Suddenly, such a monk appeared, saying inexplicable words, which made Long Yuehong suddenly tense, but also added a little doubt and confusion.
What is going on?
Why did another monk who believed in Bodhi appear?
Is he a madman and mentally abnormal?
Long Yuehong subconsciously cast his gaze forward, and saw Jiang Baimian's side face in the passenger seat was quite solemn.
At this moment, Shang Jianyao had already pressed the car window, poked his head out, and shouted loudly:
"Why not use the gray language?
"The Red River language can't express that kind of charm!"
This guy is more serious in strange places again...... Long Yuehong once again didn't know whether to praise Shang Jianyao's big heart, or he couldn't see the situation clearly.
To Long Yuehong's surprise, the gray-robed monk who was so thin that he lost his shape actually answered.
He still said in the Red River language:
"I'm not good at gray language.
"But worshiping the Buddha is not only respecting one's own consciousness, but also explaining Buddhist principles is expounding the true nature of nature, and no language can affect its essence."
"Why did you intercept us, and why do you say that the sea of suffering is boundless, and the back is the shore?" Shang Jianyao changed the topic out of the blue.
Jiang Baimian did not stop him, trying to use his unusual path to disrupt the thinking of the gray-robed monk opposite, creating an opportunity to spy on 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-man squad passing through this street at this time would affect the stability of the original city and bring turmoil.
"My Buddha is compassionate and can't bear to see all living beings suffering, so the poor monk has to stop you and watch over you for a while."
Hearing this answer, Jiang Baimian and the others looked at each other, feeling that the other party was simply mentally ill.
This is a completely unwarranted disaster!
The "old tune group" hasn't done anything yet!
Shang Jianyao's expression became serious, and he responded loudly:
"It will not be a four-person squad that will bring turmoil and affect stability, but only those nobles, those elders, and those careerists who control the army.
"Zen Master, why don't you take care of Beuris, Alexander, Gaius, and others?
"Believe me, this is the most effective way to eliminate hidden dangers."
Hey, the level of this debate is rising...... 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 matter, but now I need to take care of you first."
His tone was quite calm, but it set off the firmness of his will.
At this time, Bai Chen, who was driving, also poked his head out:
"Great monk, why are you sure it's us?"
Although there are no other people on this street now, the prediction is not necessarily the goal, but also the time and place.
"Yes." Shang Jianyao echoed, "Think about it: it is common for prophecies to be interpreted incorrectly; you must be ...... too."
Before he finished speaking, the gray-robed monk proclaimed the Buddha's name again:
"Namo Arudara Three Bodhi ......"
His voice sounded like a bell in the ears of Jiang Baimian and others, successfully suppressing Shang Jianyao's follow-up words.
Immediately afterwards, he didn't give Shang Jianyao a chance to continue speaking, and said calmly:
"Benefactor, don't try to influence the logic and judgment of the poor monk with his ability, the poor monk has 'his heart' and knows what you want to do."
Zhen ...... Long Yuehong couldn't help but burst into a foul word in her heart.
The ability to "communicate with his heart" is really disgusting!
If you want to do something here, you will be stopped before you even set up the starting posture, how can you fight this?
Moreover, this monk is more than ten meters away from us, but he can hear it so clearly, which shows that his level is far better than that of mechanical monks......
While Long Yuehong's thoughts were rolling, the gray-robed monk spoke again:
"Benefactor, don't take out your speakers and portable tape recorders, you have already 'told' the poor monk that some of the sounds stored in them will have a bad effect."
Shang Jianyao listened to his dissuasion, but did not listen to it all.
Although he did not take the portable tape recorder and small speaker out of his tactical backpack, he tried to press the switch directly and turn up the volume.
At the same time, Jiang Baimian, who had been silent, also suddenly pulled out his gun, pushed the door with his left palm, and threw his right hand outside, ready to shoot at the gray-robed monk.
She didn't expect this to succeed, she just wanted to interfere with the other party, affect his ability to use it, and give Shang Jianyao a chance to play the recordings of Xiao Chong and Wu Meng.
Bai Chen also reacted instantly, she stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, causing the rented heavy off-road car to make a roaring sound and was about to rush out.
At this moment, the gray-robed monk's left hand turned the rosary.
Silently, Jiang Baimian felt an unbearable extreme sting, as if he had fallen into a trap made of steel needles.
Bang bang bang!
