Chapter 1483 - 483: Oblique Sanctuary — Atlanta (Part 2)

Chapter 1483: Chapter 483: Oblique Sanctuary — Atlanta (Part 2)

"Oh～～"

Jackal on the side didn’t understand a word; she’d already sunk deep into her fantasy of founding a Cat God cult in Atlanta.

"So you mean everyone over there deserves to die, right? Can we just kill them all?"

"What if we touch down and our names all turn red?"

"Isn’t that perfect, I’m ready for a massacre!"

Ruzuo raised his axe high; he was already itching to stack up a mound of cultist heads.

Back when he played Escape, he got chased all over the map by these dumbasses and couldn’t fight back. That shit had been pent up for a long time.

This time he could finally settle old scores and new ones together, show them what "the child does not speak of gods and monsters" really means!

Heaven gives birth to all things to nourish Man; Man has not a single thing with which to repay Heaven.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!

"Uh..."

Brother Ni stepped up and pushed Ruzuo’s hand down.

"You can tell at a glance this mission needs stealth. We shouldn’t make a scene. Let’s save the ’wipe out their whole families’ discussion for after we’re done."

"I genuinely cannot comprehend carbon-based lifeform thinking."

Cybercles rumbled.

"Why are there so many idiots who go believe in religions, wasting time and energy?"

"You not getting it is normal. The West never went through the Yellow Turban Rebellion, never had the Three Persecutions of Buddhism. The transcendent status of Christianity in their society clashes hard with your basic common sense. Even the government can’t just ignore the local churches’ power."

New Dynasty Elegance said slowly.

"So you need to understand: in this world there are only two kinds of civilization—Tokyo University, and everything else. If you force yourself into theirs, you’ll just turn into one of those ABCs, neither properly white nor properly yellow, unwanted by both sides."

Brother Ni muttered.

"But we’ve got Christianity here too. I see the priests at the churches handing out eggs every few days, lots of old folks go line up for them."

"Right, and they call it ’thanks to the foreign bodhisattva’, yeah? Don’t be fooled by them mouthing off about God. In reality most of them haven’t read a single page of the Bible. They can’t even tell which one is bigger, God or Jesus."

New Dynasty Elegance nodded; he’d seen way more of that than Brother Ni had.

"Christianity at Tokyo University isn’t recognized by the Western Vatican mainstream. Here a living Buddha reincarnating needs Party approval, and if Brother Ye descends to hand out pancakes he has to file a report with the neighborhood committee. So rest easy—on this black soil, heaven is big, earth is big, but the people are biggest. They might all be called Christianity, but in practice they’re not the same thing at all."

The hovercar gradually approached Georgia as everyone chatted away.

With no military threat, the hovercar didn’t take long to fly from Cuba to Georgia—just over ten hours or so, barely slower than a plane.

Jackal, who’d been sprawled against the window watching the view beyond the clouds all this time, suddenly spotted something. Her pupils snapped into thin slits, her two mechanical cat ears twitched, and she yelped,

"Look look, what’s that, meow?"

She pointed at a string of multicolored flags fluttering in the wind along the sea-facing cliff in the distance, utterly astonished.

Jackal felt they looked familiar, but couldn’t put a name to them.

The others followed her gaze and crowded over to the window. The five-colored prayer flags rustled in the sea breeze, looking pretty damn striking.

"Tsk..."

Ruzuo frowned, trying hard to recall.

"I think I’ve seen this in a movie before, but I can’t remember the name."

"They’re five-colored prayer flags."

New Dynasty Elegance explained.

"They carry heavy religious meaning. People in the Tibetan Region don’t read, so scriptures are embroidered on them. Esoteric Buddhism believes that every time the wind makes the flags flap, it’s like chanting them once—bringing blessings, aiding practice, accumulating virtue."

Hearing this, Ruzuo immediately remembered.

"Right, right, that’s it. I saw it on the news. But isn’t that from the Tibetan Region? Why’s it here?"

Everyone was baffled. How did something from Tokyo University’s turf end up over here?

"Obviously someone brought it over."

New Dynasty Elegance looked at the prayer flags; his expression was no longer as relaxed as before, tinged with a bit of disgust.

"You guys really don’t find it weird? Why have those Europe and America types spent decades never harping on the Northeast, never harping on the southwest, never harping on Inner Mongolia—yet every single time they latch onto the Tibetan Region? And in their movies it’s always Esoteric Buddhist lamas showing up."

A lot of this the players already remembered, they’d just never thought about it from that angle. Hearing him lay it out, it did kind of add up.

Brother Ni especially recalled loads of old films he’d watched.

"Ah! Bulletproof Monk with Fat Gor! And 2012! Hey, wasn’t Strange Legend supposed to have learned his stuff there too?"

Thinking carefully, it really did seem like Hollywood’s artsy works about monks and Buddhism rarely had anything to do with Pure Land or Zen; visually they were always tightly linked to Esoteric lamas. As for whether it’s ’Nepal’ or whatever, everyone knows what that’s really about.

And even though Daoism is just as much part of Tokyo University culture, it’s Daoist culture that gets demonized all the time, while Esoteric Buddhism almost never gets demonized by Europe and America. That’s not normal.

Everyone stared at New Dynasty Elegance in surprise, listening to him lay it out.

"After the founding, our Party basically blew up every cult in the country, so of course we didn’t spare those lamas eating people in the Tibetan Region. Those dumbfucks even killed hundreds in some ritual trying to block JFK, but they failed. Before we wiped them out, that living Buddha escaped to the United States with a whole bunch of high-ranking lamas, and they’ve been rooted there ever since. You can see them in Utah and Atlanta. And besides them, there are all sorts of Maoshan black-arts guys, Northeast Five Immortals and such, but they didn’t hustle as well—they never made it into the upper echelons like the big monks did."