Embers Ad Infinitum

Such a monk suddenly appeared and said incomprehensible words, which made Long Yuehong's spirit suddenly tense, and at the same time, it added a bit of doubt and confusion.

What the hell does this happen?

How come another monk who believes in Bodhi appears?

Is he a lunatic, insane?

Long Yuehong subconsciously cast her gaze forward and saw Jiang Baimian's side face in the passenger seat looking solemn.

At this moment, Shang Jianyao had pressed down the car window, stuck his head out, and shouted:

"Why not use gray dialect?

"The Red River dialect cannot convey that charm!"

This guy was serious again in a strange place... Long Yuehong once again didn't know whether to praise Shang Jianyao for his big heart or whether he could see the situation clearly.

To Long Yuehong's surprise, the thin gray-robed monk actually answered.

He still said in Honghe dialect:

“I’m not good at gray dialect.

"But since paying homage to the Buddha is to pay homage to one's own consciousness, and telling Buddhist principles is to explain the true nature of one's nature, no matter what language is used, it will not affect its essence."

"Why do you want to intercept us and say that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and you can only get back to the shore?" Shang Jianyao changed the subject in a quick thinking way.

Jiang Baimian did not stop him, trying to use his unconventional approach to disrupt the thinking of the gray-robed monk opposite, creating an opportunity to pry into the truth of the matter or get out of the current situation.

The gray-robed monk once again whispered the Buddha's name:

"The poor monk foresaw that the four-person team passing by this street at this time today would affect the stability of the original city and bring about a turmoil.

"My Buddha is compassionate and cannot bear to see sentient beings suffer, so the poor monk has no choice but to stop you and keep you under guard for a while."

This answer made Jiang Baimian and others look at each other, feeling that the other party was simply mentally ill.

This is completely an unforeseen disaster!

The "old tune group" hasn't done anything yet!

Shang Jianyao's expression became serious and he responded loudly:

"It won't be some four-person team that will cause turmoil and affect stability, it will only be the nobles, the elders, and the careerists who control the army.

"Zen Master, why don't you go and take care of Beuris, Alexander, and Gaius?

"Believe me, this is the most effective way to eliminate hidden dangers."

Oops, the level of this debate has been improving... Jiang Baimian secretly praised it.

The gray-robed monk was silent for a few seconds and said:

"This humble monk will also try to do this, but now I need to keep you under supervision."

His tone was quite calm, which reflected his firm will.

At this time, Bai Chen, who was driving, also stuck his head out:

"Great monk, why are you so sure it's us?"

Although there is no one else coming and going on this street now, it is not necessarily the target that is wrong in the prophecy, it may also be the time and place.

"That's right." Shang Jianyao agreed, "Think about it: errors in prophecy interpretation often happen; you must also..."

Before he finished speaking, the gray-robed monk pronounced the Buddha's name again:

"Namo Anuttarasamyaksambodhi..."

His voice sounded like a bell in the ears of Jiang Baimian and others, successfully suppressing Shang Jianyao's subsequent words.

Immediately afterwards, he did not give Shang Jianyao a chance to continue speaking, and said calmly:

"Donor, don't try to use your ability to influence the poor monk's logic and judgment. The poor monk has the 'other mind' and knows exactly what you want to do."

Fuck... Long Yuehong couldn't help but cursed in her heart.

The ability to "tune into others' minds" is really disgusting!

If you want to do something here, you will be stopped before you even have a good starting position. How can you fight?

Moreover, this monk is more than ten meters away from us, but "other minds" can hear it so clearly, which shows that his level is far superior to that of the mechanical monk Jingfa...

As Long Yuehong's thoughts rolled around, the gray-robed monk spoke again:

"Donor, don't take out your speakers and portable cassette players. You have already 'told' the poor monk that some of the sounds stored there will have a bad impact."

Shang Jianyao listened to his dissuasion, but not all.

Although he did not take out the portable radio recorder and small speaker from his tactical backpack, he tried to directly press the switch to increase the volume.

At the same time, Jiang Baimian, who had remained silent, suddenly drew his gun, pushed the door open with his left palm, and threw his right hand outside, preparing to shoot the gray-robed monk.

She didn't expect this to be successful, she just wanted to use this to interfere with the other party, affect his ability to use it, and create opportunities for Shang Jianyao to play the recordings of Xiao Chong and Wu Meng.

Bai Chen also reacted instantly. She stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, making the rented heavy off-road vehicle roar and was about to rush out.

At this moment, the gray-robed monk turned his rosary beads with his left hand.

Silently, Jiang Baimian felt an unbearable and extreme sting, as if he had fallen into a trap made of steel needles.

