Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

The voice was rough and weary, but it still made Mian jump and turn around warily. He saw a homeless man in tattered clothes, who looked somewhat bloated, emerge from another dark alley.

His eyes, still wet with sleep, stared intently at Mi'an, his face filled with anger.

"We're all in this together; we should have some sense of honor. Winter's almost here, what are you planning to do by stealing my things?"

His words were righteous and eloquent, each one filled with tears and blood, leaving Mi An stunned and speechless.

Just then, Ain, drawn by the commotion, peeked out. Mian looked at her pleadingly, only to see her blinking and standing there.

Even during their previous encounter with the sniper, Mian had noticed that Ain seemed highly sensitive to momentary danger and hostility. Although he didn't know why, Mian trusted her quite a bit since she could sense the sniper.

Now that Ain hasn't reacted at all, does that mean the other party is not in danger?

Mian felt slightly relieved and quickly put on a flattering smile.

"Brother, it's a misunderstanding. I lost something here earlier and came back to look for it. I didn't mean anything by it. I'll leave as soon as I find it."

"thing?"

Upon hearing this, the fat homeless man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he trotted over to Mian.

"What valuable thing is it? If it is, since it fell on my turf, I should get a share."

"No, it's not, it's just a mop handle."

Seeing the other party's greedy behavior, Mian was also incredibly grateful for the first time that her golden finger had an abstract form, at least she didn't have to worry about being coveted by others no matter what good things she got.

While the side effect is that good things might end up being recycled as trash, it's only been a short time; it shouldn't be that bad...

"Ah, this..."

The enthusiasm in the homeless man's eyes vanished instantly. He waved his fat hand and said with utter disappointment:

"I don't know why you're looking for this thing, but you probably won't find it now."

"Huh!? Why?"

Upon hearing this, Mian almost jumped up from the ground. He grabbed the homeless man's shoulders and shook him violently, trying to find out why.

The homeless man was a little confused by his excited actions, but still honestly said:

"This morning, there was a car accident in this alley. A big truck crashed right in. Plus, it seems like there was some gang trouble at the hotel next door, so there are a lot of people coming and going here. I was afraid of getting arrested, so I didn't come all morning. When I came back in the afternoon, I found that what should have been full of garbage was only half full. Things like wooden strips and cardboard boxes were all gone."

He sighed and a look of regret appeared on his face.

"Winter is coming soon, and I was planning to collect more firewood. It seems someone beat me to it and stole it all. So..."

The homeless man glanced at the trembling Mian and said with a strange expression:

"If you had lost that thing this morning or yesterday, you definitely wouldn't have been able to find it."

No sooner had the homeless man finished speaking than Mian had already pounced into the garbage heap, frantically rummaging through it.

However, just as the homeless man had predicted, all the sticks and pieces of wood had vanished without a trace in the trash. No matter how hard Mian searched, they were nowhere to be found.

Oh no, this is really a trial card now.

Mian knelt on the ground, her face showing an extremely tragic expression.

The streets of the Dukes are teeming with homeless people, and their activities are mostly not confined to the Dukes, but rather extend to the entire Free City. If you can't find it here, then looking for it elsewhere is like searching for a needle in a haystack, no, it's like trying to catch the moon's reflection in water—who knows, that mop-handled holy sword might have already been burned as firewood by someone else.

Does this mean that the next operation will have to proceed without the Holy Sword?

Mian scratched his head, looking extremely troubled.

The fat homeless man, who was watching nearby, went up to you, patted you on the shoulder, and said comfortingly:

"Don't think too much. We've fallen to this point, we'll just live one day at a time. As for any memories of the past, let them go..."

"My lord!"

Ignoring Mian's orders, Ain rushed out from her hiding corner, her face filled with extreme anxiety. At the same time, the shard of mirror that Mian had stuck in her modesty pants emitted a burning heat.

There are enemies!

A sense of crisis washed over him, and Mian crouched down, preparing to warn the homeless man beside him to run away quickly, when a flash of white light appeared before his eyes, and a metallic clang rang out from his chest.

It was that unseen armor that saved him from a fatal blow, but the homeless man wasn't so lucky.

"Croak!!"

The homeless man who had just been trying to comfort Mian let out a scream and fell to the ground. Mian gritted his teeth, turned around, and suddenly a mist rose up at the previously empty intersection. Within the mist, there were faint flashes of silver light, like the light of a knife or thunder.

"My lord!"

Ayn ran quickly to Mian's side, grabbed the huge iron trash can, and threw it at the cloud of mist.

The powerful blow immediately dispersed the eerie mist, but the mist quickly began to coalesce again.

"Damn it, this isn't even human anymore."

Having transmigrated to this world, Mi An encountered non-human beings for the first time, but once again, they appeared in an adversarial manner.

A sniper can still take a shot, but how do you deal with this thing?

"Ain, let's go."

"Yes, my lord."

Ayn turned around, making a gesture as if she had her back to someone. Mian looked at her once and understood what she meant, feeling humiliated but helpless.

He could only obediently let Ai Yin carry him on her back. Just as they were about to start running, he took one last look back at the homeless man lying on the ground, and a wave of sadness washed over him.

"Brother, you're a good person too. I'll definitely help you get revenge if I get the chance."

"Stop helping me get revenge, just help me out now."

Just when I thought he was dead, my brother suddenly got up from the ground. A string of iron nameplates fell to the ground from the torn clothes on his chest.

Seeing the mist gathering as if it were alive, the homeless man was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He didn't care about morality or ethics and grabbed the tattered cloth that Mian was using to wrap himself.

"No, don't pull there!"

Mian sensed something was wrong and quickly spoke up, but at that moment the mist condensed again, surging and spewing out several sharp white beams of light.

So, with no other choice, Ain used her legs to propel herself forward, and with the added strength of the knight, she shot off like an arrow. She began her escape, carrying Mian, who was struggling to hold onto the tattered cloth and was about to be exposed, and the homeless man trailing behind like a tail.