This is a record of an interview with the spirit known as the Slave King, who sought deliverance at the Hsiang Kuang Buddhist Centre in Australia. He was a Plague God associated with the Wuhan outbreak. He now resides in the Western Land of Nature. This interview was recorded by the Buddhist disciple Venerable HaiZe on March 12, 2020.
The Slave King (Nu Wang) speaks:
". News reached us that the Hsiang Kuang Pure Land Buddhist Centre in Australia claimed that the Buddha could save us from this pandemic. Zhou Chuanfu, one of our own, went to investigate the situation and was promptly subdued. Zhou Chuanfu was the one in charge of distributing the virus during the Wuhan outbreak—he was our leader! He carried a heavy responsibility, so how could he just go there and never return? I had to see for myself what was going on!
The Blinding Light of
When I arrived, they were in the middle of giving a lecture. As I approached, I was startled by a brilliant light. What kind of light was that? It was radiating directly from the person giving the lecture, and as I looked closer, I saw soft, bright rays of light emanating from behind them as well. What kind of place was this? How could such light exist here? I listened, and I heard the speaker say, 'To resolve this pandemic, we must invite the Prime Minister to come here and meet the Buddha. Only the Buddha can save us.' Who was this person? How arrogant! The Prime Minister is a figure of such high status and prestige—how could he possibly lower himself to come here just because of a pandemic? What kind of place is this, anyway?
As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I received a flood of messages from the air: 'This is the Hsiang Kuang Pure Land Buddhist Centre. This is the Buddha-light of Namo Amituofo and Practitioner Su.' Buddha-light? Was it truly light emitted by a Buddha? I looked again, more carefully this time. The space was filled with countless sentient beings listening to the Dharma. I decided to listen too, and to my shock, I felt my heart trembling! It was a sensation I had not felt in a very long time. I told myself I could not let this continue; otherwise, I might be subdued as well. This was not how a Plague God should behave!
A Sudden Confrontation
I looked ahead and saw one of my companions being discovered because he had gotten too close to Practitioner Su, who had sensed his presence. Just as I was preparing to defend myself, Practitioner Su sensed my head—I was exposed! There was no time to retreat. My name was called, and I had no choice but to step forward. I had come to observe, not to be subdued. But to my surprise, with just a few words, Practitioner Su restored me to my original form. Then, a powerful force of attraction pulled me in. Everything happened so fast—too fast for me to react—but it all happened! In this place, I was completely powerless to resist.
Practitioner Su asked me why I had become a Plague God. Why did I obey? Why did I agree to be interviewed? Yet, deep inside, another voice whispered: 'Alas! This is a good place. Since Zhou Chuanfu has already spoken, I might as well speak too. Perhaps this place really has changed everything.' That was a painful, unforgettable past. Everything in this world revolves around the laws of and cause and effect. The memories began to surface, one by one.
The 'Human White Mouse'
I grew up in the early years of the Republic of China. I was a rough man—tall, strong, and good at farm work, but my temperament was poor. During a quarrel with a neighbour, I accidentally pushed him over. He hit his head on the floor, suffered a brain haemorrhage, fell into a coma, and died. From that moment on, my life descended into darkness. I became a prisoner, stripped of my freedom. Because the other party also had some fault, I was not sentenced to death, but I was condemned to life imprisonment.
I spent my days in prison like a walking corpse, never seeing the sun. One day, an order came down: they were seeking volunteers among the healthy, life-term prisoners to 'donate their bodies to save others,' regardless of whether they lived or died. At the time, I thought, 'I am on a dead-end road anyway, waiting to die in this cell. I might as well donate my body and do a good deed.' I signed the consent form, never imagining that this was a secret live human experiment. It was for the development of a new biochemical project. From that day on, I lived a life worse than death.
I was forced to inhale gases, and my body was smeared with various biochemical agents. They monitored the concentrations and my reactions. After each reaction, there would be a waiting period, and only after they drew my blood would they use the next substance. Every reaction was a living hell. Sometimes my whole body would cramp, twitching in agony. I would vomit, my skin would ulcerate, and it would itch so intensely that I would scratch until I bled, oozing pus and fluid. I became unrecognisable. I could not sleep; I could only sit with my head bowed, drifting in and out of . The most terrifying part was when the biochemical agents stimulated my nerves. I lost control of my thoughts and actions. I would go mad, screaming and yelling—I was no longer human. Over time, I became skin and bones, with only a single breath left. Eventually, even that breath vanished. I was dragged out and cremated, leaving nothing behind. I came into this world as a human, but I left as nothing more than a pile of ashes.
