Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"On the outer wall, reaching a location does not rely on our usual sense of direction and geographical memory, because the space here is not only constantly changing, but also infinitely vast and grand, and may even be misled by various things."

Looking at the suddenly appearing stream, Ryan held up two fingers next to his cheek and explained:

"However, correspondingly, we do not set foot here with our physical bodies. Our minds are often disjointed, incoherent, and one-sided. What we need to do is to adapt to this one-sidedness, to memorize a certain area of ​​the [outer wall] through a certain unique behavior, and by repeating this behavior, we can cross thousands of miles to reach our goal."

"That's amazing."

Looking at the stream where butterflies fluttered and disappeared, Mian uttered this sentiment.

"But what are we doing here? How is this place any different from other places?"

"My lord, you don't understand."

Ryan wore a smug expression.

"Theoretically, this place is on the same level as the woodland we were just in, not quite reaching the level of a [Deep Well]. But this is a stream, while the previous area was woodland, which is enough for us to get here."

Ryan, hands on his hips, said:

"Remember, we're called 'Fishermen.' This name isn't just random; it's a collection of experiences gained through the countless sacrifices of our ancestors. Fishermen need water to catch fish. So, to establish a connection with 'Fisherman's' magic, you usually need to choose a place related to water. And this Lost Stream is exactly the location that our teacher and I discovered we can use to acquire 'Fisherman's' magic."

Ryan's green eyes swept across the stream, his voice slow and soft.

"Here we can gain access to two spells. One is the Clear Eye Technique, which temporarily enhances the ability to see through illusions, and the Bubble Substitute, which briefly creates an illusion of the caster. This illusion is about 80-90% similar to the caster's aura, but its appearance is just a blurry phantom, and it can be easily shattered."

It's not very useful... I still need more direct combat capabilities.

Mian thought this to herself, but still said:

"Then what am I supposed to do with these spells?"

"The Bubble Substitute requires you to try drinking the waters of the Lost Stream, which is somewhat dangerous. Due to the influence of the Clover Forest and the Deep Well, drinking the water will create numerous illusions that will place a tremendous burden on your mind, enough to completely shatter a mortal's sanity. Therefore, I suggest you first master the Clear Eye Technique, a simple spell that you can cast directly here once you've mastered it. Then, rely on the illusion resistance increased by the Clear Eye Technique to drink the water."

Mian marveled at the very clear plan.

"You and your teacher are truly geniuses to have figured out this trick."

"It's not our talent, but the bloody lessons of countless predecessors."

Ryan spoke softly, as if carrying an unprecedented sadness. But soon, her tone became cheerful again.

"Sir, what are you planning to do?"

"Let's do as you say."

Mian said calmly:

What actions are required to master the Clear Eye Technique?

"You just need to wade across the stream of confusion. Although there may be some illusions, with your talent, it shouldn't be a problem. Of course, be careful, the stream is not as shallow as it looks. If you accidentally fall or even sink into the stream, it will still cause considerable damage to your mind."

Ryan offered meticulous reminders like a thoughtful secretary. Mian simply nodded, then took off her coat, shoes, and socks, tossing them onto a relatively dry rock by the stream.

Even if it's just a spiritual form, even if it's just clothes that don't actually exist, Mian doesn't want to settle for less.

Following Ryan's directions, Mian found what appeared to be the shortest and shallowest stream. After giving himself a pep talk, he carefully stepped into it.

At the same time, Ryan felt a surge of ecstasy.

He's fallen for it! He's fallen for it!

Ryan almost wanted to give his left and right hands a big high five.

As the saying goes, a lie that is never exposed is always nine parts truth and one part falsehood.

Before this, Ryan had been trying her best to play the role of an honest mentor. Everything she said was true. Whether it was the types of spells that could be obtained or the precautions to take when acquiring spells, it was exactly what Ryan's teacher had said when teaching her.

However, there are some things that don't need to be said between two people in a master-disciple relationship.

After all, a teacher wouldn't easily harm a student they've painstakingly found to inherit their mantle. And a student wouldn't be so short-sighted as to betray their teacher before acquiring all the knowledge of ascension.

Therefore, when teaching this lesson, Ryan's teacher would not mention that, in addition to causing hallucinations, the waters of the Lost Stream have another side effect—it disrupts the connection between the person involved and the outside world.

What was once a clear perception will become blurred, and what was once a solid contract will be shaken.

No matter what tricks this man named Mian had up his sleeve, he would have been completely unable to sense Ryan's subtle movements as he waded into the stream.

If Ryan were to follow him at this moment, ambush him, and immerse his head in the stream, the Lost Stream would help Ryan destroy the man's sanity, turning him into a puppet that could answer any question and be manipulated at will for a short period of time.

At this point, Ryan could take advantage of the situation and seize his body.

Hehehe, Lord Mi An! This is the method of possession I designed for you!

Ryan's green eyes darted around as she watched Mian walk to the middle of the stream, her body already half submerged in the water.

Alright, this is the perfect opportunity. At this moment, not only is the interference at its strongest, but he also cannot return to the ground quickly no matter what.

Ryan Ford, go for it! Now is your time to turn the tables! Take over the Prophet's body, return to the human world, and let those who harmed you experience what true terror is!

Ryan waded into the water. She had more experience and more refined skills. Her movements were as fast as a fish and as light as a falling leaf. In this way, she approached Mian almost without making a splash, while Mian was still struggling and completely unaware.

This is the time!

Ryan aimed at the slow-witted man's back and pounced on him. She had her plan in mind; she would use the impact to completely submerge him in the water.

One meter, half a meter, twenty centimeters, five centimeters! This is the moment of reversal!

Ryan's outstretched hand was only inches away from Mian's, but at that moment, the sluggish back, as hard as a tortoise shell, suddenly disappeared from Ryan's sight, leaving only the crystal-clear stream.

Then, before Ryan could react, a large hand pressed down on her head and pulled it into the stream.