in his hand with a bewildered expression.

"Benefactor Jiang, Little Monk doesn't have change..."

"It's fine." Jiang Lan waved his hand indifferently. "The extra counts as interest."

Bao Jing: "?"

Interest?

His mind couldn't quite process it.

He had lent Jiang Lan half a liang of silver.

Jiang Lan returned a gold ingot to him.

One gold ingot was five liang, which converted to fifty liang of silver.

Lending half a liang and returning fifty liang?

This was like someone in later generations borrowing a thousand yuan from you, and then directly handing you a card with a hundred thousand yuan, saying the extra money was interest.

What kind of interest was that high?

This couldn't be blamed on Bao Jing. After all, he was only a Demon Suppression Guard before, and even if he saved some money from his monthly stipend, he couldn't save much.

Just yesterday, before going to Bao Ping Temple, he was merely a Bone Refinement initial stage martial artist.

But after a trip to Bao Ping Temple, Bao Jing transformed, his strength directly increasing from Bone Refinement to Gathering Yuan Peak.

He hadn't yet adapted to this change in status.

In other words, this gold ingot seemed to have stunned him, but in reality, with his current strength, worldly riches were no longer that important.

At this moment, Yao Banxian spoke.

"The person you are looking for is not far from the East Gate of the Inner City, in a ready-to-wear clothing store."

Jiang Lan swallowed.

I hadn't even asked yet?

This Yao Banxian was truly terrifying.

In front of him, it was as if he had been stripped bare, with no secrets whatsoever.

The person didn't even have eyes, yet he could know what was in his heart.

However, Jiang Lan also noticed that Yao Banxian seemed unaware of his System.

Or perhaps he knew, but chose not to bring it up.

But Jiang Lan personally leaned towards the former.

The System's existence was so mysterious; if it could be easily spied upon by others, that would be strange.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and only then did Jiang Lan recall what Yao Banxian had just said.

"Inner City East Gate, ready-to-wear clothing store?"

"Yes, that one. You'll see it when you go."

Jiang Lan didn't reply.

He remembered.

A ready-to-wear clothing store, he had even bought clothes there.

Just before killing Hong Luan, to enter the Inner City, he had specifically changed out of his Demon Suppression Division uniform and bought a set of ready-to-wear clothes.

And he still hadn't found time to retrieve that uniform robe.

So, the chubby boss he saw at the ready-to-wear clothing store back then was actually Zhu Zi Xiong?

He hoped not.

Jiang Lan still felt that the chubby boss was a good person, and unlike other Green Lantern Sect members, he didn't exude an evil aura at a glance.

Jiang Lan cupped his hands slightly.

"Thank you, Banxian. I'll take my leave now and will come back to see you when I return."

"Go on, go on." Yao Banxian waved his hand.

Jiang Lan and Bao Jing rose.

He felt that the ready-to-wear clothing store owner was indeed a good person.

But if he really was Zhu Zi Xiong, then he was sorry.

That bloody tiger's head from last night was Zhu Zi Xiong's doing.

The two walked out of the Demon Suppression Division. It was just the beginning of the chen hour, Chun Quan Courtyard was not yet open, and there were no familiar figures on the attic.

Jiang Lan and Bao Jing's cultivation was not bad. Even without using movement techniques, their steps were swift. The two took almost only a quarter of an hour to arrive at the entrance of the ready-to-wear clothing store, not far from the East Gate of the Inner City.

Jiang Lan glanced at Bao Jing.

"You'll kill the person later. I won't fight you for it, but you must only act when I say so."

Bao Jing's voice revealed a hint of excitement, and his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

"amitabha!"

The two walked into the ready-to-wear clothing store.

Behind the counter sat a thin man dressed in black.

The man had his head down and didn't move when he heard them enter, seemingly unconcerned with business.

Jiang Lan squinted slightly.

Walking to the counter, he lightly tapped the surface twice with his knuckles.

"Boss."

The thin man finally looked up.

"If you're buying ready-to-wear clothes, look for yourself."

"I'm not buying. I'm here to pick up clothes. I had a robe stored here before." Jiang Lan stared up and down at the counter, then said as if casually, "Oh, right, when I stored the clothes before, I remember it was a chubby boss. Where is he?"

Hearing Jiang Lan's words, the thin man's eyes flickered for a moment, then he hid his emotions and put on a friendly smile.

"He's my elder brother. He's at home with our old mother today, so I'm watching the shop for him," the thin man said. "By the way, Esteemed Guest, what did the clothes you stored here look like? I'll go help you find them. My elder brother is careless and didn't notify me in advance. If I can't find them, you can come back tomorrow to check."

"You'll find it." Jiang Lan smiled. "The clothes are very conspicuous. You'll definitely find them."

"Oh? Esteemed Guest, do tell?"

"My clothes have a ' town' character written on them. They are the official robes of the Demon Suppression Division."