Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

When Lisa saw this card, a smile returned to her face, and she said:

"The Tower card in its upright position indicates the direction you will be heading. An irreversible upheaval is imminent; the towering tower will inevitably collapse, and all old rules may be overturned. What you need to do is not to cling to the old ways, but to actively embrace this change. The day the tower collapses will be the day you are liberated."

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clap clap clap!

In ten minutes, Matt tried various methods and approaches to divination. As Lisa finished her final reading, Matt applauded.

"Madam, may I kiss the back of your hand? I confess that before stepping into this tent I had some disrespectful thoughts about your skill. But now I am completely captivated by you. Your performance just now makes me feel that you could easily be a Hollywood superstar adored by millions."

"You... flatter me."

After the divination session ended, Lisa reverted to her shy, girlish self. Faced with Matt's sudden enthusiasm, she felt completely overwhelmed.

Normally it would be Mian's turn to appear, and now it is even more so.

"Mr. Matt, you have completed the divination. Now we can move on to the next step, which is the part you've been most looking forward to: choosing the Sword of Destiny."

"I'm so late, surely I can't have picked out only what others have left over?"

Matt said it in a rather sarcastic tone. Mian, however, replied calmly:

"No matter how many guests come, we are confident in providing the best service."

Mian pulled back the curtain separating the tents and gestured for Matt to enter. Matt didn't refuse; he simply stood up from his chair and walked into the back of the tent.

Lisa hurriedly got up, and just as she was about to follow, Mian reached out and stopped her.

"This guest is a bit troublesome; I'll handle him."

Mian whispered to Lisa:

"You must be tired too, go and rest for a bit. Shirley should have some water or something prepared."

Lisa looked at Mian, the man who could be considered her benefactor, and her doubts were visibly written on her face.

That's understandable, since she was just an ordinary fortune teller and didn't know what Mian had been through. In her opinion, she might be overstepping her bounds.

Fortunately, she was ultimately a gentle child. After giving Mian a worried look, Lisa pulled back the front curtain and stepped out of the tent. What followed was a private scene between Mian and Matt, the uninvited guest.

With a resolute air, Mian turned and walked backstage.

"Let me proudly introduce to you our carefully prepared divination gifts—each a unique sword of destiny, all handcrafted."

Mian pulled down the cloth covering the sword rack again—a little trick he used to add mystery, but Mian knew that in front of this person, this trick was probably as meaningless as the previous divination.

"You can choose any one of them, or I can carefully select a sword of destiny for you based on your future fate. Of course, that will cost an extra 100 Eagle Dollars."

Without hesitation, Matt pulled a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and tossed it to Mian.

Mi An took it, mimicking Wang Yuanli's greedy and mercenary demeanor, dusted off the hundred-yuan bill, and carefully put it into his pocket.

"I'll make a recommendation for you right away."

Mian grinned, but was incredibly nervous inside. He still couldn't figure out what this person in front of him was here for, so he could only try to use this opportunity to test him.

With Shirley as his top-notch support, even though the business direction changed in a very short time, he still managed to create swords that corresponded to various tarot card prophecies and was able to provide a continuous supply of supplies.

This gave Mian the perfect opportunity to make the most of it.

The devil is too direct, and the magician is too subtle, so there are only two ways to test his intentions.

Mian picked up two swords. One was the one with star patterns that had been chosen when the first guest arrived, and the other was the sword that Sherry had added later, symbolizing the destruction of the tower.

The latter possesses a rather unusual form. The blade is not of a traditional design, but rather presents a spiral that tapers from the hilt to the tip, resembling an unshakeable tower. The blade's dark color resembles the walls of a tower, and it is adorned with various patterns that look like the tower's entrances.

For safety, the sword tip is flat-headed, but when applied to the entire sword, it resembles the top of a tower, providing a place for one to stand and reach towards the heavens.

Mian, of course, knew nothing about tarot card divination; he was just making things up based on what Lisa had said earlier:

"I recommend these two swords to you: the Sword of Stars represents your present, while the Sword of the Tower represents your future. Which one you choose is entirely up to you. It depends on whether you wish to continue following the guidance of the celestial bodies, or..."

Mian emphasized the syllable.

"You want to smash the tower and shatter everything from the past."

Mian looked at Matt, and Matt looked back at Mian; neither of them spoke. Then applause broke the silence of the tent again. Mian suddenly felt a ripple spread through the surrounding space, as if something had suddenly enveloped the area.

"Not many people can recognize me at a glance, Mr. Mian. It's a pity, if you were a young girl, I would also like to kiss the back of your hand."

Matt clapped his hands and laughed. Mian, on the other hand, gripped the sword tightly in his hand.

He asked cautiously:

"So you really are a member of the Naturist Church, and you're here to kill me?"

"No, quite the opposite, my comrade. I admire everything you have done, so I am not here to harm you, but to help you."

Matt said:

"Of course, before coming here, I still had some doubts about your abilities. After all, in my original intelligence, you were just a mortal who hadn't embarked on the path of cultivation, but now it seems that my intelligence was far behind the times. It seems that you are not only a highly skilled 'smith,' but also possess subordinates completely outside the control of the Celestial Cult. I initially harbored some hostility towards you, but now I apologize."

Matt looked at the sword in Mian's hand, and for the first time, a respectful expression appeared on his face.

Mian was taken aback by his words at first, but then quickly realized what he meant. Although he hadn't forged these swords himself, the "tricks" he had used during the selection of the Sword of Destiny had obviously been discovered by the man before him and mistaken for the methods of a "smith".

Before knowing the other party's background, Mian naturally wouldn't reveal this matter. However, she kept it in mind and probed again with a cold face:

"So what exactly did you come here for? You want to help me, but how exactly will you help me?"

Matt grinned, then reached out and took the Tower Sword from Mian's left hand. Looking at the strangely shaped sword, he blew on it and said calmly:

"I am here for only one thing: to form an alliance with you to destroy this celestial tower."