92: Donor, you have a connection with my Buddha.

The moment Jiang Lan spoke, the gaunt man's expression abruptly changed.

He covertly reached one hand under the counter, but a smile returned to his face as he said, "Esteemed Guest, your Demon Suppression Division official robe is quite remarkable. It must be that my brother placed it on the second floor. I'll go fetch it for you now."

"No rush, no rush." Jiang Lan's smile remained. "Shopkeeper, before you look for the clothes, there's something else I'd like to ask you."

The gaunt man was startled for a moment, then asked, "What is it?"

"What's your family name?"

A flicker of panic crossed the gaunt man's eyes, but he suppressed it, forcing a dry laugh.

"Esteemed Guest, why do you suddenly ask that? My family name is Yang."

"That's not right, is it?" Jiang Lan scrutinized the man. "Shouldn't you be surnamed Zhu? How can you be surnamed Yang? Zhu Zi Xiong."

Hearing Jiang Lan's words, the gaunt man quickly ducked down behind the counter.

Immediately after, he swiftly raised his other hand, looped his thumb and index finger, put them into his mouth, and blew sharply.

"Woo—"

A piercing whistle sounded, and two dark figures swiftly darted down the stairs from the second floor of the tailor shop.

"Don't kill the person yet, just cripple him. I have some questions for him."

Bao Jing had long been waiting by the side, his eyes bloodshot, looking eager to act.

After the incident at Bao Ping Temple, although Bao Jing would not lose control of himself due to his illness, the violent and chaotic thoughts in his mind were increasing.

If he didn't vent them, he feared he would truly succumb to Devilish Qi entering his mind and become a complete madman.

At this moment, hearing Jiang Lan's words, Bao Jing gave a sinister smile, and his Demonic Qi instantly erupted.

In an instant, an indescribable Aura emanated from Bao Jing's entire being, a mixture of countless negative emotions that could almost overwhelm a person.

However, this Aura had no effect on Jiang Lan.

He looked up at the stairs, where two dark figures had already rushed over.

Jiang Lan saw clearly that they were two dogs.

But unlike ordinary guard dogs, these two dogs exuded a chilling Demonic Qi, each over five feet long, and when standing, they would likely be as tall as a person. Their fangs were bared, clearly indicating they were two Yao Beasts.

The two dogs were very fast, but when they rushed in front of Jiang Lan, they suddenly seemed to be under a paralysis spell, their tails tucked between their legs, motionless, emitting low whimpers from their throats.

Seeing the state of the two dogs, Jiang Lan understood.

They were frightened by the Aura emanating from Bao Jing.

To be honest, Bao Jing at this moment was indeed quite terrifying; there was no trace of the compassion a monk should possess on his face, only extreme ferocity.

He walked step by step to the counter, tilted his head, and a smile full of malevolence appeared on his face.

"Benefactor, you have a connection with my Buddha."

Behind the counter, Zhu Zi Xiong remained crouched, not responding.

Jiang Lan's view was blocked by the counter, so he couldn't see what he was doing.

"Ding, ding, ding—"

Just then, a ringing bell sounded. Jiang Lan didn't find anything unusual about it, but the two dogs that had been hesitating earlier suddenly seemed to be on drugs, starting to charge towards Bao Jing.

Jiang Lan's eyes flashed.

It was fine to let Bao Jing kill the person, but these Yao Beasts, he would reluctantly accept.

Jiang Lan's figure flickered, and in the next instant, he had both dogs by their heads, clutched in his hands.

He squeezed with both hands, bringing them together forcefully.

"Bang!"

The two dogs' heads violently collided, and their originally pointed heads immediately caved in.

Before Jiang Lan's eyes, a light screen appeared.

[Slain a Bone Refinement Ninth Stage dog demon, gained twenty years of life.]

[Remaining lifespan: eighty-one years.]

[Slain a Bone Refinement Ninth Stage dog demon, gained twenty years of life.]

[Remaining lifespan: one hundred and one years.]

Casually tossing the two dog demons' corpses aside, Jiang Lan turned back to look at Bao Jing.

At this moment, Zhu Zi Xiong had already stood up from behind the counter. Witnessing Jiang Lan casually kill his two hounds, his eyes became somewhat vacant.

The disparity was too great.

Coupled with the monk whose Demonic Qi reached the heavens, he knew that today, he would likely be unable to escape even with wings.

"Benefactor, why aren't you speaking?"

"Speak... what...?"

"Little Monk said, Benefactor, you have a connection with my Buddha."

Zhu Zi Xiong's mind was already somewhat muddled at this point. Hearing Bao Jing's words, he seemed to grasp a glimmer of hope for survival and said repeatedly:

"Since we are connected, this humble one is willing to become a monk and serve the Buddha."

Bao Jing laughed unrestrainedly.

"Serving the Buddha is possible, but becoming a monk is unnecessary."

"This... without becoming a monk, how can one serve the Buddha?"

"Simple, the Buddhas are all in the Western Paradise." Bao Jing suddenly rushed in front of Zhu Zai, grabbed his head, and said, "If you want to serve the Buddha, naturally, Benefactor, you must personally go to the Western Paradise to see!"

As he finished speaking, Bao Jing pulled his right hand inward.

"Bang!"

In an instant, Zhu Zi Xiong's head exploded like a watermelon, scattering blood and brains everywhere.

Jiang Lan's eyes widened slightly.

"Didn't I tell you not to kill him yet? I still had questions for him."

Bao Jing brought his hand to his face, sniffing it with a somewhat intoxicated expression.

After taking a few deep breaths, his expression gradually returned to normal, and the bloodshot in his eyes receded considerably.

Disregarding the filth all over his hands and body, Bao Jing faced Jiang Lan, clasped his hands together, and with sincere apology on his face, said:

"amitabha. Little Monk truly couldn't hold back just now, and for a moment, forgot Benefactor Jiang's instructions..."

"Enough..." Jiang Lan waved his hand.

Bao Jing was in the throes of it just now; it wouldn't have been appropriate to interrupt his excitement.

Since he was already killed, anything he said now would be useless.

Actually, Jiang Lan wanted Bao Jing to spare Zhu Zai's life because he wanted to ask what had happened to the original Fat Shopkeeper.

However, no matter where the shopkeeper went, it definitely wasn't as Zhu Zai claimed, that he was his brother.

In fact, Jiang Lan already had an answer in his heart.

He just subconsciously didn't want to believe it.

"Alas..."

Jiang Lan let out a long sigh and said, "Let's go."

"Benefactor Jiang, where are we going?" Bao Jing asked.

"Didn't the Pavilion Master give you three bamboo tubes?"

At Jiang Lan's question, Bao Jing's eyes immediately lit up.

"Benefactor Jiang, do you mean you'll accompany me to retrieve the split souls?"

"Mm." Jiang Lan nodded.

He had this idea long ago, otherwise, he wouldn't have kept Bao Jing by his side all this time.

It was just that he hadn't found a suitable opportunity to bring it up before.

Bao Jing said excitedly:

"That would be truly excellent. As Little Monk knows, the split souls scattered in various places vary in strength. Like the one at Bao Ping Temple before, it could only barely be considered average. In some temples with flourishing incense, the strength of the split souls can almost contend with the Peak of Gathering Yuan.

"And if we're unlucky, it's not impossible to encounter a split soul that has just entered Mortal Shedding and hasn't had time to return to its main body and send up the power of incense. If Little Monk were alone, I might not be confident. But with Benefactor Jiang, there will be no problem."