Suddenly, such a monk appeared and said inexplicable words, which made Long Yuehong feel a little confused and confused while his spirit suddenly tense.

What's going on?

Why did another monk who believes in Bodhi appear?

He is a lunatic and mentally ill?

Long Yuehong subconsciously turned her eyes forward, and saw Jiang Baimian's side face was quite solemn.

Just then, Shang Jianyao pressed the car window, poked his head out, and shouted loudly:

“Why not use the dirt language?

"The Honghe language cannot express that charm!"

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

What surprised Long Yuehong was that the monk who was so thin that he was deformed actually answered.

He still said in Honghe:

“I’m not good at silly language.

"But worshipping the Buddha is worshipping one's own consciousness, and speaking about Buddhist principles is about expounding the true nature of nature, no language can affect its essence."

"Why did you intercept us? Why did you say that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless? Turning back is the shore?" Shang Jianyao's thinking changed the topic without any hesitation.

Jiang Baimian did not stop him, trying to use his unusual path to disrupt the gray-robed monk opposite him, creating opportunities to spy on the truth of the matter or get rid of the current situation.

The monk from gray robe whispered the Buddha's name again:

"I foresee that the four-person team passing by this street at this time will affect the stability of the initial city and bring about a turmoil.

"My Buddha is merciful and cannot bear to see sentient beings suffer. I have to stop you and take care of you 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 a disaster!

The "old commissioning team" hasn't done anything yet!

Shang Jianyao's expression became serious and responded loudly:

"The four-man team will not be the one that brings unrest and affects stability, but only the nobles, the veterans, and the ambitious people who control the army.

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

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

Wow, the debate level has increased slowly... Jiang Baimian praised secretly.

The monk with gray robe was silent for a few seconds and said:

"I will try to do this, but now I need to take care of you first."

His tone was quite calm, which instead highlighted the firmness of his will.

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

"Master, why are you sure it's us?"

Although there are no other people in this street, the prediction error is not necessarily the goal, but also the time and place.

"Yes." Shang Jianyao agreed, "Think about it: errors in prophecy interpretation are common; you must be..."

Before he finished speaking, the monk with gray robe pronounced the Buddha's name again:

"Namo Anuttara Samyaksambodhi..."

His voice sounded like a big bell and loudly sounded in Jiang Baimian and others' ears, 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 my monk's logic and judgment. I master the 'his mind' and know what you want to do."

Fuck... Long Yuehong couldn't help but burst into swear words in her heart.

The ability of "his heart communication" is really disgusting!

I want to do something here, but I will be stopped before even the starting position is ready. How can I fight?

Moreover, the monk was more than ten meters away from us, but he could hear it so clearly, which shows that his level is far superior to the mechanical monk's Pure Dharma...

As Long Yuehong rolled in thought, the monk gray-robed robe spoke again:

"Don't take out your speakers and portable recorders, you've already 'telled' me that some of the sounds stored there will have a bad impact."

Shang Jianyao listened to his dissuasion, but did not listen to it all.

Although he did not take out the portable recorder and small speakers to tactical backpack, he tried to directly press the switch and turn up the volume.

At the same time, Jiang Baimian, who had been silent, suddenly pulled out his gun, pushed the door with his left palm, and threw his right hand out, preparing to shoot at the monk gray-robed robe.

She didn't expect this to succeed, but just wanted to interfere with the other party and influence his ability to use it, creating 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, causing the rented heavy off-road vehicle to make a roaring sound and was about to rush out.

At this moment, the monk with 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 bang!

Her right hand retracted reflexively, and the bullet tilted towards the stone slab beside the road.

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

He curled up and had no strength to press the switch.

Bai Chen felt that she had been thrown into boiling boiled water, and the severe pain almost made her fall into a coma.

Her right foot couldn't help but relax. The vehicle rushed out a few meters before it had to slow down and move forward slowly.

Long Yuehong fell into an ice cave and trembled uncontrollably.

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

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

In the indescribable torture, the "old tune group" lost all the power of resistance.

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

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

In this voice, silver lightning burst out, wrapped around the coin, dragging out a clear "flame tail".

This was like a violent shell, rushing towards the gray-robed monk!

When Shang Jianyao talked to the other party, Jiang Baimian was already preparing for the possible conflict in the future.

She has dealt with many awakened people and knows that as long as she does not encounter those specific types of enemies, relying on the auxiliary chip to set the behavior in advance, most of the impact can be avoided.

Unfortunately, the chip inside her biological prosthesis is quite simple, and she can only preset a few actions. If Gnava changes here, she can set up a set of radio gymnastics in advance, so this can only be a Jedi counterattack when there is no other way.

However, the monk with gray robe seemed to have expected it.

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

when!

The stone slabs were stoked and the currents were running around, and they failed to go further.

After all, Jiang Baimian threw coins with his hands, and he relied on high voltage current to win, and it was impossible to achieve the effect of an electromagnetic gun.

The "Hell Road" is still underway, and the pain has caused several members of the "old commissioning group" to fall into a coma.

"Namo Anuttara Samyaksambodhi..." The gray-robed monk chanted 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 so real in his memory.

The cold sweat on his forehead and back also shows that not nothing has happened.

"Several donors, the unnecessary resistance will only make you suffer." The monk from gray robe said calmly, "It is better to accept the care of me."

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

"Zen Master, how long do you have to take care of us?"

"Ten days, let you leave in ten days." The monk from gray robe replied simply.

He glanced at Jiang Baimian, but did not stop him, but said to Shang Jianyao:

"Want to make me pretentious?"

Shang Jianyao smiled, spread his hands, and signaled that he was just thinking about it and not going to put it into practice.

"What do you call Zen master?" he asked with ease.

The monk in the gray robe nodded slightly:

"My Sangha Dharma name is Janaga."

The stone slab in front of him flew slowly back to the side of the road and landed to its original position, as if an invisible hand was manipulating it.

This made Jiang Baimian and others more convinced that this monk was an awakened person at the "spiritual corridor".

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

Janaga's green eyes swept:

“This is not a place for chatting.

"Several donors, please go with me."

"I'll ask the Zen master to lead the way." Seeing that things were not done, Jiang Baimian began to find other solutions.

For example, you can specify your place to live when you are under supervision, for example, telling Janaga that if a lonely child loses the care of the "old commission" and he will not be able to eat or wear or be warm, it is better to bring him here as well.

Jiang Baimian even considered whether to invite Channaga to the car to guide the way, otherwise, the monk walked slowly forward very conspicuously and easily attracted extra attention.

Janaga doesn't want their lives, and the "hand of order" hates them to die.

"Several donors are merciful." Janaga nodded with satisfaction.

The next second, his hand without holding the rosary beads made a light move, and a dark black motorcycle flew over the side of the road.

"Ah..." Long Yuehong was stunned. The monk with gray robe turned over and raised his legs, rode on the motorcycle, and twisted the accelerator.

With the sound of bang, Janagava lowered his body and said calmly:

"Just donors, just follow me."

At this moment, the monks, gray robe, bald head, motorcycle, and exhaust formed a very visual impact picture, which made Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen look a little dull.

Shang Jianyao asked curiously:

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

While keeping the motorcycle stable, Janaga answered calmly:
Chapter completed!