The car is too heavy... What kind of reason is that... Sitting in the back seat, Long Yuehong bent down to pick up the pistol he had dropped earlier due to the cold and pain, and repeated Zhan Nagar's answer in his mind with a blank expression.
Is there any necessary connection between the weight of the car and what kind of car to drive?
People drive the car, not the car rides the people.
While Long Yuehong's thoughts were racing, the gray-robed monk Zhan Nagar had already sped away on the black motorcycle. Bai Chen had no choice but to step on the accelerator and keep the car close behind.
Jiang Baimian, in the passenger seat, looked at Zhan Nagar's back and turned her thoughts without concealment, nor could she conceal them:
How to crack the ability of "telepathy"? If everything is known in advance, there is no chance of winning at all... Can't sacrifice myself and become a "mindless one", relying on instinct to win? Not to mention whether it has reached this point, even if I wanted to, "mindless disease" is not something you can get just by saying it... In this regard, he is obviously stronger than the mechanical monk Jingfa, and can hear our thoughts more clearly at a greater distance...
"Telepathy" should belong to him personally. The ability that makes us all feel pain probably comes from the prayer beads in his hand, so he can use it at the same time...
Manipulating matter is a basic ability, and it doesn't seem to contradict "telepathy"... Hmm, when he took the stone slab to block the current, the stinging pain on my body still existed, but it was significantly relieved... It seems that it still has some influence...
"Telepathy" in the Bodhi domain, the corresponding price is related to mental state, changes in desire, and sensory conditions, and may also be the inability to lie...
He answered so many questions just now, suspectedly the latter, but this may be the precepts of their sect, just like the monastic order... His senses currently seem to be fine, and there is no manifestation of increased lust, so there is no way to speculate what the price is for the time being... Alas, I only hope that he doesn't have a personality split, otherwise, he is the compassionate Zhan Nagar now, and maybe he will switch to the cruel and dark Zhan Nagar later...
Jiang Baimian knew that her "thoughts" were likely to be heard by Zhan Nagar, but she believed that these were all insignificant words, reactions that every normal human being in the current situation would have, and at most she just knew more about the situation of awakened ones and had contact with the mechanical monk Jingfa, which should not touch Zhan Nagar's reverse scale, nor would it expose the "Old Task Force's" countermeasures—their escape plan does not exist at all, how can something that doesn't exist be exposed?
After glancing at the deep black motorcycle turning into other streets in front, Jiang Baimian turned to look at Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong in the back row.
She was both amused and surprised to find that Shang Jianyao's expression was sometimes serious, sometimes cheerful, sometimes heavy, and sometimes relaxed, just like wearing a kaleidoscope mask.
"What are you, thinking about?" Jiang Baimian asked, carefully considering her words.
She was not worried that her question would lead to the leakage of Shang Jianyao's planned escape plan, because in the face of "telepathy," it couldn't be concealed at all.
Shang Jianyao's expression returned to normal, and he nodded slightly:
"Each of us is drafting our own escape plan, but we don't vote to decide which one to use in the end.
"Even if he hears our discussion, he can't prepare defenses against every plan. When the time comes, we will vote depending on the situation, and take action immediately after a decision is made.
"In this way, he will only know a few seconds or ten seconds in advance, and will not be able to respond fully.
"The code name we gave this method is: 'Sudden Thunder'.”
Theoretically feasible... Long Yuehong listened in a daze, and felt that Shang Jianyao's plan was quite good.
Jiang Baimian frowned slightly and said:
"The problem is that you, uh, you can't fully prepare for every plan before the voting is completed."
That's equivalent to air-to-air combat.
Shang Jianyao admitted frankly:
"That's the biggest difficulty with this method."
Then, he added:
"I have another way, which is to keep thinking so he's always listening.
"We can think about things all day long, and he definitely can't maintain 'telepathy' all day long."
Even if an awakened one at the "Mind Corridor" level is far superior to Shang Jianyao's "Sea of Origin," his abilities must be limited.
As soon as Shang Jianyao finished speaking, a voice rang in Long Yuehong's heart, a peaceful and indifferent voice:
"That's true, but you don't know when I'm using 'telepathy' and when I'm not."
This... is this Zhan Nagar's voice? No, my ears didn't hear it, it's like it popped out directly in my brain... Long Yuehong's pupils dilated, extremely surprised.
He turned his gaze to Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Bai Chen, trying to determine from their reactions whether he was hallucinating or fantasizing.
The next second, Jiang Baimian looked around and sighed:
"His 'telepathy' has reached the point where it can be used in reverse..."
