Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"Or what do you plan to do next to support yourself?"

Faced with Mian's question, Shirley frowned, thought for a moment, and then hesitantly answered:

"What else can a homeless person like me do? First, I rummage through trash cans, then I line up for welfare, then I try to find some easy odd jobs at the labor market... But that's not what you're looking for, is it? What's wrong, are you short of money?"

"Um."

This time, Mian answered truthfully:

"I reckon he's still thinking about making a comeback, and he needs to get some start-up capital in the next day or two."

Upon hearing this, Shirley's face first showed a hint of surprise, but then she seemed to realize something and slowly nodded.

"I was initially thinking that once you're homeless, there's basically no chance of turning your life around. But thinking about it carefully, since we saw that monster yesterday, it's not surprising that it happens in this world. Besides, you and the girl don't seem like ordinary people. Let me think, I do seem to have one or two options..."

Just as Sherry was thinking, a yawn came from the tent belonging to Mian and Ain on the other side.

Ai Yin rubbed her sleepy eyes and poked her head out of the tent.

Taking this opportunity, Mian walked over to her with the things she had just bought.

"Ain, I brought you some food and drinks, and some clothes. If you're not hungry, go change into these clothes and see if they fit."

When Ayn saw the food in Mian's hand, she could hardly take her eyes off it. Her stomach growled again, and saliva almost dripped from the corner of her mouth.

When Mian pushed the outfit in front of her, Ayn's longing for food was immediately replaced by a feeling of being flattered.

She held the soft new clothes that Mian had placed in her hands, first looking at the clothes, then at Mian. She blinked, her jewel-like red pupils sparkling as if containing endless surprise.

"My lord... is this really for me?"

"certainly."

Upon receiving Mian's affirmative reply, Ain's face lit up with immense happiness. She hugged the not-so-expensive dress to her chest, as if embracing some precious gift.

"No one has ever sent me clothes other than a hospital gown before, my lord. You're the first. Thank you so much..."

Before Ayn could finish speaking, Mian leaned down and placed her index finger to Ayn's lips, stopping her from speaking.

The surprise that Ain showed at the cheap clothes and the words Shirley had just said lingered in Mian's mind, finally coalescing into a single sentence that escaped his throat.

"You don't need to thank me for this. It's something you should have, something everyone should have."

At this point, Mian withdrew her fingers, patted Ain's head again, and said with a smile:

"It would be incredibly humiliating for a lord to be thanked for such a cheap garment. So, let's wait until I achieve something truly great before Ain thanks me, okay?"

Seeing Ayn nod blankly, Mian withdrew her hand, then shook the milk and biscuits she was carrying in her other hand and asked:

"So, what do we say? Should we get dressed first or eat first?"

"Get dressed first!"

Ain grinned and said it without hesitation.

Not long after, Ain, having changed her clothes, popped out of the tent again and appeared in front of Mian, bouncing around.

Mian had chosen an outfit for her: a dark gray hooded fleece sweatshirt, black jogger pants, and blue high-top sneakers. Looking at Ain now, Mian couldn't help but admit it was the right choice.

After changing into this outfit, Ain's silver hair was half-covered by the hood, and the slightly gray color somewhat concealed her thin cheeks, while her bright red eyes appeared even sharper against this backdrop. Further down, the loose-fitting hoodie and fitted sweatpants combined to minimize any physical flaws and showcase the girl's youthful figure.

With the embroidered kitten pattern on her hoodie and the blue accents on her canvas shoes, Ain finally looked less like a sickly patient and more like a young girl her age should have.

"My lord, my lord, isn't it beautiful?"

Ayn twirled around in front of Mian, excitedly showing off her new clothes, and Mian gave her heartfelt praise.

"It suits you perfectly."

"Yay!"

Ayn raised her hands high and let out a joyful cheer. But soon a slight hint of loneliness appeared in her eyes.

"It's a pity it wasn't a dress. I saw a woman wearing a black dress in the castle (mental hospital) before, and that dress was so beautiful."

Mian smiled and responded to her expectations once again.

"The skirt isn't really suitable for our current situation. I'll buy it for you another time."

"Yay! Long live the Lord! Long live the Lord!"

Ain raised her hands and cheered again. Just then, Sherry, who had been temporarily left aside by Mian, walked towards Mian while looking at her phone.

"Mr. Shirley, have you found any good jobs?"

Mian looked at him expectantly, while Shirley scrutinized Mian's face before asking a seemingly irrelevant question.

"Brother Mian, you're of Asian descent, aren't you?"

Upon hearing the unfamiliar term, Mian paused for a moment, but he quickly retrieved its meaning from the Cloud Lord's memories.

Shengzhou is a large continent located in the Old World, roughly in the same position as Asia on Earth. It is also the original home of the original owner, Mian.

As an aside, the other two continents of the Old World are Xizhou and Gaolan Continent. The New World, where the Ocean Federation is located, is divided into Yin'an Continent and Ama Continent.

Remembering this implication, Mian immediately nodded and then asked:

"Could this be related to my identity?"

"It really is related."

Shirley tapped on her phone for a moment, then held the screen horizontally in front of Mian. A bespectacled, yellow-skinned Asian face appeared before Mian.

"After all, I'm a veteran, and I don't have any bad habits. Someone asked me to be a security guard—of course, the kind without a formal contract—and this guy from your hometown was one of them. Although I didn't go, I left my contact information. He recently posted a well-paid job, and he specifically requires that someone of Asian descent participate."

"What is it?"

This statement piqued Mian's interest, but when faced with his doubts, Shirley simply scrolled down the page, and a line of text appeared before Mian's eyes.

"Jin Fu Building, No. 21 Mosha Street, overnight stay, 500 dollars per hour."