Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Now that the target has been identified as the monitoring room, the remaining question is how to get there.

The low number of people near the monitoring room is relative. Considering that it's only a few steps away from the other heavily guarded areas, there must be someone guarding the monitoring room as well. If it really is connected to the secret treasures of the Celestial Cult, then this level of security is not only just right, but also won't arouse suspicion.

This naturally gave Mian a greater sense of confidence. However, this level of defensiveness also greatly hindered his approach.

The "Moth's" magic can temporarily blind people, but it is ineffective against loyal mechanical surveillance. Mian's usual reliance on convincing acting skills and silver tongue is equally useless against security guards who only know how to follow the rules.

Getting closer to the goal is a real challenge, but fortunately Mian is not without any ideas.

"Ryan, can you project your body to explore the outside world?"

Mian took a sip of her fruit soda and quietly asked Ryan, who was in the consciousness space.

The young woman, who was already curled up on the ground clutching her stomach because of the stench, looked even more speechless upon hearing this request.

"If the soul could do anything, why would I bother to possess someone? Besides, why would I go to my death with you? Do you know how dangerous it is there?"

Ryan gritted his teeth, his face hardened, looking like he was determined to fight Mian to the bitter end.

Mian could hear what the other person was thinking. He only needed to ask the question to guide Ryan's thoughts, without her actually giving an answer, to get the answer.

However, considering that they would still need to rely on this guy in the future, Mian tried his best to remain patient and said:

"Ryan, I'm telling you, I have no intention of dying. I will definitely rescue the child and get out of here. Do you know what that means?"

Mian took out the ring that was wrapped around Ryan's hair, placed it in her palm, and gently blew on it. This familiar gesture immediately made Ryan jump up in surprise, but Mian simply resignedly put the ring back on her chest and said calmly to Ryan:

"This means we still have a long time to get to know each other. I don't like you, but constantly tormenting you is exhausting. So, in return for helping me, I'll make you feel better, and maybe even let you get some fresh air. So,"

When Ryan was swept away by the river and completely lost control, Mian learned a great deal about his experiences.

As an orphan, she was adopted by her teacher, which likely contributed to her developing a personality that is more responsive to gentle persuasion than force. Coupled with her own childhood experiences, she has always felt a greater sense of compassion for children in similar circumstances.

Although he kept verbally resisting, Mian knew that this guy wasn't really opposed to saving the child.

At this moment, reading Ryan's heart, Mian knew that her heart had already wavered slightly, and only one last spark remained.

So Mian's projection in the consciousness space reached out his hand towards Ryan.

"Those children are either orphans or poor people. They've already lost almost everything. We can't let them lose their lives too. So, for the sake of those children, Ryan, please help me, I beg you."

Ryan looked at Mian, his arrogant expression fading. He bit his lip, as if his words had truly struck a chord with her.

But in the end, she didn't take Mian's hand. Instead, she crossed her arms and turned her head away, leaving Mian with an awkward remark.

"I am the 'Fisherman,' and my soul is strong enough. Within a 2-meter radius, if it's just for a short while... I can manage."

"That's enough. I'll figure out the rest."

Mian smiled and brought all her consciousness back to reality.

Looking at the wealthy and powerful people in the lobby, and the security guards who acted out of habit and routine, a plan was brewing in his mind.

Mian swirled the sparkling water in her hand, her gaze piercing through the elegantly dressed crowd, precisely locking onto her target in the corner.

It was a slicked-back young man with a greasy, powdered face. Mian spotted him the moment he entered the room.

Although the expensive cosmetics almost completely concealed the marks, Mian could still easily spot the faint outline of a bruise beneath the makeup on the young man's left cheekbone. After all, that was the "souvenir" that Leo had left on this guy's face a few days ago to protect Lisa.

At this very moment, the young man was shamelessly fawning over a popular female star. Mian had originally thought this guy was a coward who bullied the weak, but she hadn't expected him to still be so thuggish in this situation.

As for the female celebrity he was currently entangled with, Mian happened to recognize her—Emilia Crawford, a very popular movie star in recent years, and the original owner of this body seemed to be a big fan of her films. Her elegant and mysterious presence on screen now resembled a butterfly caught in a spider's web.

"Miss Amy."

The young man, with a rather greasy manner, shouted and moved closer to the female celebrity. The female celebrity wore a professional fake smile, but her body honestly leaned back, her crystal earrings swaying rapidly with her dodging movements.

It's clear that the two didn't get along well.

Everything was perfect; there couldn't be a better opportunity.

Mian straightened his expensive "Rayman Hall" suit, put on a perfectly timed surprised smile, swirled the sparkling water in his glass, and strode through the crowd toward the rich second-generation and the female celebrity.

"Miss Crawford! It really is you!"

The crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor perfectly interrupted the rich kid's harassment.

Mian's voice carried the fervor unique to fans, and the volume was controlled within a range that was attention-grabbing but not overly harsh, attracting all the attention of the female celebrity.

He took two steps forward, using his body to separate the female celebrity from the rich second-generation, and politely bowed to the female celebrity.

"Rayman Hall, from Armagh, is a big fan of yours."

Ignoring the rich kid's instantly gloomy face, he magically pulled out a pen and an auction brochure from his inner pocket, turned to a blank page, and handed them over.

"The closing monologue of 'Midnight Iris' kept me awake for three whole days—'A lie is a mist under the moonlight, and the truth is the dagger that pierces it.' Could you please sign your name for me? Just write 'To Lehman, may the truth always be sharp.'"

Emilia was visibly taken aback, then a flicker of gratitude for being saved flashed in her eyes. She quickly took the paper and pen, her fingertips trembling slightly with nervousness.

"Of course, Mr. Hall. Very few people remember that line..."

She smoothly signed her name, deliberately turning her body towards Mian, using her back to form a soft barrier that completely kept the rich second-generation trying to get close from her.

"Because that is a test of the soul."

Mian leaned slightly forward and lowered his voice to create an intimate atmosphere for academic discussion.

"When your character exposes the conspiracy, his eyes don't burn with righteous anger, but rather... compassion. Like a god looking down upon a lost lamb."

He quoted lines from the movie and chatted happily with the female star, but out of the corner of his eye, he locked onto the rich second-generation's face, which was flushed red from being ignored.

"Hey friend, there's a proper order to things."

This good-for-nothing finally couldn't take it anymore, but he still remembered what kind of occasion this was, so he didn't completely lose his temper. He just stepped forward and tried to reason with Mian.

But Mian wouldn't let him off the hook just because of that.

He took a half step back, and the sparkling water glass he was shaking was "coincidentally" knocked over by the other person's waving arm.

Ping!

The water glass spun and fell to the ground, the sound reaching the ears of everyone in the lobby with crystal clarity.