Hearing Zanna Jia's answer, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen were pleasantly surprised, and even Jiang Baimian had similar emotions.
She wasn't really sure that the other party would agree, but she made the request following a certain feeling.
And that feeling came from observing and remembering Zanna Jia's words and deeds.
"Thank you, Zen Master!" Shang Jianyao stretched his hand out the window and waved it sincerely a couple of times.
Zanna Jia said with no change in expression:
"Please lead the way, Benefactors."
He turned the dark black motorcycle around, got back on, and twisted the throttle.
Bai Chen relied on the nearby alley and skillfully turned the vehicle around, heading towards Old K's place in the Red Wolf Zone.
Jiang Baimian pondered for a moment, sat in the passenger seat, and said to herself:
"Zen Master, our companion's enemies have some background and hide some mysteries. Rushing in, I'm afraid we'll run into people we shouldn't run into, encounter things we shouldn't encounter. At that time, even with your persuasion, things may not end well.
"We went to the Golden Apple Zone before to visit a nobleman who is a guest of that person and often participates in some secret gatherings. He might know something.
"After learning the general situation from him, we will know what to be wary of later, which time to choose, and what actions to take."
Zanna Jia, riding beside the vehicle, directly made the sound ring in the minds of Jiang Baimian and the others:
"Just do it according to your own arrangements. If it's not right, I will stop you."
"Okay, Zen Master." Jiang Baimian breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Shang Jianyao said with a puzzled look:
"Zen Master, I see that you are compassionate, why don't you think of ways to solve the slave problem, the factory environment problem, and the labor intensity problem in 'First City'? Why don't you try to lead the lower-class citizens and foreign drifters in the Green Olive Zone to dialogue with the nobles, help them obtain more rights and means of production, and jointly build a beautiful new world..."
Don't, don't say anymore... Jiang Baimian shouted weakly in her heart.
She wasn't very clear about the tenets of the "Crystal Consciousness Church" and Zanna Jia's pursuit. If the other party really claimed to be compassionate and save all living beings, then Shang Jianyao's questions were like slapping the other party in the face, one after another.
Those with poor self-restraint might become angry on the spot and make the "Old Task Force" wish they were dead, while those with better self-restraint would probably have veins popping on their foreheads.
Moreover, the price of the "Bodhi" domain has a certain probability of being a mental defect.
While Jiang Baimian was worried, Long Yuehong was even more trembling. He saw that the veins on Bai Chen's right hand, which was holding the steering wheel, were also protruding.
Why can't you speak without considering the occasion?
This is very dangerous!
In such a roar, Long Yuehong didn't get angry.
He knew that Shang Jianyao wasn't doing it on purpose, but couldn't control himself.
If he could control it, it wouldn't be a price.
This time, Zanna Jia was silent for a long time, so silent that the three members of the "Old Task Force" except Shang Jianyao began to consider whether to break the boat and launch a surprise attack.
Finally, he said with a slight sigh:
"Can't beat them."
"..." This answer was so honest that Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen all opened their mouths halfway, not knowing how to respond.
Before Shang Jianyao tried to speak, Zanna Jia added:
"Moreover, the focus of our 'Crystal Consciousness Church' is still on the tempering of the spirit and the cultivation of consciousness. 'Compassion' is just the self-enlightenment and cognition after seeing one's nature. Not every monk will be like this, but those monks won't meddle in these affairs and won't come to stop you.
"Namo Anuttara-Samyak-Sambodhi, this poor monk is not young anymore and has seen many things. I deeply believe that even the worst order is better than no order. Before being sure of establishing an effective system, it is best not to use other people's lives to achieve one's own ambitions."
"It's like this for the nobles, and for those lower-class citizens and wasteland drifters, resistance is only because they can't survive anymore." Shang Jianyao replied with a strong debating spirit.
Zanna Jia was silent again.
Jiang Baimian cleared her throat and deliberately changed the topic:
"Zen Master, is one of the precepts of your 'Crystal Consciousness Church' also not to lie?"
"Yes, a monk doesn't speak falsehoods." Zanna Jia said truthfully, "But he can choose not to answer."
He drove the black motorcycle, his body slightly forward, his gray robe swaying in the wind. Except for the bald head and the rosary in his hand, there was nothing wrong with him.
After a few seconds, Zanna Jia said:
"You seem to have some understanding of the suffering of the beings in the graylands."
Shang Jianyao answered without hesitation:
"Everything we do is to save all mankind."
Zanna Jia didn't respond for a short time, seemingly listening to Shang Jianyao's heart to see if his thoughts and words were consistent.
After a while, Zanna Jia said with a slight sigh:
"Benefactor has such great aspirations, which is commendable. This poor monk didn't dare to think like this when he was young, and now he is even more conservative."
Are you praising Shang Jianyao for having the heart of a child, or mocking him for being ambitious and unrealistic? Jiang Baimian couldn't help but mutter in her heart.
