Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 103 Senior Brother Goes to Hell

Xu Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

He hated two types of people the most in his life.

One type is an enemy who never lowers their intelligence, and the other is an ally who always lowers their intelligence.

Judge Lu, you truly deserve to die!

Looking towards Nanshan, Ruoxu threw away the ugly butterfly in his hand and sighed.

"Junior brother is exceptionally intelligent and has a deep mind."

"To personally enter the fray to reclaim the fortunes of the scholars of Jiangnan is an act of great compassion."

"It is precisely this technique of tearing paper into butterflies that can easily be misunderstood as evil magic that harms people."

"It inspires awe and fear."

As I stood up and took a step forward, I was greeted by verdant mountains and the myriad flavors of life. The world seemed to have been compressed into a thin, vast landscape painting.

In the blink of an eye, it will descend upon West Lake to suppress Lu Pan's true form.

This chaos should come to an end.

At this moment, a drop of foul-smelling ink invades the picture.

Mountains and rivers shattered, war raged endlessly. Natural disasters struck incessantly, leaving not a blade of grass to grow. Rivers dried up, and countless people starved to death. The hearts of men were filled with dread, and the dead died unjustly.

Humanity has fallen into hell.

In the blink of an eye, the yin energy swept across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and countless yin spirits poured into a city.

Three large characters were written on the city gate.

The City of the Wrongfully Dead!
The city was over 500 li in size, and although it seemed to be governed by strict laws, in reality, all departments were in disarray. When the jailers arrived at the Department of Killing, they saw officials from the thirteen provinces. The main streets of each province were completely disorderly. Ox-Head, Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence were nowhere to be found. The wails of countless demons and wronged ghosts echoed throughout the sixteen minor hells.

The vast landscape painting has been transformed into a hellish scene of unjust death, and Ruoxu's steps can no longer cross it.

The monk stood on the void, his white robes rustling in the wind.

Frowning, he felt extremely displeased as he watched the ghostly and supernatural scenes constantly appear before him.

Too lazy to think, I directly channeled Buddhist power to unleash a lion's roar!

"What! Fang! Xiao! Xiao!"

The thunderous sound dissipated the malevolent energy in the void, and even the scroll trembled as if it were about to shatter.

This method was realized by the Buddha himself in the Mahayana Bodhisattva Treasury Sutra, derived from: "The Tathagata, possessing the four fearlessnesses, understands the superior state. He can roar like a lion and turn the wondrous Brahma wheel in the midst of the assembly."

It may seem like a roar, but its power is terrifying.

This abrupt and thoughtless opening caught the demon king behind the scroll somewhat off guard.

They almost failed to protect the Yin-Yang passage given by Lu Pan.

Hastily mobilizing boundless Yin energy and millennia of cultivation to solidify this path, the illusory image of Black Mountain emerged from the scroll and descended to suppress it. A wisp of black energy was separated and began to materialize into a human form.

He wore a helmet, armor, a belt, and leather boots. He had an open mouth and glaring eyes, raised eyebrows and a sparse beard. He wore a wide robe with a blue top and black bottom. His white face and red lips were quite eerie.

Perhaps because he had lost face earlier, he started laughing in an affected manner.

"Hahaha, I've long heard that a peerless monk has emerged from the Buddhist community, and now it seems he's truly extraordinary."

It was as if countless wronged souls were speaking together, and the endless waves of sound combined had the power to destroy hearts and souls, seemingly rivaling the roar of a lion.

Then he received a brief response from the high monk.

"Demon, state your name!"

If Lady White Snake were here, she would naturally understand what kind of powerful figure was behind the strange phenomenon ahead. But it would be different if it were Ruoxu, who had been cultivating for more than ten years, making great progress and reaching an unfathomable level.

I have a good understanding of the human realm of spiritual cultivation thanks to my ability to see things from outside the gate, but I still don't know much about what lies beyond the human realm.

This demon king clearly overestimated the other party's knowledge.

I had no choice but to introduce myself.

"I am Black Mountain, the lord of the City of the Unjustly Dead!"