Her right hand reflexively retracted, and the bullet deflected towards the roadside slab.
Shang Jianyao seemed to be caught in an endless sea of fire, and his skin was burning and painful.
His body curled up, and he didn't have the strength to press the switch at all.
Bai Chen only felt that she had been thrown into the boiling water, and the severe pain made her almost faint.
Her right foot involuntarily loosened, and the vehicle swished a few meters, so she had to slow down and move forward slowly.
Long Yue was as red as an ice cave, trembling uncontrollably.
His body became stiff, and his mind seemed to be frozen.
The "Hell Road" of the Six Reincarnations!
In the indescribable invisible torture, the "Old Tune Group" lost all resistance power.
No, Jiang Baimian's left hand is still moving.
It "on its own" stretched out of the car and threw out a metal coin held in the palm of its hand.
In Zi's voice, a silver-white electric light bloomed, wrapping around the coin and dragging out an obvious "flame tail".
It was like a raging cannonball, blasting at the gray-robed monk!
When Shang Jianyao was talking to the other party, Jiang Baimian was already preparing for the next possible conflict.
Having dealt with many awakened people, she knew very well that as long as she did not encounter specific types of enemies, relying on the behavior set in advance by the auxiliary chip could avoid most of the impact.
Unfortunately, the chip in her biological prosthesis is quite simple, and only a few movements can be preset, and Gnava is here, and a set of broadcast gymnastics can be set up in advance, so this can only be a Jedi counterattack when there is no other way.
However, the gray-robed monk seemed to have expected it.
A stone slab on the side of the road flew over at some point and stood in front of the metal coin.
Pawn!
The slate was scorched, the current was rushing, and it failed to go further.
After all, Jiang Baimian is a coin thrown by hand, relying on high-voltage current to win, and it is impossible to achieve the effect of electromagnetic cannons.
The "Hell Road" was still maintained, and the pain brought several members of the "Old Tune Group" close to coma.
"Namo Arudara Three Bodhi ......" The gray-robed monk proclaimed the Buddha's name again, and everything returned to normal.
Long Yuehong subconsciously looked at his body and didn't find the slightest damage, but the freezing and torture just now were so clear and real in his memory.
The cold sweat on his forehead and back also showed that nothing had happened.
"Several benefactors, unnecessary resistance will only make you suffer." The gray-robed monk said calmly, "It is better to be supervised by the poor monk."
Jiang Baimian asked in a deep voice while re-presetting the actions for the auxiliary chip:
"Zen Master, how long will you keep an eye on us?"
"Ten days, let you leave after ten days." The gray-robed monk replied simply.
He glanced at Jiang Baimian, did not stop him, but just said to Shang Jianyao:
"You want me to be hypocritical?"
Shang Jianyao smiled, spread his hands, and signaled that he was just thinking about it and did not plan to put it into practice.
"What is the name of the Zen master?" He asked lightly.
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 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 awakened person at the level of "spiritual corridor".
"Which sect of Zen master?" Shang Jianyao asked further.
Zenaga's green eyes swept away:
"This is not a place for idle talk.
"Several benefactors, let's go with the poor monk."
"Please also ask the Zen master to lead the way." Seeing that things could not be done, Jiang Baimian began to look for other ways.
For example, tell Zenaga that once a lonely child loses the care of the "old tune team", he will not have enough to eat, cloth, or warm, so it is better to pick him up as well.
Jiang Baimian even considered whether to invite Zenaga to get into the car to show the way, otherwise, the monk walked slowly in front of him very conspicuously, which could easily attract extra attention.
The Jhanaga did not want their lives, and the "Hand of Order" wished they died.
"Several benefactors are merciful." Zenaga nodded in satisfaction.
In the next second, with a gentle move from the hand that did not hold the rosary, a dark black motorcycle flew from the side of the road.
"Ah......" Long Yuehong was stunned, the gray-robed monk turned over and raised his legs, got on the motorcycle, and twisted the accelerator.
With a roaring voice, Jhanaga lowered his body and said peacefully:
"A few benefactors, just follow the poor monk."
At this moment, the monk, the gray robe, the bald head, the motorcycle, and the exhaust formed a very visually impactful picture, and Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen's expressions were all slightly dazed.
Shang Jianyao asked curiously:
"Zen Master, why don't you drive?"
While keeping the motorcycle steady, Zenaga replied calmly:
"The car is too heavy."
(End of this chapter)