As for whether Zanna Jia could hear her words, she didn't know.
Zanna Jia continued to say to Shang Jianyao:
"What you say is what you think and do, your heart is clear, your will is firm, and there is light shining from within.
"Unfortunately, attachment is also delusion. If you can't see through this, you will never see consciousness like crystal.
"If Benefactor is interested in the Tathagata's true path, this poor monk is willing to be your guide."
Fuck... Long Yuehong didn't expect that Shang Jianyao would actually get Zanna Jia's appreciation.
Shouldn't a normal person scoff at those words or treat them as a joke?
Considering that the awakeners of the "Bodhi" domain may also have mental problems, is this considered mutual appreciation between mental patients?
Just as Long Yuehong flashed these thoughts, he couldn't wait to take out a hammer and knock himself unconscious.
This will be heard!
Under "Telepathy," the richness of his inner activities far surpassed language, making him feel greatly restricted.
Zen Master, what is the Eucharist of your "Crystal Consciousness Church"... Jiang Baimian muttered in her heart.
"Zen Master, what is the Eucharist of your 'Crystal Consciousness Church'?" Shang Jianyao asked with great interest.
Bai Chen pursed her lips, seemingly trying to hold back a smile.
She seemed to have guessed that Shang Jianyao would ask this.
Zanna Jia truthfully answered:
"We have no Eucharist, only sacred objects. The sacred objects are the Bodhi and the Pagoda.
"As for what to eat, we abstain from spicy and stimulating foods. There are no other restrictions, but we cannot eat the prey killed by our own hands."
Hot pot and barbecue are also considered spicy and stimulating, right? At least most of them are... Long Yuehong subconsciously wondered what such a precept could restrict.
Shang Jianyao sighed and said with a look of compassion:
"Zen Master, maybe I have no fate with Bodhi."
Zanna Jia didn't force it, driving the motorcycle and continuing to follow the "Old Task Force" to the Golden Apple Zone.
…………
On the edge of the Golden Apple Zone, a villa belonging to a certain family.
The "Old Task Force" and Zanna Jia were observing here from a distance, waiting for the scheduled target, Phelps, to come out.
This nobleman's son attended the secret gathering at Old K's house last night, so he probably won't be able to get out of bed in the morning, so the "Old Task Force" chose to come in the afternoon.
After waiting for a while, they finally saw the target through binoculars.
Phelps, with black hair and blue eyes, and slightly sagging cheek muscles, walked out of the front door of the house and got into the car while yawning.
His two bodyguards got into the car one in front of the other, protecting him in a safe position.
The vehicle started and left the iron gate along the road in the garden.
Seeing this, Bai Chen, who was far away, stepped on the accelerator and followed Phelps from a distance.
Seeing that the Red Wolf Zone was in sight, Bai Chen accelerated and quickly caught up with the target, then directly overtook him.
Phelps' driver didn't think there was anything wrong with this, but was just wary of whether the other party would suddenly swerve and block in front.
But suddenly, he felt an unbearable feeling of frustration.
How dare this broken car overtake me!
Watch me overtake it! The driver stepped on the accelerator heavily.
In the roar, the car in front just happened to be preparing to turn.
Bang!
Phelps' vehicle crashed into the rear side of the car rented by the "Old Task Force."
Fortunately, the driver was trained after all, and stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel in time, making the car accident less serious.
In such a collision, even if Long Yuehong wore a seat belt, he was dizzy for a while and almost injured.
On the other hand, Shang Jianyao, who was closer to the collision, had excellent physical fitness and was not affected at all. He pushed open the car door and jumped out.
He glanced at the dented rear side of the car and suddenly rushed towards Phelps' car, shouting loudly:
"How do you drive?"
As a nobleman, Phelps certainly wouldn't say "It's all my driver's fault," but just gave the bodyguard beside him a look.
The bodyguard immediately got out of the car, lifted the corner of his clothes, and revealed the pistol on his waist.
Shang Jianyao showed a look of fear and shouted at Phelps in the car:
"Look:
"Your car is damaged, and my car is also damaged;
"You have companions, and I also have companions;
"So..."
His words were like the expression of a frightened person who was both stubborn and flustered.
Phelps' expression changed slightly, and he said to the bodyguard:
"Forget it, someone I know."
Although the bodyguard had been with Phelps for several years, he hadn't grown up with him after all. In addition, under the influence of "Reasoning Clown," he had no doubts about this.
Seeing Phelps, Shang Jianyao complained:
"Your driver is too reckless, right?
"Forget it, forget it, there's no need to fuss about this matter with our relationship."
Phelps nodded in satisfaction:
"No problem."
At this time, Shang Jianyao glanced left and right and deliberately lowered his voice:
"I seemed to see you go to Masgaar Street last night..."
He didn't state his position, nor did he ask what kind of gathering it was, but just casually mentioned it.
Phelps suddenly became alert, looked around, and said in a very low voice:
"A rave party, to please 'Mandala'..."
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