"With me here, you shall never set foot on the earthly mountains and rivers, unless your heart can also traverse the hellish realms."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

The maniacal laughter was jarring, and its rampant arrogance and domineering intent seemed to penetrate even into the mortal realm.

Black Mountain?! The City of the Wrongfully Dead was originally under the jurisdiction of King Biancheng, the sixth of the Ten Kings of Hell. It's truly lamentable that it was occupied by a demon after the chaos of heaven and earth. And the separation between Yin and Yang was broken by a painting; it seems Judge Lu played a significant role in this.

If one can cultivate to such a level, one will naturally be extremely perceptive.

Knowing that a fierce battle was about to begin, he remained silent.

Hands together.

"Amitabha."

Suddenly, thousands of golden rays burst forth from the back mountain of the academy, traversing space to reach this point, and it was as if a sun had appeared in mid-air.

The enlightenment of purity, freedom from defilement, equality, and perfection lingers before the painting, and an endless golden pure land descends upon this place.

Yin energy, malevolent energy, resentment energy, death energy, and all sorts of complex and polluted energies were forcibly purified, leaving only the ethereal Dao and reason, which was exceptionally domineering.

He himself transformed into a golden war god, and his immense magical power and will that distorted the void amazed even the Black Mountain.

In the Buddhist world, there will always be such supreme beings who emerge out of nowhere.

and many more!

Monk, why are you calling for the Pure Land?
What I'm saying is "don't even think about crossing this," not "a fight to the death."

A standoff would be more than enough to honor the painting sent by Judge Lu; please don't misunderstand.

Black Mountain is indeed arrogant and domineering, but it would be too foolish to fight them across the boundary between Yin and Yang.

Whether it's true or false, one will have their own calculations in mind.

The Pure Land School suppresses evil spirits and demons, and if the underworld were to invade, it would be the first to be affected. Given his status, he could not ignore it.

Since this opportunity has presented itself, I'll take a trip to the underworld.

As they walked step by step toward the painting, Heishan felt a chill run down his spine.

The newly acquired Yin-Yang passage might not be able to withstand the strain. Feeling distressed, I couldn't care less about anything else and said some soft words.

"Little monk, don't make a mistake! Think of your junior brother."

“My junior brother is kind-hearted and will be blessed by Buddha.”

Ruoxu was determined to meet the overlord of the underworld today and also to find out about the affairs of the Yin and Yang realms.

The powerful golden body, determined to purify everything, forcefully squeezed into the scroll of hell.

Tearing, tearing.
The scroll began to tear and crumble; the yin energy was no longer able to sustain the path.

Black Mountain was furious and attempted to betray his accomplices to preserve the item.

"Little monk, that Judge Lu is no good person!"

"With the White Lady of West Lake by his side, there should be no harm."

Ruoxu's thoughts coincided with those of Lady Bai, and they both had great faith in each other's abilities.

Therefore, the scroll collapsed, and the golden body entered the underworld!
"Monster, die!"

The moment the golden light completely disappeared, a beautiful butterfly flew out.

The waters of West Lake, my tears~~~
The rain is truly disheartening.

Right by the lake, Judge Lu and Xu Xuan watched as the Underworld Scroll unfurled to block their path, then saw thousands of golden rays converge in the sky, and a dazzling golden figure charge into the scroll.

A butterfly braved the wind and rain and landed in my palm.

The appearance of the Black Mountain Demon was nothing to be surprised about.

After the judge of the underworld fell into depravity, he made a deal with the City of the Wrongfully Dead, which was nothing out of the ordinary.

It was his senior brother's choice that left him somewhat helpless.

They went to the underworld to suppress the Black Mountain and investigate the conditions of the underworld, returning in a few days.

The operation was too casual and bold, which Xu Xuan did not approve of, but his senior brother did.

So, the senior brother lived a lifetime in just over ten years because he visited one town after another?
That was far too reckless! It really does disgrace your elegant and refined demeanor in your white robe.

Even I, Fahai, wouldn't dare to be this brave.

And
Looking at the inexplicable smile on Lu Pan's face, I felt it was absurd.

(End of this chapter)