Zhan Nagar's "telepathy" can not only hear the "thoughts" of the four members of the "Old Task Force", but also allow them to hear Zhan Nagar's "thoughts" in reverse.
This is close to the "consciousness communication" experiment that they wanted to do before the destruction of the Old World... Jiang Baimian retracted her gaze and thought of some of the information she had read in the past.
Long Yuehong was a little more pessimistic about whether he could escape Zhan Nagar's custody in advance:
Although Zhan Nagar couldn't use "telepathy" all the time, the "Old Task Force" had no idea when he was "listening" and when he was not, so they couldn't be sure whether he knew about their planned escape plan in advance.
What's even more frightening is that Zhan Nagar could completely pretend not to "hear," coldly watching the "Old Task Force" plot, extracting all their secrets, and then easily destroying their hopes.
The current situation, the current sense of oppression, made Long Yuehong truly realize the horror of an awakened one at the "Mind Corridor" level.
This is not something that the Dimarco, who was in poor condition and had obvious defects, or the "Higher Mindless One" could compare to.
At the same time, Long Yuehong also deeply realized that:
In the field of awakened ones, the first move is very important!
The reason why the "Old Task Force" was able to kill Dimarco and crack the "virtual world" before was largely because they were hidden in the dark, relying on intelligence, and seized the first move.
And Zhan Nagar, with the two abilities of "foresight" and "telepathy," is simply synonymous with the first move.
Inside the dark green off-road vehicle, silence occupied the mainstream, and Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and others did not speak for a long time.
Zhan Nagar, wearing a gray robe, rode a deep black motorcycle, shuttling through the streets and alleys, leading the "Old Task Force" to the easternmost part of the Red Giants Zone.
As they were about to leave the city, a temple appeared in front of Jiang Baimian and the others.
It was seven stories high, with an earthy yellow base and blue accents.
It had both Red River-style different pillars and large windows, and Gray Soil-style statues of various Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Ming Kings.
These statues were located on the outer edge of the top five floors, as if watching over the ten directions of the world.
"Almost there." Zhan Nagar's voice sounded in the hearts of Long Yuehong, Bai Chen, and others again.
Having arrived here, Jiang Baimian could deduce with her toes that she and the others would be held in this strange temple next.
"'Crystal Consciousness Sect'?" She guessed thoughtfully based on the architectural style.
Her voice was not loud, but she knew that Zhan Nagar could definitely hear it.
Zhan Nagar slowed down the motorcycle:
"Yes."
Jiang Baimian couldn't think of a way to escape for a while, so she could only say casually:
"Master Zhan, we still have a lot of items at our place of residence. We can't go back for ten days. What if they get lost?
"Also, we are preparing to buy a solar charging panel for the original vehicle. If the unrest still happens after ten days, we may not have the corresponding opportunity. At that time, we will be trapped in the city and unable to go to the wasteland for refuge.
"Master Zhan, I wonder if you can accompany us back first to get these things done?
"If that's not possible, you can send a few novice monks to run once. I'll give you the address and the key."
Zhan Nagar glanced at the increasingly close temple and said in a peaceful tone:
"Okay, give me the address and the key later."
Jiang Baimian's heart moved when she heard this, and she immediately nodded and said:
"Thank you, Master Zhan. By the way, Master Zhan, we went out today to save a companion who is trapped in his enemy's house and can't find a chance to escape.
"Master Zhan, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. You shouldn't have the heart to see him lose his life because of your prophecy, right?
"How about this, you accompany us to the place where he is trapped, observe our actions, prevent us from escaping, don't worry, we ourselves don't like to use force, we will definitely use words to solve things that can be solved with words, and will not cause unrest because of this. If you are really worried, you can personally help us save people. I have no objection, and even express my gratitude."
Hearing these words from the team leader, four words flashed in Long Yuehong's mind instantly:
Eloquent.
If it were someone else, Long Yuehong felt that the team leader's remarks would definitely not have any effect, but judging from the various performances just now, Zhan Nagar might really be a compassionate monk.
Zhan Nagar, wearing a gray monk robe, stopped the deep black motorcycle, got off, and looked towards the dark green off-road vehicle following behind.
Bai Chen stepped on the brakes.
Jiang Baimian calmly endured Zhan Nagar's gaze, because she really hadn't thought about escaping by picking up "Garibaldi."
After several seconds, Zhan Nagar raised his left palm:
"Namo Anuttara-Samyak-Sambodhi, this poor monk will accompany you on a trip."
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