Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Looking at the words, Mian's lips twitched, and an inexplicable anger rose in her heart, even temporarily suppressing the fear that came from her very bones.

A mop handle mistaken for a holy sword, a body wearing nothing but underwear described as armor... Am I some kind of easily fooled character from a fable? Am I going to be paraded through the streets dressed like this next?

"but……"

Mian had no intention of giving up and waiting to die. He looked around the bathroom and found that the only thing he could use as a weapon was the half mop handle.

"There's no other way. I'll just have to use this gun to scare them, and then figure out a way to fight my way out with this stick..."

Mian reached out her left hand and grasped the half of the mop handle, but the moment her fingers touched the wooden handle, she felt as if she had been electrocuted, and a surge of energy rushed straight to her brow.

At that moment, he seemed to truly see the magnificent palace, the holy sword radiating powerful energy, and the sleazy green figures lurking outside the palace—they surged against the palace gates like a tide, until the solid stone gates could no longer withstand the pressure and finally collapsed with a crash.

"Bang!"

The sound of the bathroom door being kicked open startled Mian from this unbelievable hallucination.

Strong gangsters, armed with guns and baseball bats, appeared menacingly before Mian. Then they saw a naked man with a red nose standing in the water- and blood-soaked washroom, holding a stick and looking dazed, as if his soul had left his body.

"Oh, shit!"

The shocking scene caused the gangsters to involuntarily take two steps back, giving Mian time to react. He immediately raised the empty gun in his right hand and threatened the gangsters:

"I have a gun, all of you get back."

The gangsters, already frightened by the shocking scene, panicked again when they saw the gun appear. However, they calmed down when a long-haired man stepped forward.

"Mian, stop trying to scare us with that firewood stick. We know you stole the Nianbang's gun, but we also know there's only one bullet in it..."

"One shot is enough."

Mian's loud shout interrupted the long-haired man's conversation. He was on edge, but the words his parents had told him when he was a child told him that if he didn't take the initiative in this absolutely disadvantageous situation, he would never have a chance to turn things around.

"One bullet, one life. If you fire, someone will die. Who dares to come up here?"

The gangsters fell silent. They didn't utter a word, but their halting steps spoke volumes—they were ruthless gangsters, but they weren't madmen, and none of them were willing to risk their lives at a time like this.

Seeing that her strategy of seizing the initiative had worked, Mian tried to suppress her fear and said loudly:

"Let me go, I promise I'll pay you back. Please give me some more time, I've found a way..."

"A way in?"

Suddenly, the long-haired man let out a cold laugh.

"What right do you have to talk about connections when you're being targeted by the nudist cult?"

Nudism? A familiar name, but I can't quite place it. Perhaps it belongs to that period of memory destroyed by hangovers and death.

The news shocked Mian for a moment, but he quickly calmed down and a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Ha, you need to have something to be targeted to be targeted. Do you know why they're targeting me?"

Mian said mysteriously. And just as he had expected, the long-haired man's expression gradually became serious.

The long-haired man thought for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"You're being targeted because you went to their gathering to steal something, aren't you?"

That's just the surface reason.

Mian spoke with absolute certainty, and although he couldn't remember this memory at all, it didn't stop him from making it up on the spot.

"You know, there are some things that people are always willing to pay a lot of money for. I won't tell you exactly what it is, but I can assure you, I've found a way, just give me a little more time..."

As Mian spoke, the long-haired man's initial determination to tear him to pieces seemed to gradually subside. Having studied mind reading, Mian knew this was a sign the other man was about to give in; his temporary escape seemed imminent, and then—

"Brick, there's a bullet hole in that mirror!"

The voice wasn't loud, and it was unclear which gang member it came from or who it was calling. But like a thunderclap in the night, it reminded all the gang members present of one thing—leaving a bullet hole meant they had to fire a bullet, and at that moment, none of the gang members present had fired a gun.

"You buddy, you dare to mess with me."

The long-haired man's face contorted with rage, and he raised his gun at Mian without hesitation. But someone else was faster; while Mian was still wary of the gun in the long-haired man's hand due to the sudden turn of events, a bullet had already been fired from the crowd.

"Bang!"

A flash of fire.

It came suddenly and there was no way to avoid it.

A naked man wearing only his underwear, facing such a sudden shooting, should have only one fate, that's how it should have been, that's how it should have been...

The bullet sparked as it approached Mian's skin, then ricocheted off, leaving a shallow bullet hole in the bathroom wall.

Seeing this incredible scene, everyone present, including Mian, was stunned into silence. Then, Mian, who was the first to react, swung the mop handle she was holding in her left hand.

Then an even more unbelievable scene unfolded: a sword aura burst forth from the mop handle, like a wall of light, instantly sending the gangster who was about to fire his gun flying.

In an instant, more than a dozen gangsters arrived to collect debts, and they sprawled all over the cramped hotel room. Some people fainted immediately, while others remained conscious despite the shock and disbelief.

A gangster yelled and swung a baseball bat at Mian, who instinctively reached out with a mop handle to block it. However, the two collided without making a sound. The baseball bat was easily sliced ​​in two, as if Mian were holding an invincible sword.

[You launched an attack on the goblins. You were brave and invincible, unstoppable. You realized once again that you are the master of this country, the supreme king.]

Small, white-glowing words had somehow appeared on the old television in the guest room, still uttering words that seemed to have nothing to do with reality. But this time, Mian realized for the first time that what the other party was saying might not be entirely false.

"You bastard, what have you found? You monster!"

The long-haired man, who had been knocked to the ground by the sword energy, raised his pistol in disbelief and fired repeatedly at Mian. He also called on several gangsters to grab tables and chairs and join the attack on Mian.

Mian silently dropped the gun that was out of bullets, then gripped the "Holy Sword" in both hands, bowing her head as if answering the long-haired man's question, or perhaps muttering to herself.

"What exactly did I find? I don't know. But one thing is certain."

Mian raised his head, a fervent light shining in his amber eyes.

"I think I can survive now."

He smirked and then swung his "sword" at the "goblins" in front of him.