Bang bang bang!

She retracted her right hand reflexively, and the bullet deflected towards the stone slab beside the road.

Shang Jianyao seemed to be trapped in an endless sea of ​​fire, his skin burning and painful.

His body curled up and he had no strength to press the switch.

Bai Chen felt like she was being thrown into boiling water. The severe pain almost made her pass out.

Her right foot involuntarily loosened her grip, and the vehicle rushed a few meters before she had to slow down and move forward slowly.

Long Yuehong felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, trembling uncontrollably.

His body became stiff and his mind seemed to be frozen.

The "Hell Path" of the Six Paths of Reincarnation!

In the unspeakable invisible torture, the "Old Tune Group" lost all power of resistance.

No, Jiang Baimian's left hand is still moving.

It stretched out of the car "on its own" and threw out a metal coin it held in its palm.

From Zi's voice, silvery white lightning burst out, wrapping around the coin and dragging out an obvious "flame tail".

It was like a violent cannonball hitting the gray-robed monk!

When Shang Jianyao was talking to the other party, Jiang Baimian was already preparing for the possible conflict that would occur next.

Having dealt with many awakened beings, she knew very well that as long as she did not encounter those specific types of enemies, she could avoid most of the effects by relying on the pre-set behaviors of the auxiliary chip.

It's a pity that the chip in her biological prosthesis is quite simple and can only preset a few movements. Gnawa here can set up a set of broadcast gymnastics in advance, so this can only be done when there is no other way. A desperate counterattack.

However, the gray-robed monk seemed to have expected this.

A stone slab on the side of the road flew over at some point and blocked the metal coin.

when!

The stone slab was scorched and the electricity was flowing wildly, making it impossible to go any further.

After all, Jiang Baimian threw coins by hand, relying on high-voltage current to win, and it was impossible to achieve the effect of an electromagnetic gun.

The "hell realm" is still being maintained, and the pain has brought several members of the "Old Tune Team" to the point of coma.

"Namo Anuttarasamyaksambodhi..." The gray-robed monk pronounced the Buddha's name again, and everything returned to normal.

Long Yuehong subconsciously looked at his body and found no damage at all, but the freezing and torture just now were so clear and real in his memory.

The cold sweat on his forehead and back also indicated that nothing happened.

"Several donors, senseless resistance will only cause you pain." The gray-robed monk said calmly, "It is better to accept the care of the poor monk."

Jiang Baimian asked in a deep voice while resetting the action of the auxiliary chip:

"Zen Master, how long are you going to watch over us?"

"Ten days, I will let you leave after ten days." The gray-robed monk simply replied.

He glanced at Jiang Baimian and did not stop him. He just said to Shang Jianyao:

"You want me to be pretentious?"

Shang Jianyao smiled and spread his hands, indicating that he was just thinking about it and had no intention of putting it into practice.

"What is the name of Zen Master?" he asked casually.

The gray-robed monk nodded slightly:

"The poor monk's dharma name is Zenaga."

The stone slab in front of him slowly flew back to the roadside and fell to its original position, as if controlled by an invisible hand.

This made Jiang Baimian and others more and more certain that this monk was an awakener at the "soul corridor" level.

"Which Zen sect is it?" Shang Jianyao asked further.

Chan Naga's green eyes glanced:

“This is not the place for small talk.

"Several donors, please follow the poor monk."

"Please ask Zen Master to lead the way." Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Jiang Baimian began to look for other ways.

For example, you can designate the place where you will live when you are under custody. For example, you can tell Zenaga that there is a lonely child who will not have enough food and clothing if he loses the care of the "Old Tune Group". It is better to take him in too.

Jiang Baimian even considered whether to invite Chan Naga to the car to guide him. Otherwise, the monk walking slowly in front would be very conspicuous and would easily attract extra attention.

Zenaga didn't want their lives, and the "Hand of Order" wanted them dead.

"Several donors have mercy." Zenaga nodded with satisfaction.

The next second, he gently moved the hand that was not holding the rosary, and a dark black motorcycle flew by the roadside.

"Ah..." Long Yuehong was stunned. The gray-robed monk turned over, raised his legs, mounted the motorcycle, and turned the accelerator.

With a booming voice, Zenaga lowered his body and said calmly:

"A few donors, just follow the poor monk."

At this moment, monks, gray robes, bald heads, motorcycles, and exhaust gas formed a very visually impactful scene, which made Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen look slightly dull.

Shang Jianyao asked curiously:

"Zen Master, why don't you drive?"

Zenaga kept the motorcycle steady and replied calmly:

"The car is too heavy."