Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"Where the hell am I?!"

A dome reaching to the sky, a solemn and orderly army, and a tall and majestic king sitting on a throne that seemed to be made of gold, his armor gleaming with a holy light, and the crystal ball in his hand reflecting the color of truth.

Seeing the scene before him, Ryan was stunned. It took him a long time to come to his senses and understand what had happened.

The thing she thought was a sacrifice did indeed seem to possess extremely powerful energy. However, this power had a clear source, so much so that the moment Ryan touched it, it led her here.

Someone is plotting against me!?

Ryan felt like crying but had no tears. She had made so many preparations, yet someone still managed to scheme against her.

Dude, if you don't want me to live, why don't you just burn the book? What are you trying to do by bringing my poor, weak, and innocent "fisherman's" soul here?

She desperately wanted to question the king on the throne, but the immense pressure emanating from somewhere rendered her immobile and speechless.

She even sensed that her soul was slowly disintegrating in this space—she was a "fisherman" who had traveled all the way to the Deep Sea from the subspace, and even death could not destroy her soul!

Having finally been resurrected, only to encounter such a situation, Ryan almost burst into tears.

At that moment, the king, who was sitting on the golden throne, suddenly turned his noble head heavily and cast his gaze toward Ryan.

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"Stop, stop, stop! That's not how I planned it! You were supposed to first awaken my soul as a power-hungry rookie, then let me receive the offerings you painstakingly prepared to regain my strength, and finally seize your body and merge with you. Why did you bring me directly to this godforsaken place? That's not how I planned it!"

"There's something calling in your head... Can you hear it, Leo?"

Mian, with a dark expression, turned to Leo, who was standing to the side, and asked.

The mixed-race youth was busy cleaning up the room, which was now a mess from the ceremony. Faced with Mian's question, he looked up, bewildered, and said:

"No, no. Just that one sound I heard earlier, 'I'm back,' and then nothing."

Mian slapped his head, feeling a bit of a headache. Ever since that loud "I'm back" echoed in his mind, all his delusions had vanished, leaving only the mess in the room and the ghostly scream reverberating in Mian's head.

Hey, system, did I release something I shouldn't have?

Mian waved the shard of mirror in his hand, trying to get some answers from it. But unfortunately, this cheat code, which never offered any after-sales service, started playing dead again.

There was no other way but to think of a solution myself.

If something had actually entered my mind after that ritual, how should I communicate with it? Mian's mind conjured up scenes from various novels and methods of religious practice.

How about trying meditation?

"Leo, it feels like something's crawled into my head. I'm trying to meditate and talk to it. If things don't look right, wake me up quickly."

"Oh, oh, yes, sir!"

Seeing that Leo made his promise without hesitation, Mian knew he was a serious guy and would never overlook any clue. She finally felt a little relieved, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes.

How do you meditate? Oh, right, first you need to find a comfortable position, then calm your mind, clear your head, and don't think about anything, don't think about anything...

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Mian felt his will was undergoing some kind of dissociation, as if his soul was about to detach from his body and ascend into the sky. He seemed to see a crack, like both a door and a key, opening before him, and he was about to reach his finger into it…

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die... Waaah..."

A resentful, aggrieved cry rang out, and everything Mian had painstakingly built vanished in an instant. The approaching door ultimately disappeared into the endless night sky as her soul plummeted.

"Damn it, Tom, shut up!"

Mian felt that her good temper had been completely worn down by this wailing, and she couldn't help but curse out loud.

However, it was precisely after uttering this angry curse that Mian suddenly felt as if he had entered a strange space.

There was only one thing in the space—a vast expanse of pure blackness that stretched as far as the eye could see. Apart from the floor beneath their feet, which was tangible because of Mian's presence, there was only one other thing in the space.

A "woman" whose body was wrapped in silk threads, as if she were encased in a cocoon, and whose gender could only be vaguely discerned by her long, loose purple hair and the undulations of her body.

At this moment, she was hugging her legs, burying her head between them, and emitting trembling sounds of fear.

"Please don't kill me, I beg you! I'll never think about possessing another body again. I'll stay in the well and be a good ghost, sob sob..."

That familiar, annoying nagging—that's it, this person must be the one who keeps going on and on in their head.

Mian was both scared and angry at the voice in her head. She was afraid that it would have some uncontrollable effect on her brain, but she also thought that if she had the chance, she would definitely beat this thing up.

But at this moment, in this mysterious space, after seeing this thing for the first time, both of these emotions seemed to vanish instantly.

All that comes to mind is a strong urge to complain.

Wait, whose female ghost looks like a bullied little wife?

"Uh, friend, who exactly are you?"

Mian forcibly suppressed her urge to complain, letting her cautious nature take over again, and spoke to the "female ghost" in as calm a tone as possible.

"Who am I? Huh?"

The "female ghost" suddenly raised her head. Her face was completely wrapped in white silk threads, making it impossible to see any features. But for some reason, Mian could clearly feel that this person was looking at him with great surprise.

"Huh? Huh! Huh—"

The "female ghost" grabbed her hair and made an incredulous sound.

"Where is His Majesty the King? Where is the palace? Where is the army? And where is this place? And who are you?"

"I should be asking you that."

Mian said:

"I just performed a ritual, and you started screaming and yelling in my head. So you're the owner of that magic book? You're trying to possess me this way?"

The pure black space was violently distorted by these words, and for some reason it became entangled around Mian, transforming into a jet-black cloak that bestowed upon him an unprecedented pressure.

The "female ghost" stared blankly at all of this, then murmured in sudden realization.

"Ah, so you are the master after all. This is your body."