Chapter 1201 Friendly Adil
There is more than just one tantra that records secret knowledge.
The "secret" in "secret sutra" means "esoteric Buddhist knowledge"; and the root word "sutra" here means connection, continuity, and continuation.
——This is a free translation from the countries of Hellas.
If it is directly translated into the language of the Horus Empire, the birthplace of the Dream Monks, its original meaning is actually a fusion of "propaganda" and "rescue", which means to rescue some lost knowledge and publicize it.
Therefore, the tantric books themselves are meant to be handed down to different nationalities and cultures, and naturally they are written in different languages.
Precisely because what is hidden in it is not words, but the condensed, activated, and personal "secret" itself, there can only be one tantra in one language.
Although Aiwass destroyed the Avalonian version of the Shepherd's Tantra, the Shepherd's tradition must still be found elsewhere.
For example, here.
"No wonder……"
Aiwas looked at the good master Adil sitting in the sedan chair from afar, as if he was in a shrine, and suddenly understood a lot of things.
It is precisely because Adil has a shepherd heritage that he can perform such a compassionate act - he provides the residents with water and food free of charge, which are the "flesh and blood" he raises.
Now that Aiwas had come to Paradise City in person, he knew that the slaves also had water to drink. They were only forbidden from eating, but not from drinking.
The Parthians worshipped water, so the water they drank was free of pigments, meaning that slaves could also get free drinking water.
Providing a water supply of this scale to the city undoubtedly required a large number of sacrifices. Whether recruiting people directly from the slaves in the city or purchasing slaves from outside the city for sacrifice, a huge loss of wealth would occur.
It can be said that it is impossible for Adil to get rich through this model.
He can only suffer continuous and ongoing losses.
Even if slaves were constantly working underground, they would struggle to recoup the money their masters paid for them. How could a slave work to earn back the money their masters paid for them? As the saying goes, a good seller is better than a good buyer. If slaves could quickly create wealth, why would the sellers sell them? Wouldn't it be more profitable to keep them for themselves?
In this country, the number of slaves is equivalent to water, equivalent to money, equivalent to the power of the city. And water is equivalent to everything, equivalent to life itself.
"If Adil wants to guarantee the slaves' drinking water supply, he'll inevitably continue to lose money, and no matter how he manages, he'll never be able to catch up—the contract with Yuan Tiansi is a bottomless pit. This level of loss of personnel will only lead to a shrinking population... Even the monsters in the river only need a pair of boys and girls every year.
The only way to fill the gap is to rely on external population, which means Adil must donate his own wealth to maintain this operation.
In other words, since Paradise City began operating according to this rule, Adil's wealth has been lost all the time.
...This is the truth about the so-called "Generous Adil".
Really generous.
And people's admiration for him is understandable.
Just like the pastoral method's control over the phantom demon...
The "pastoral care" that Adil carries out every day, which is not mixed with the power of the Tao, also happens to produce loyalty that is not mixed with the power of the Tao!
The ancient ballad is still sung over and over again: "Who will be sacrificed?
"What will end?
"Which words will be passed down through the ages?"
As the words were chanted, a purple-red glow gradually appeared in the pupils of Aiwas and Adil at the same time.
——They looked at each other.
They were both truly aware of each other's existence.
That is the resonance that comes from similar forces.
More than just dedication and transcendence...
There is even the power of dusk!
Aiwass felt a speechless silence.
His fingertips were holding a crystal card, and he pursed his lips, ready to throw it out at any time.
The whole world around him fell silent, and he remained silent, as if the silence could last forever.
"—Stop for a moment."
Suddenly, Adil spoke.
He looked to be in his forties or fifties, so his voice didn't sound old at all. Instead, it was steady and firm.
The moment Adil opened his mouth, the sedan chair came to a halt, and the ancient song abruptly ceased. It was as if the pause button had been pressed. Even the surrounding chorus fell silent, without mistaking his "stop" for the sedan chair and not the song.
"I am their shepherd."
Adil looked at Aiwas and spoke slowly, "I will not let the lambs go hungry.
"—O shepherd from afar, the generous Adil is willing to be your friend."
The moment Adil's voice fell, Aiwass suddenly felt a sense of "connection".
It felt like a cell phone with its data turned off suddenly connected to the local Wi-Fi, and it started ringing non-stop for a moment - those who worshipped Adil immediately transferred, or copied, that worship to Aiwass.
The originally "strange" favorability instantly turned into respect and even admiration.
