Suddenly such a monk appeared and said inexplicable words, which made Long Yuehong feel a little puzzled and dazed at the same time as his spirit was suddenly tense.
What the hell does this happen
Why did another monk who believed in Bodhi pop up
Is he crazy, mentally ill
Long Yuehong subconsciously turned her eyes to the front, and saw Jiang Baimian's side face in the co-pilot position was quite dignified.
At this moment, Shang Jianyao had pressed down the car window, stuck his head out, and shouted loudly:
"Why not use Greyhound
"Honghe language can't express that charm!"
This guy is serious again in a strange place... Long Yuehong once again doesn't know whether to praise Shang Jianyao's big heart, or he can't see the situation clearly.
To Long Yuehong's surprise, the gray-robed monk who was so thin and out of shape actually answered.
He still said in the Red River language:
"I'm not good at Greyhound.
"But to respect the Buddha is to respect one's own consciousness, and to tell the Buddha's principles is to expound the true nature of one's nature, and no language will affect its essence."
"Why do you want to intercept us, and say that the sea of suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore?" Shang Jianyao changed the topic without thinking.
Jiang Baimian didn't stop him, trying to use his unusual path to disrupt the thoughts of the gray-robed monk opposite, creating an opportunity to spy on the truth or get rid of the current situation.
The gray-robed monk once again whispered the Buddha's name:
"The poor monk foresees that the four-person team passing through this street at this time today will affect the stability of the first city and bring about a turmoil.
"My Buddha is merciful and cannot bear to see sentient beings suffer, so the poor monk had to stop you and guard them for a while."
Hearing this answer, Jiang Baimian and the others looked at each other in dismay, as if the other party was mentally ill.
This is a total disaster!
The "Old Tune Group" hasn't done anything yet!
Shang Jianyao's expression became serious, and he responded loudly:
"It won't be a four-person team that will bring about the turmoil and affect the stability, only those nobles, those elders, and those careerists who control the army.
"Zen master, why don't you take care of Beuris, Alexander, and Gaius
"Trust me, this is the most effective way to eliminate hidden dangers."
Huh, the level of this debate is on the rise... Jiang Baimian secretly praised.
The gray-robed monk was silent for a few seconds and said:
"The poor monk will also try to do this, but now we need to take care of you first."
His tone was quite calm, but it showed the firmness of his will.
At this time, Bai Chen, who was driving, also stuck his head out:
"Monk, why are you sure it's us?"
Although there are no other people on this street now, the prediction is not necessarily the target, but also the time and place.
"That's right." Shang Jianyao echoed, "Think about it: it is a common occurrence that prophecies are misinterpreted; you must also..."
Before he finished speaking, the gray-robed monk proclaimed another Buddha's name:
"Namo Anuttarasamyaksabodhi..."
His voice, Hong Zhong Dalu, rang in the ears of Jiang Baimian and others, successfully suppressing Shang Jianyao's follow-up 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 'he mind' and knows exactly what you want to do."
Fuck... Long Yuehong couldn't help but burst out a foul language in her heart.
The ability of "he mind" is really disgusting!
If you want to do something here, you will be blocked if you haven't even set up your hands, so how can you fight
Moreover, this monk is more than ten meters away from us, but he can hear "he mind" so clearly, which shows that his level is far better than the mechanical monk's purification method...
As Long Yuehong's thoughts rolled over, the gray-robed monk spoke again:
"Donor, don't take out your speakers and portable tape recorders. You've 'told' the poor monk that some of the sounds stored there will have bad effects."
Shang Jianyao listened to his dissuasion, but not all.
Although he did not take the portable recorder and small speaker out of the tactical backpack, he tried to directly press the switch to turn up the volume.
At the same time, Jiang Baimian, who had been silent for a long time, also suddenly drew his gun, pushed the door with his left palm, and threw his right hand to the outside, ready to shoot at the gray-robed monk.
She didn't expect this to be successful, but just wanted to interfere with the other party, affect his ability to use, and create opportunities for Shang Jianyao to play the recordings of Xiaochong and Wu Meng.
Bai Chen also reacted instantly. She stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, causing the heavy off-road vehicle she rented to make a roaring sound and was about to rush out.
At this moment, the monk in gray robe turned the rosary in his left hand.
Silently, Jiang Baimian felt an unbearable 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 by the roadside.