The Retaliatory Force
My spirit was filled with helplessness, pain, and depression, but also with rage. All this suffering came from a force I could not resist. This negative thought formed a negative energy. I have an excellent memory; I remember everything I have ever heard or seen. The project continued. To the planners, it did not matter how many people died; what mattered was the success of the test! My spirit hovered in the air above the testing site. I knew who the planners were, who the enforcers were, and who the victims were. I was like a dark mist, unable to leave because this place resonated with the magnetic field of my death.
I do not know how much time passed, but I developed a power. I could use my intent to alter the biochemical structure of the drugs, causing them to mutate. The reactions became chaotic and uncontrollable. The planners could not find the cause, and the consequences of these out-of-control reactions were unpredictable. It was a terrifying thing. The biochemical project was declared a failure, but think of how many lives had already been sacrificed. Although we eventually died, and although I dared not hope for a peaceful death, a life is still a life. We were already living like neither human nor ghost, let alone dying. Clever humans could never imagine that their 'flawless' plan was destroyed by the resentment and negative intent of the spirits of those they had sacrificed. I have forgotten my original name; from now on, my name is the Slave King.
A New Path to Deliverance
Later, I became an incarnation of a Plague God. According to the natural laws, I could spread the development of the causes of the pandemic. This was not something I could control; it was all . The lives destroyed by people who thought they were so clever—their spirits, once gathered, could generate a retaliatory force. Retribution is the only way to offset this negative energy, and this retaliatory force is impossible to resist. Is this not the law of the universe? If there were no negative causes created before, how could there be evil consequences later? When you use force to resist force, the result is either one side winning and the other losing, or both sides suffering. People often dislike being the weak ones, and to survive, they will try everything to resist. Unless the time for the pandemic to end has arrived, we will also resist with our lives. People should know that the viruses in the air are countless, beyond calculation.
From last night until now—less than a day—my hardened spirit has been softened. When the Buddha-light, which I had never encountered before, shone upon me, my heart softened in an instant. As Practitioner Su gave the lecture, it felt like living water washing away the darkness and anger that had accumulated in my heart for so long. When I entered this place, the Western Land of Dharma Nature, it was filled with brightness and fragrance, like the faint scent of flowers from the clean meadows and gardens of my hometown long ago. The sound of the Holy Name 'Namo Amituofo' echoing all around felt like a distant memory, as if I had heard my elders chanting it long ago.
Is this where I am to stay? Will I never return to my status as a Plague God? This is a change I never could have predicted. I have always lived in darkness; I never knew that the power of brightness and goodness could be so irresistible! Is this the power of the Buddha? It feels so strange, yet so inclusive—it embraces my anger and my grievances, leaving me with no power to resist. This is not like me! Yet, I feel no burden, no pressure. Is this a place where a spirit like me, who has suffered so much and sought retaliation, can truly reside? If the answer to these questions is, 'Yes, you can, and you will never return to being a Plague God,' then my answer is, 'Yes, I am willing!' As I said this, I felt the last grey embers of my spirit fall away. It was as if I had been given a new soul!
The Only Way Out
Could this method of deliverance be the only way to resolve this global pandemic? I never expected the cure to be here: in this quiet, unknown Buddha-land, the Hsiang Kuang Pure Land Buddhist Centre. Clever humans, I really do not need to tell everyone about this. I am not doing this to save those selfish people who do not know how to repent and only know how to destroy others; I am doing this to save the Plague Gods and the suffering spirits who share my background, whether they are still alive or have already passed away. This place can save everyone.
At this moment, I would no longer say, 'What arrogant fellow dares to say that to resolve the pandemic, we must invite the Prime Minister to come here and meet the Buddha, for only the Buddha can save us?' Instead, I would say, 'Yes, it is truly so!'
Practitioner Su, in her compassion, asked the Buddha to give the Slave King a Dharma name. The Buddha bestowed the Dharma name: Shi Zhisheng.
This interview was recorded by the Buddhist disciple Venerable HaiZe.
Namo Amituofo."
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