Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

As dawn broke, Mian opened her eyes, and Leo, who had been dozing off beside her, immediately perked up.

"Mr. Mian,"

Leo asked, somewhat excitedly:

"Have you subdued that demon?"

"What do you mean by demon? I'm a noble superhuman! You mere rookie, come and bite me!"

Ryan, observing the present world through Mian's senses, let out a dissatisfied shout in Mian's consciousness space.

Ever since she realized that this guy was fully aware of her captive situation, her attitude not only didn't improve, but instead seemed to have completely unleashed her true nature, throwing a complete tantrum. It was as if she was deliberately trying to cause trouble for Mian, and she liked to shout and yell for no reason.

But she was also honest enough to teach diligently when it was time to teach, only throwing in a couple of sarcastic remarks between lessons. Therefore, Mian didn't bother with this noisy fellow, letting her ramble on in her head, and simply smiled at Leo, saying:

"Yes, it's all taken care of. I've learned some magic and mastered some of those magical scripts. I'll teach you the magic and scripts when I have some free time."

Mian had thought it through clearly. Since Leo could read Ryan's magic book with him, whether it was his innate talent or a byproduct of his investiture, Leo should now be classified as a "fisherman." So, if he could find an opportunity to take him to the outer wall for a visit, he might be able to learn the "fisherman's" spells.

In the face of the Celestial Cult, even the slightest improvement in combat strength would be beneficial.

"real?"

Upon hearing this, Leo's face flushed with excitement, and he repeatedly made the sign of the cross with his right hand in front of his chest.

"Thank God, no, thank you, Mr. Mian."

Is this another big reaction...? What on earth is he thinking?

Mian felt ashamed. After fully experiencing the convenience of mind reading in the world of Ryan, he couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if this mind-reading ability could be used on other people.

Even just understanding the complex feelings this companion has for him is good.

However, Mian only thought about it. Firstly, he didn't have the ability to replicate mind reading yet. Secondly, not everyone was a bastard like Ryan who could be used without any burden. For Mian, the mere thought of possibly overhearing other people's secrets was enough to make him feel guilty.

Just as Mian was pondering this matter, Ryan, the only victim of mind-reading at the moment, suddenly spoke again in his mind:

"Your follower... was he really just a rookie? So you really don't have any organization behind you, and are just a bunch of lone wolves who got some mysterious powers similar to superhumans by chance?"

"Didn't I tell you this already?"

Mian thought to herself.

Because his skills were still not refined, he would need Ryan's help to deal with any real danger. Under such circumstances, trying to conceal all his information was impossible. So he simply resorted to his old method, proactively telling Ryan about part of his situation in a way that was nine parts truth and one part falsehood, in order to hide the truly unknown information.

"So these clueless rabble have teamed up with the Nativity Church?"

Ryan's voice betrayed a look of utter disbelief.

Mian simply replied:

"To be precise, it was a one-sided targeting of me. I must have stolen something from them before, but for some reason I lost that memory, so I don't even know why they are targeting me, and I don't even know how to start negotiating."

Upon hearing this, Ryan remained silent for a moment, before finally letting out a sound of despair.

"Heavens above, I've only just been resurrected, am I not even fit to be a dog anymore...?"

"Don't be so pessimistic. You should know that I still have some trump cards up my sleeve."

Mian said this.

Ryan, however, continued to shout:

"You're at best a prophet possessing one or two secret treasures, while the Celestial Cult, the Celestial Cult..."

Ryan's voice trembled with a sob.

"...They include Ascended beings!"

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In a luxurious room on the seventeenth floor of the Donna Hotel, facing the street, a man dressed in black robes placed one hand on the glass door and window, while gazing at Luffy Park in the distance.

If Mian were here right now, he would be very surprised to see this person. Because this man's face is exactly like the sniper who shot him on the street four days ago.

However, even Mian would never know that after he handed the sniper over to the police, the sniper was killed during the transport and had no chance of appearing here again... unless his body had been stolen by someone else, unless his identity had been replaced by someone else.

And at this moment, this exceptional skin-changing expert appears here with only one purpose—

"I went to Luffy Park to test Mian."

Behind the skin-changing person came Mian's equally familiar voice.

It was Matt. He appeared like a ghost, suddenly appearing in this room where there was no one else except the Skinbreaker.

Dressed in the same gentlemanly attire as before, he plopped down on the luxurious leather sofa on the right side of the room, picked up a cigar from the table, lit it, and said to the man in disguise:

"He's now using the alias Wang He, selling sword crafts under the guise of fortune-telling at a fortune-telling stall in Luffy Park. I went there to test him, and I brought back a sword from there. After testing, sure enough, it had extraordinary marks on it."

Yi Pizhe nodded, his face still facing the floor-to-ceiling window with an expression of no surprise.

"Unsurprisingly, no matter how incompetent the bishop's group is, how could they possibly let a mere mortal sneak into the church and steal something important? What do you think of his abilities? Is there any chance of cooperating with him?"

Matt exhaled a smoke ring, crossed his left leg over his right, and said leisurely:

"Judging from the sword's forging craftsmanship, he must be a rather skilled 'smith.' Aside from that fortune-telling girl who's probably being manipulated, everyone around him seems to be an extraordinary individual. He definitely has an extremely powerful organization behind him, and he himself seems to harbor some kind of hatred towards the Celestial Cult. If left unchecked, it will undoubtedly have a significant negative impact on the Cult Leader's grand plan..."

"Wrong, Matt."

The man with the skin interrupted Matt, turning around and speaking to him very seriously.

"Our Lord is one of the very few who have ascended to immortality in the last hundred years; his schemes will not fail because of the interference of a mere insect. However..."

The person with the altered skin wore a smile that seemed to indicate they hadn't yet adapted to their muscles.

"The ascension banquet two weeks later was never part of His Holiness's plan. It was merely a scheme by the bishops and their usurpers."