Shang Jianyao seemed to be caught in an endless sea of fire, and his skin was burning with pain.
He curled up, unable to press the switch at all.
Bai Chen only felt that she had been thrown into boiling water, and the severe pain almost made her faint.
Her right foot loosened involuntarily, and the vehicle only rushed out a few meters, so she had to slow down and move forward slowly.
Long Yuehong trembled uncontrollably like falling into an ice cave.
His body became rigid, and his mind seemed to be frozen.
The "Hell Road" of the Six Paths of Reincarnation!
In the indescribable invisible torture, the "Old Tune Group" lost all resistance.
No, Jiang Baimian's left hand was still moving.
It "self" extended out of the car and tossed a metal coin in its palm.
In his voice, a silver-white electric light burst out, entangling the coin and dragging out an obvious "flame tail".
This is like a violent cannonball, blasting towards the gray-robed monk!
When Shang Jianyao was talking to the other party, Jiang Baimian was already preparing for the conflict that might occur next.
Having dealt with many Awakeners, she knows very well that as long as she doesn't encounter those specific types of enemies, she can avoid most of the effects by relying on the behaviors set in advance by the auxiliary chip.
It's a pity that the chip in her biological prosthesis is quite simple, and she can only preset a few movements. If Genova is here, she can set a set of broadcast gymnastics in advance, so this can only be done when there is no other way. A Jedi counterattack.
However, the gray-robed monk seemed to have expected it.
A stone slab on the side of the road flew over at some point, blocking the metal coin.
when!
The slate was scorched, and the electric current was scurrying, and it failed to go any further.
After all, Jiang Baimian was a coin tossed by his hand, and he relied on high-voltage current to win, and it was impossible to achieve the effect of the electromagnetic gun.
"Hell Road" is still maintained, and the pain has made several members of the "Old Tune Group" close to coma.
"Namo Anuttarasamyaksambodhi..." The gray-robed monk proclaimed the Buddha's name again, and everything returned to normal.
Long Yuehong looked at his body subconsciously 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 shows that nothing has happened.
"Several donors, unnecessary resistance will only make you suffer." The gray-robed monk said calmly, "It is better to accept the supervision of the poor monk."
Jiang Baimian asked in a deep voice while resetting the action for the auxiliary chip:
"Zen master, how long do you want to watch over us?"
"Ten days, I'll let you all leave after ten days." The gray-robed monk replied simply.
He glanced at Jiang Baimian, did not stop him, just said to Shang Jianyao:
"You want me to be hypocritical?"
Shang Jianyao smiled and spread his hands, indicating that he was just thinking about it, not going to put it into practice.
"What's the name of the Zen master?" he asked casually.
The gray-robed monk nodded lightly:
"The poor monk's name is Zennagar."
The slate in front of him flew slowly back to the side of the road, and fell to its original position, as if an invisible hand was manipulating it.
This made Jiang Baimian and others more and more sure that this monk was an awakener at the level of "Spiritual Corridor".
"Which sect of Zen Master?" Shang Jianyao asked further.
Zenaga's green eyes swept away:
"This is not the place for small talk.
"Several donors, let's go with the poor monk."
"Please also ask the Zen master to lead the way." Jiang Baimian saw that he couldn't do anything, and began to look for other ways.
For example, if you designate the place where you will be guarded by yourself, for example, tell the jhana that if there is a lonely child who loses the care of the "old-tone group", he will not have enough food and clothing, so it is better to bring him too.
Jiang Baimian even considered whether to invite Chan Naga to guide the way. Otherwise, the monk walking slowly in front would be very conspicuous and would easily attract extra attention.
The Zenaga didn't want their lives, and the Hand of Order wanted them to die.
"Several benefactors are merciful." Zenaga nodded in satisfaction.
The next second, his hand that was not holding the rosary made a light move, and a dark black motorcycle flew by the roadside.
"Ah..." Long Yuehong was stunned, the gray-robed monk turned over and raised his legs, got on his motorcycle, and turned the accelerator.
With a booming sound, Zenagawa lowered his body and said peacefully:
"A few donors, just follow the poor monk."
At this moment, monks, gray robes, bald heads, motorcycles, and exhaust gas formed a very visually striking picture, and Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen's expressions were all slightly dull.
Shang Jianyao asked curiously:
"Zen master, why don't you drive?"
Zenaga calmly replied while keeping the motorcycle steady:
"The car is too heavy."