Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"Hey, Moshi Moshi, are you still alive?"

Mian waved his hand in front of Ryan's face. It was at this moment that Ryan barely regained some of his senses from that impulse.

"It's alright, sir. I was just... a little too surprised."

Ryan patted his face, forcing a fawning smile, and got up from the ground.

She would never give up the idea of ​​possessing the person in front of her, but she still needed to figure out exactly how to do it step by step.

"Is it really such an incredible thing that I was able to get here?"

Mian raised an eyebrow, revealing a somewhat surprised expression.

Ryan rubbed his hands together and said:

"Using blood as material to reach the [outer wall], to a mere mortal like myself, your actions are nothing short of a miracle. Of course, that's not all that surprises me."

"Oh? What else?"

Ryan squinted and looked around before answering:

"You should know that everyone is born with a specific inclination towards the path of ascension. Those with the same inclination often arrive at the same place when they first pass through the [Outer Wall]. 'Claws' will appear in the [Fang Plains] or the [Gnawing Palace], while 'Fishermen' will first arrive at the [Shallow Sea]. And the [Clover Forest] where we are now is adjacent to the [Deep Well], which is usually the first place that transcendents on the 'Moth' path arrive at."

As Ryan spoke, he looked at Mian, tilted his head, and showed a puzzled expression.

"But normally, you should at least be a 'fisherman.' Even if 'fisherman' and 'moth' are corresponding paths, you'd at most be born at the border of the 'clover forest' and the 'shallow sea.' How could you possibly have come to this depths adjacent to the 'deep well'?"

"Couldn't I have come with you?"

Mian shrugged and said:

"I remember you yourself were resurrected from the [Deep Well]? Perhaps it was influenced by you?"

Ryan shook his head, tugged at his illusory clothes, and said:

"I am just a soul that escaped from the [Deep Well]. Before I could be possessed or taken over, I was just an existence attached to you, like a familiar. Just like I should have come into this world naked, but because you subconsciously thought I should wear clothes, this illusory dress came into being."

Hearing this, Mian couldn't help but cough twice. He looked down at his body, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his clothes were exactly the same as his appearance outside.

He was once again thankful that he didn't have any particularly unusual or niche fetishes. Otherwise, it would be a minor matter if the guy trying to possess him turned into a naked ape; if he were to become a naked man here as well, he probably would never be able to shake off that mysterious label for the rest of his life.

"Anyway, even if I, in this state, have some influence on you, it's negligible compared to the allure of your own path. So, it should be me being pulled by you to different places. However..."

Ryan grinned, revealing two fangs.

"But it doesn't really matter. Although most of the 'Fisherman's' spells require fulfilling conditions in the shallow sea, some also require coming to the deep well. Besides, I myself also possess some 'Moth' spells."

At this point, Ryan suddenly made a move, catching two moths that happened to be flying by with lightning speed, peeling off their membranes, and taking two steps forward to gently stick two of them onto Mian's pupils.

"The moths of the woodland are creatures born of confusion and die in confusion. They are symbols of the confusion in the [Outer Wall] world, yet they also spend their entire lives resisting it. Their wings can help us resist the chaos brought by the [Deep Well], although it itself can cause some hallucinations, but the adult and I are 'fishermen,' so we don't need to worry about this level of hallucination. Let's go, adult, and begin our exploration nearby."

Ryan raised his arms, looking eager to try.

Mian touched the moth wings covering his pupils, then widened his eyes. He could indeed see illusions of medium size, like ribbons floating in the air, but the confusion and disorientation caused by the overwhelming and incomprehensible information flooding his mind earlier had indeed lessened considerably.

It seems she didn't intend to harm me in this respect, at least not in this respect.

Mian pondered this and followed Ryan's footsteps.

At this moment, perhaps because he had finally regained his mobility, Ryan appeared quite lively and cheerful. He skipped and hopped barefoot through the woods, his movements agile and graceful.

It was at this moment that Mian noticed that Ryan left footprints and splashed up mud with each step he took, suggesting that he was not just a simple illusion.

So he asked:

"Speaking of which, in reality, you can only exist within my consciousness, but within the [outer wall], you seem to possess a physical form. Why is that?"

"Actually, you didn't actually step inside the [outer wall] yourself, did you?"

Ryan said with a smile:

"Humans can naturally access the outer wall through their spirit or soul. Although I am not particularly talented, I am a 'fisherman' who has sailed to the deep sea. My soul is so resilient that it will not be destroyed by the death of my body. It will only be trapped in the deep well forever because of the attraction of the deep well to all rootless things. Now, thanks to you, I can stroll outside the deep well and naturally, I can also briefly reveal my original appearance within the outer wall."

Upon hearing this, Mian seemed to be deep in thought.

"So, what you're saying is that humans can physically travel to the outer wall?"

"That's how it is in theory, but I've never actually seen it. As for the difference between physical entry and soul entry, I really don't know."

Mian silently noted this down, then estimated the travel time and asked:

"How much longer do we have to keep going?"

Ryan's pale toes touched the damp earth, and using that as a fulcrum, he turned around lightly, facing Mian, and opened his arms.

"This is it. We passed four giant trees, saw three strangely shaped moths, and walked another 27 steps. We have arrived at our destination, sir. Please allow me to give you a proper introduction."

As Ryan spoke in a song-like voice, Mian felt the humidity in the air suddenly increase. The world seemed to be responding to Ryan's actions, changing accordingly.

The earth suddenly caved in, and water droplets seeped from the soil, gathering into a clump and beginning to flow freely in the ditches. Gradually, it formed a small stream, from which countless butterfly-like insects emerged, only to sink back into the water under some unknown oblivion.

Welcome to Lost Creek.

Ryan grinned, revealing his teeth.