Chapter 1489 - 483: I Just Don’t Believe It_2

Chapter 1489: Chapter 483: I Just Don’t Believe It_2

Jackal pulled out the map for a look, only then realizing that the two places were completely unrelated, but how could they both be connected to slanted angles?

"Because it’s on the Sacred Belt."

"Sacred Belt?"

"The Sacred Belt is a collective term for some southern states, where the religious flavor is strong, almost every household has a Bible, conservatism prevails. You can understand it as the basic base of Christianity here, and Atlanta is among them, being the core city of the southeastern United States. Many big names gather here; the Golden Wheel Dharma King used to operate here and opened an association. Now you understand?"

"Oh～～" *N

Next to him, Jackal hadn’t understood at all, as she was already lost in fantasies of founding the Cat Religion in Atlanta.

"So everyone there deserves to die, is that the idea? Can we kill them all?"

"Will we all be marked as enemies as soon as we land?"

"Isn’t that great! I’m going to unleash my fury!"

Ruzuo raised his axe high, ready and eager to pile up cultists’ heads for a signal tower.

When playing survival games before, he’d been chased all over the map by this bunch of idiots without being able to fight back, feeling utterly frustrated.

This time, he could settle new and old scores all at once, letting them know what it means not to talk of ghosts and gods!

All things are born to nourish people, yet people give nothing in return to heaven.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!

"Uh..."

Brother Ni stepped forward to press down Ruzuo’s hand.

"Our mission this time clearly requires stealth; it’s not suitable to be high-profile. Discussing wiping out families is better done after the mission is over."

"I simply cannot understand the thoughts of carbon-based life forms."

Cybercles grumbled in a muffled voice.

"Why are there so many idiots wasting time and energy on religion?"

"It’s normal for you not to understand. The West hasn’t experienced the Yellow Turban Rebellion or the Three Renunciations of Buddhism; Christianity’s transcendent position in their society is fundamentally at odds with your common sense, even to the point where the government cannot ignore the local churches."

New Dynasty Elegance slowly spoke.

"So you should understand there’s only two kinds of civilizations in the world: one is Tokyo University, and the other is the rest. Forcibly fitting in would only turn oneself into an ABC—neither white nor yellow, and unwelcome on both sides."

Brother Ni muttered.

"We have Christianity here too; I see church fathers giving out eggs every few days, and many old folks go collect them."

"Yes, they also say thank you foreign Bodhisattvas, right? You may hear them talk about God, but they probably haven’t even read a single page of the Bible; they can’t even distinguish whether God or Jesus is greater."

New Dynasty Elegance nodded, having seen this many more times than Brother Ni had.

"The Christianity at Tokyo University isn’t recognized by the Western Vatican; here, the reincarnation of a living Buddha requires the party’s permission, and Brother Ye spreading bread must submit reports to the neighborhood committee. So rest assured, in the Black Earth, the people are paramount—though all are called Christianity, in reality, they are no longer the same thing."

The hovercar gradually approached Georgia as everyone chatted.

Without military threat, flying from Cuba to Georgia in the hovercar didn’t take long, about a little over ten hours, comparable to a plane.

Constantly peering out the window at the scenery beyond the clouds, Jackal suddenly saw something, her pupils contracted sharply into a line, mechanical cat ears twitching as she exclaimed.

"Look, look, what are those meow?"

She pointed at a chain of colorful flags flapping in the wind on a distant seaside cliff, greatly surprised.

Jackal felt it was familiar but couldn’t put a name to it.

The others heard and also quickly moved to the window to look outside, the colorful prayer flags flapping in the sea breeze, looking quite beautiful.

"Hiss..."

Ruzuo furrowed his brows, striving to recall.

"I think I saw this in a movie, but can’t remember."

"These are colorful prayer flags."

New Dynasty Elegance’s eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure as he looked at the flags.

"This represents strong religious overtones. Mountain people don’t read, so they embroider scripture patterns on them. Esoteric Buddhism believes that whenever the flag flaps in the wind, it’s akin to chanting scripture once, which has the effect of praying, cultivating, and accumulating virtue."

Upon hearing this, Ruzuo immediately remembered.

"Oh right, right, that’s it. I saw it in the news; but wasn’t that on the Tibetan Plateau? How is it here too?"

Everyone was bewildered; how did things from Tokyo University end up here?

"Naturally, someone brought them over."

New Dynasty Elegance, staring at those flags, no longer had the lighthearted expression he did earlier, now showing a touch of disdain as he said.

"Aren’t you curious? Why haven’t those Europe and America folks been talking about East Manchuria or the Southwest region or Inner Mongolia for decades, always just focusing on the Tibetan Plateau, and it’s all the time movie lamas of Esoteric Buddhism appear."

Many things players had memories of, but they’d never thought in that direction; hearing this, it seemed indeed to be the case.

Brother Ni remembered a lot of movies he’d watched before and was suddenly enlightened.

"Ah! Right! Bulletproof Monk with Brother Fa! And 2012! Hey, wasn’t Strange studying stuff there?"

Upon deep reflection, it seems that Hollywood’s artistic works involving monks and Buddhism are often unrelated to Pure Land or Zen schools, their depictions typically closely tied to Esoteric Buddhism’s lamas. As for whether it’s Nepal or elsewhere, everyone knows what’s really up; it’s just inconvenient to mention.