Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"The leader of the Celestial Cult—nobody knows his name. All that's known is that he amassed his fortune through bootlegging during the Prohibition era of the last century, and before the edict banning all esoteric religions was enacted, he ascended to immortality amidst the relentless pursuit of countless rivals. He then disappeared for decades, and everyone assumed he no longer cared about worldly affairs, until decades ago when he returned with the Federation-recognized Celestial Cult, instantly destroying three lurking esoteric organizations in Freedom and seizing their territory. Do you know what it means to go against them?"

"The fried eggs at this shop are quite fragrant."

Mian chopped the fried egg on the plate with a knife, then forked a piece and put it in her mouth. Her eyes immediately lit up with golden light. She then turned to Ain, who was still clumsily using a knife and fork, and said:

"Ain, you should eat more. Eggs are good for children's growth; look how thin you've become."

"But the knight doesn't like to eat eggs..."

Ayn pouted, the knife and fork in her hands clashing together in protest.

"Knights should eat meat and drink wine."

"That's because you haven't seen a knight who eats eggs. In fact, most knights eat eggs."

Mian quickly devoured the fried egg on the plate, which didn't require much chewing with her front teeth, and then said in a teacher's tone:

"Not to mention the Silver Knights, Silver Knights should eat eggs."

"Hmm...really?"

"Of course it's true, I swear in the name of the lord."

Seeing her lord swear such an oath, Ain could only resist, pick up a small piece of fried egg and stuff it into her mouth, then close her eyes and strain to chew.

But just a moment later, a look of surprise bloomed on her little face.

"The eggs are so crispy and fragrant... completely different from the ones in the castle (mental hospital)."

The picky eater began to fiercely attack the egg, while Mian, watching from the side, showed a relieved expression.

The restaurant was filled with a friendly and harmonious atmosphere, and everyone was enjoying their delicious breakfast, except for one rather tactless fellow.

"Stop teasing the child!"

Ryan called out anxiously in Mian's consciousness space.

"Do you even realize how serious the situation is?"

"I know, but so what? Does that mean I can't live without eating breakfast?"

Mian replied in his mind space as he continued to enjoy the sausages left over from his breakfast.

"What I mean is, you should take advantage of this time and run! Run west, run to Jinshan City, run to a place where the nudists can't reach, instead of leisurely having breakfast here."

Ryan shouted righteously. But she was met with Mian's merciless response:

"That's impossible."

"Why? It was one thing that you couldn't escape alone before, but now that I'm helping you, the two of us working together can definitely do it. Besides, we're both entangled on the path of the 'Fisherman' and the 'Moth,' and with that newbie joining in, if we unleash the 'Moth's' magic together, even through the [outer wall], they won't be able to catch us."

"If it were the day before yesterday, I might have listened to you. But unfortunately, I've already been discovered by that Matt guy, and Lisa has been dragged into it too. If I just run away like this, she'll definitely be in trouble."

"That Matt is just one person. Since no one from the Nativity cult came to your door last night, it means we only have him to deal with. As for Lisa, she's just a mortal. Why bother with her... quack!"

Mian pulled out the dagger and flicked the hilt hard. In his consciousness space, Ryan immediately began to writhe in pain.

Ryan's pain completely subsided after Mian finished breakfast.

I hate you.

Ryan spat out three words through gritted teeth.

"Keep hating it."

Mian answered calmly.

Ryan was not trustworthy, and Mian had no intention of revealing her true intentions to her. The challenges Mian faced were never simply about escaping her pursuers.

As a time traveler, the original body, having lost some of its memories, still harbors too many secrets.

Why did the original owner of this body, who had absolutely no connection with religion before, get involved with the Celestial Cult? How did this mortal body manage to steal things from the Celestial Cult? And where are those stolen things now?

These questions are like landmines; Mian will not feel at ease until they are answered.

That's why Mian had to meet with the mysterious person who issued the protection commission and delve into the Celestial Church to understand the ins and outs of everything.

Moreover, through Ryan's narration, Mian realized some things that he couldn't have noticed before when he didn't understand the Celestial Church, which further solidified his thoughts.

The Celestial Cult is an incredibly powerful organization. However, when faced with Mian, a mere mortal thief, this organization neither dispatched superhuman assassins to hunt him down nor used its authority to make Mian's movements impossible.

All he did was post a million-follower wanted notice on the dark web, which is accessible to ordinary people, and give Matt, an extraordinary individual who clearly wasn't ordinary, the opportunity to "seek cooperation."

For such a powerful organization, this is neither efficient nor cost-effective, with only one advantage—it doesn't require them to invest too much manpower themselves.

All these signs combined undoubtedly indicate that the Naturist Church is now facing a crisis that will require the expending of the vast majority of its manpower.

In that case, the enemy that Mian actually faces may not be as powerful as he initially thought.

This means he can try to achieve a perfect ending where everyone is safe and sound.

Just as he was thinking this, the restaurant door was pushed open, and a burly man walked into the restaurant with his arm around the shoulder of a timid mixed-race youth, yawning, and plopped down in the seat next to Mian.

With red hair, a thick beard, and well-defined muscles, her movements exuded the efficiency of a retired veteran; the newcomer was none other than Shirley. The mixed-race youth was undoubtedly Leo.

Hey, bro.

Shirley waved to Mian, then was startled when she saw the dark circles under Mian's eyes and her gaunt face.

"Wow, bro. I know you stayed up late last night, but you look like you've aged several years. What else did you do besides stay up all night?"

Upon hearing this, Mian touched her cheek and indeed felt that her already thin face seemed even more withered. This was probably the price Ryan had mentioned for spending so much time inside the "outer wall."

However, Mian's mental state was so good that he didn't even notice the physical changes. This is something he needs to pay attention to in the future, but he didn't say anything now that would worry others.

"Going to learn a foreign language."

Mian took a sip of coffee and said succinctly.