Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"Eh, the Guardian Sword?"

Lisa tilted her head, and her flaxen braid drooped over her shoulder, swaying like a small snake, expressing her confusion.

"Actually, it's not necessarily true. It might not be the Guardian Sword; it could be something else entirely."

Mian was about to grin when she suddenly remembered she was missing three front teeth, so she simply gave a slight smile and continued:

"Actually, my companions and I are planning a craft sale. But now we've run into a problem."

Mian shrugged, revealing a helpless expression.

"We're too late. Not only are all the stalls authorized to sell handicrafts already taken, but even the auction won't be held for another three days. That's just too late."

"So what you want—"

Lisa blinked and asked.

Mian responded by snapping his fingers:

"My idea is to do a joint marketing campaign and bundle sales. In other words, I want to collaborate with you to launch a brand new, more expensive divination package. The price can be set at 40 Eagle Dollars per minute for now. It is no different from a normal divination package. The only difference is that after the divination, the consumer can receive a carefully crafted sword that matches their destiny as a gift."

"A sword?"

"Something like this."

Mian took out the box from his clothes and took out the first dagger that had been forged last night.

At this moment, the dagger was completely different from its initial appearance last night.

At first, it was just a rough iron blank, but after Shirley's initial hammering and shaping, it now shimmers with an almost magical luster in the morning sunlight.

The dagger's shape is not what you usually see; its smooth curves resemble frozen moonlight, and the blade is not smooth but covered with an extremely complex and strangely beautiful etched texture.

Lisa felt that this was definitely not an industrial product from an assembly line. It exuded a unique charm that had been tempered by time and craftsmanship. Every line and every detail seemed to be telling a mysterious story.

Lisa gasped, her azure eyes widening instantly, filled with undisguised amazement and disbelief.

"My God...this is so beautiful, it's like...like a work by the master François!"

"François?"

"A famous blacksmith from the Old World, I am a fan of his."

Lisa murmured, her hand unconsciously reaching for the box, but stopping just before touching it, as if afraid of disturbing the work of art.

Mian watched Lisa's reaction with satisfaction.

The wonderful feeling of being able to control her own body while Shirley was pounding last night, along with the sudden surge of fragmented memories about the decorative art of ancient weapons in her mind, ultimately led to this result that far exceeded expectations.

He nodded and said with certainty:

"This quality of goods is entirely provided by me and my companions, and there's plenty of it to go around."

Mian, like a passionate orator, began to gesticulate wildly.

"Miss Lisa, imagine this: a young lady or gentleman who has just listened to your brilliant predictions about their future career or sweet revelations about a romantic encounter, is immersed in their dreams of a bright future. Then, you tell them that as a gift from fate, they can receive an extra souvenir—a unique, exquisite piece perfectly matching the divination results, imbued with the meaning of 'protection' or 'power'—like this dagger. Do you think they'd mind spending an extra 40 Eagle Dollars? They'd only feel it's the perfect enhancement to their divination experience, an absolute steal!"

Lisa was completely captivated by the scene Mian had described. Exquisite crafts, exorbitant prices, rare gifts wrapped in divination shells… it all sounded incredibly tempting.

She looked at the seemingly magical dagger in the box, then looked up at Mian, her initial doubts replaced by excitement and possibility.

"This...sounds really great. But,"

She licked her slightly dry lips and still raised her core concern.

"Mr. Wang, can this really make money? What about the costs, the time... And why did you choose me to work with? I'm just a nobody fortune teller."

Mian smiled, this time with an all-knowing confidence:

"You don't need to worry about cost or time at all, Miss Lisa. We have special channels and efficiency. As for why you?"

He pointed to Lisa's divination tent and then gestured to the well-dressed young men and women who were standing around watching.

"Look at your potential clients, and then look at those wealthy young men over there, loitering around, curious about the occult and with the spending power. Lisa, we're targeting the same group—the young, affluent people who crave novel experiences and are willing to pay for spiritual fulfillment and unique souvenirs."

He paused, then spoke with even greater sincerity and conviction.

"You possess a platform with an element of 'mystery' that attracts them, along with professional skills—these are your strengths. However, as newcomers, you lack sufficient authority and appeal to persuade customers to pay higher prices. We, on the other hand, have 'perfect souvenirs' that can instantly elevate their experience and make them willingly pay a premium, but we struggle to find legitimate and attractive sales channels for our target customers. Our collaboration is a true alliance of strengths, a synergy of complementary advantages."

Mian's words were like a key, unlocking the last lock of hesitation in Lisa's heart. She looked at the exquisite dagger in the box, imagining the scene when it appeared in the hands of those excited customers, and a light of approval and anticipation gradually appeared on her face.

However, a trace of unease still lingered in her eyes. She nervously twisted the hem of her witch's robe with both hands, her voice weak but clear, expressing her final moral concerns:

"Mr. Wang, I understand what you mean. This collaboration is indeed fantastic. But... I... I don't think I'm capable of lying."

She raised her head, her azure eyes looking directly at Mian with a hint of stubborn honesty.

"My grandmother taught me that divination is a bridge to communicate with fate, and it must be done with reverence. I cannot... I cannot deliberately deceive customers and insist that a certain sword or dagger is 'the choice of fate' if it does not actually match the astrological or tarot card interpretations I see. That... would make me uneasy."

Looking at the almost naive honesty in Lisa's eyes, Mian was not displeased at all; instead, she gave a smile of appreciation and understanding.

He gently closed the box, his tone gentle yet powerful.

"Lisa, you don't need to lie at all, nor do you need to violate your professional ethics."

"You just need to perform your divination sincerely as usual, interpreting the star trails or tarot revelations you see. Regarding the 'compatibility' between this 'object of destiny' and the divination results—"

Mian's smile held a hint of cunning wisdom.

"—Leave it all to us. We have ways of adapting it to every 'fate,' you just need to focus on what you're good at. Trust me."