Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Mian opened his eyes, and the pure black space of consciousness he had just been in vanished instantly, and the cheap hotel room reappeared before his eyes.

Leo was still cleaning the room when he saw Mian awaken, and he looked very surprised.

"Sir, you woke up so quickly! It hasn't even been five minutes! Did something happen to you?"

还没5分钟吗……米安看了看放在旁边的手机，他闭上眼睛时显示10:20，现在已经到了10:25。

It was surprising that only a short time had passed; he felt that his conversation with Ryan had lasted for more than fifteen minutes.

"Unsurprisingly, I've resolved the matter successfully."

Mian tapped his head and said:

"Also, Mr. Leo, you don't have to call me 'Sir'. As I said before, I don't have any special status. Ain calls me that because she has a mental illness, and I can't argue with her. You can just call me Mian."

"Oh, how can you...?"

Upon hearing this, Leo's face showed a hint of shock, but soon, an unknown force suppressed this shock, causing him to shake his head vigorously.

"No, no, I shouldn't have questioned you..."

Leo nodded with a hint of fervor.

"I understand, Mr. Mian, I will address you that way from now on."

Seeing Leo's state, Mian realized how far he still had to go to clarify the truth. Just then, a rather lively voice entered his mind.

"So your name is Mian, Lord Mian!"

The owner of the voice was none other than Ryan, who had just bowed to Mian.

After Mian met her in the consciousness space and chose not to bind her, this newly resurrected soul could directly perceive the world through Mian's senses.

Mian could sense her restlessness; clearly, this girl was the type who would do anything to live for herself.

However, for Mian, it is precisely this type that makes it easier to exploit them.

"Alright, stop rambling and hurry up and teach me the spells you wrote in this book."

Mian urged impatiently in his mind.

Ryan replied with a touch of coquettishness:

"Don't rush, sir. Before I can teach you, I need to know what you've mastered and what you haven't. The 'Fisherman' path emphasizes gradual progress, unlike the other paths to ascension where you can just rely on talent and do whatever you want."

She paused for a moment before continuing to ask:

Have you seen the Hunter?

"no."

"Have you knocked on the door of the worm?"

"no."

"What about Shallow Sea? You've been to Shallow Sea before, haven't you?"

"No, not at all."

After a series of questions and answers, Mian could only say "no," and even though he was thick-skinned, he felt his cheeks getting hot.

"I see. You haven't even been to the Warp, have you?"

"If by subspace you mean the [outer walls], then yes, that's correct."

The incessant voice in his head fell silent. Nearly a minute passed before Ryan, after much mental preparation, finally spoke again:

"You've cultivated to your current level entirely within the mortal world?"

"That's about right. My teacher has a special method that allowed me to master some extraordinary skills before I embarked on the path to ascension."

Based on what Ryan had said earlier, Mian made up a teacher out of thin air. He had a strange talent: when it came to actually lying, he could remain completely calm and composed.

"My teacher told me not to recklessly step into that dangerous place, and that I should first cultivate a strong enough mind in the present world... That was my original plan, but unfortunately he didn't live long enough to teach me the next step."

Mian paused for a moment, then warned:

"I'm not that familiar with the [outer wall], but I have plenty of ways to manipulate you. If you want to pull any tricks, rest assured, mutual destruction will be the best you can achieve."

"My lord, rest assured, I am a fisherman. I would never cast my line without absolute certainty. How could I betray you?"

"If that's the case, then that's good."

Mian's expression remained normal.

"Then let's get started quickly."

"Okay, okay!"

Ryan responded enthusiastically in his mind:

"As you know, most of the spells circulating today originate from what you call the 'Outer Wall.' Only by visiting the location corresponding to the 'Outer Wall' or fulfilling certain special conditions within the 'Outer Wall' can one use the corresponding spell in reality."

At this point, as if worried that Mian might overthink things, Ryan paused deliberately, giving Mian time to consider, before continuing:

"You're eager to increase your combat power. As for language, I can teach you spells directly, or even just tell you a sentence and you do a part. But as for the qualification to cast spells, there's no way to solve that without personally going to the [Outer Wall]."

"So now I'm going to the [outer wall]?"

Mian's voice was calm and composed; he had anticipated this situation and was even somewhat impatient for it.

he asked:

What do we need to prepare?

"Entering the [Outer Wall] has a significant hurdle, and each method is different. The method my teacher taught me requires some special materials, which are then made into incense. Falling asleep under the hypnotic influence of this incense will give you a certain chance of entering the [Outer Wall]. Many of the ingredients can only be collected within the [Outer Wall]. The fact that you were able to summon me means your teacher must have left you some reserves, but I think it's probably not enough. So, if possible, you could go to the black market for superhumans..."

"No, that would be too slow."

Mian said decisively. There were only four days left until he met the mysterious protector at the concert, and he needed to give Matt an explanation tomorrow. He only had tonight to use.

"But... if there aren't materials strong enough..."

"What strength of material is needed to make this kind of incense? Is this enough?"

Mian turned her gaze to the table. At this moment, the mess caused by the ritual had been mostly cleaned up by Leo.

Only two things were displayed on it: one was the precious magic book that originally belonged to Ryan, and the other was the first dagger that Sherry had crafted.

Mian gripped the dagger, and the images that had appeared on the shards of the mirror in her mind resurfaced.

...As the supreme king of the Kingdom of Haris, you only need to shed a little blood to pay the entire price...the entire price.

Mian cut her finger with the tip of the dagger. In the dim light of the cheap hotel, drops of blood quickly welled up from the wound, trembling gently on her fingertip like a translucent gem or the tears of an angel.