...What a dangerously clever man.
Aiwass thought.
If those people ignored him or even were hostile to him, then Aiwass would not care about their life or death at all.
But if they are very respectful and friendly to Aiwass, then Aiwass really cannot abandon them.
Did you see through my character just the moment we met?
——Or is he such a person himself?
Where did he get his shepherd heritage? He clearly has a vocation in the Way of Devotion, but he's not a pastor of the Church, and most likely not a demonologist... Judging by the symbols scattered throughout Heaven City, he should be a ritual mage... or perhaps a great wizard.
"Devotion, transcendence, dusk... the three paths of transcendence."
Aiwass murmured.
He was completely unable to sense Adil's fluctuations in his path and his hostility.
This meant that he either possessed something capable of obscuring the Dao's perception in front of a fifth-level energy level... or that his Devotion Dao was at least at the fifth level. And Aiwass had already known that his level of transcendence of the Dao was the sixth level.
At least it is level 456, maybe even 556 - it can be said that he is a real world-class strongman.
Adil was still chanting the words from the Shepherd Tantra:
"I am the serpent of secrets, coiled like a snare: and in this coiling there is delight.
"I am the axle in the wheel, the square in the circle. 'Come to me' is the talk of fools—for it is I who run forward."
Hearing this, Aiwass suddenly understood.
...Oh, I understand.
Is this a secret code?
Then Aiwass also spoke, responding with the words of the Shepherd Tantra: "O Prophet, you have learned this knowledge with malice. I see that you hate the hand that writes, but I am better than you; for you do not know the Self that dwells within you.
"Why? Because you are the knower, and you are also my body.
"Now cover the shrine—and let the bright light devour the fools, and swallow up all living things with blindness!"
This is the language of the Shepherd Tantra, and also the language of the Book of the Dharma. Because the language is not very good, it is difficult to read and difficult to understand. However, the knowledge will flow into your mind after you finish reading it.
What it expresses is the idea that "you and I are one."
This is what the demon said to the pastor after being summoned. The gist of it is, "I know you don't like me, but don't be too nervous. We're on the same side. Don't trust worldly advice too much."
Apparently, Adil understood.
His expression suddenly brightened.
He did as Aiwass said, covered the "shrine", jumped out of the car enthusiastically, and came over to give Aiwass a big hug.
Aiwass frowned in resistance, but did not resist.
He had obviously realized that Adil was from Huantiansi... and might even be Huantiansi's apostle!
Starting from here, there will definitely be a way to collect information about Huantiansi!
So Aiwass put the phantom card in his hand back into his sleeve.
Don't take any action for now and see what he plans to do.
Obviously, Adil didn't have the ability of a Great Sinner Scholar, so he didn't recognize this kind of Phantom Card. He just glanced at it curiously but didn't say anything.
"Modify the order," Adil said sternly, turning back. "This is my biological brother whom I've never met—the Dazzling Sun. But he's more than just my brother. You must treat him as if he were me. If I'm gone one day, you'll all be his."
At this point, Adil politely asked Aiwass, "Excuse me, what is your name?"
Although this level of courtesy is quite rare for a good master... but Aiwass still thinks Adil's words are too absurd.
——Why are we brothers?
They look completely different—and you don't even know my name!
For some reason, Adil's words reminded Aiwas of "entrusting an orphan to someone else." He seemed to sense his impending death; otherwise, given the arrogance of a benevolent ruler, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to show his kindness for no apparent reason.
Although it was hard to understand, Adil's words were obviously quite important in Paradise City.
After Adil finished speaking, everyone kowtowed to Aiwas in unison.
Even the passers-by stopped and knelt down, and began to kowtow to Aiwass respectfully.
It was a full-strength kowtow without any effort, as fanatical as if one was insane.
The floor of Paradise City was made of high-quality bricks and stones, but after just a few kowtows, their heads began to swell, turn red, and then blue. At first, the sounds of their kowtows and praises were a bit chaotic, but after a few, they quickly became aligned, as orderly as a goose-stepping stomping movement.
The uniform kowtow was like a puppet, so weird!
It was obvious that if Aiwass didn't stop, they would even die here.
This made Aiwass's scalp tingle.
This borders on mind control…but pastoral care isn’t supposed to have that effect!
But at this moment.
Aiwass suddenly felt an inexplicable and strong sense of crisis from the passers-by who were kowtowing beside him.
(End of this chapter)
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