Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 137 The Demonic Monk Causes Chaos in the North

Inside the only City God Temple in Guobei.

The paint on the City God statue is peeling, the portraits of the Ten Kings are incomplete, and the temple is dilapidated.

This place shielded the search efforts of many half-ghosts and half-humans, as if it held the last vestige of dignity for the underworld gods.

"Why do you think that demoness pointed out this place to hide?"

"I don't know, I'm just worried about Scholar Ning."

Morale plummeted to rock bottom, and Master Mao, who was practicing righteous cultivation, felt utterly exhausted. The spirit of his previous self-sacrifice had worn off, leaving him with an overwhelming weakness.

It has become increasingly difficult to absorb spiritual energy from the outside world, and now it is almost impossible.

Only a decaying, stinking body remains; Guo Bei is truly about to become hell.

Yan Chixia banished the despair in his heart and continued to meditate and accumulate mental strength.

As long as you're alive, there's a chance.

If we are truly in dire straits, we will not care about cause and effect and will rush to Lanruo to make a final stand!
Even if it's like a moth drawn to a flame, you should at least do something.

Clang! Clang!
Suddenly, a commotion broke out outside. Yan Chixia flipped over and pressed himself against the door, using some martial arts techniques to listen in.

After listening for a while, his expression kept changing, and finally he showed a puzzled look.

Master Mao lay in the corner and asked what had happened.

"The people in Guobei Village are only one step away from becoming evil spirits. Now, a fake monk named Xu Xian has appeared and is subduing the others. Is he trying to become the Ghost King?"

"I don't know if it was guided by someone or if it was an instinctive act."

"The city is in chaos right now, with all sorts of ghosts fighting each other. We can rest a little longer."

Xu Xian? I don't know him.

Master Mao only knew Xu Xuan.

Ji, who was sitting on the ground, did not react at all.

"A fake monk doesn't even have a Dharma name. No wonder he's from Guo Bei and he's clamoring to be the King of Guo Bei. He'll just call himself King Yi San. It's all so absurd."

Ok?
Ji, whose eyes had been vacant, snapped out of her daze.

Xu Xian, Class B3.

Could it be... Brother Hanwen!?

The combination of these two was almost the most incredible person he could imagine.

But how could Brother Hanwen, a frail scholar, possibly be here? It seems he even defeated many evil spirits.

Reason tells you it's impossible, but when people are in dire straits, they'll force themselves to think in that direction as long as there's even a sliver of hope.

So he said it somewhat uncertainly, and even after he finished speaking, he felt that he was doing something stupid again.

Master Yan and Master Mao were already exhausted; it was truly despicable that they had wasted their energy on such baseless speculation.

Yan Chixia did think that the scholar was having a mental breakdown and was talking nonsense, but a flash of inspiration struck Master Mao.

One day, a handsome scholar walked by and said, "I wonder if this will work."

When he performed the ritualistic steps in the backyard, he showed no panic or surprise, as if he were watching a performance.

Finally, it emphasizes not being swayed by profit or coerced by power. The proverb "Never forget your original intention, and you will achieve your goal" is also emphasized.
Is it possible that the other party actually has that ability?

The more I think about it, the more I realize I misjudged him before.

Even if the other party doesn't have extraordinary abilities, since they've entered Guo Bei, they should help each other.

So the Taoist priest opened his palm with hope and said...

"This butterfly was given to me by Young Master Xu."

"If it really is him, there is still hope!"

Yan Chixia didn't place his hopes on others as much as the other two, but it was certainly good to have another comrade at this time.

"You guys wait for me here."

He affixed a talisman and disappeared into the temple in a few leaps.

The bearded man moved swiftly across the rooftop, his movements concise and fluid – this was true stealth.

He inwardly mocked himself, realizing that his weakened state, with its feeble energy and listless spirit, actually made it easier to conceal himself. He knew he had found the culprit when he saw a group of evil spirits roaring.

Is this really the handsome, dashing, and captivating academy instructor that Master Mao described?
He is clearly the king of ghosts, the demon among demons.

Q: How do I pretend to be a local evil spirit in a ghost town that is about to be completely destroyed?

In addition to the aura of the underworld and the ability to conceal yang energy, special disguises are also required.

That means being ruthless, arrogant, and insane.

Let go of the rules of the world, and let go of the principles taught in the academy.

The white-robed monk was beating the surrounding evil spirits in a frenzied manner.

He was yelling wildly while he was fighting.

"You're not even worth a second glance. You dare call yourself the Bloodthirsty Butcher?!"

On the street, Xu Xuan unleashed a magnificent Black Tiger Heart-Piercing Strike, followed by a tornado that destroyed a parking lot and overturned a group of ghosts dressed as yamen runners.

"You're not good enough to fight me!"

He grabbed a demon that was trying to ambush him and lifted it up, using the demon as his weapon to fight a chaotic battle on all sides!

Your mother's dead body, I'll hang you in the shit until you fly away!

Besides being extremely insane, he also needed to be abstract. After all, his gradually demonic thoughts were completely different from human thoughts. Guo Bei, who took the opposite of morality as his rule, was really too evil.

Fortunately, I suddenly had the idea to use the style of Hong Kong comics, instantly evolving from an ordinary, cruel ghost to one that other ghosts couldn't understand.

The impact of the otherworldly culture was too strong.

After unleashing a burst of light and a venomous dragon drill kick that sent a completely transformed monster flying, he would shout, "I will blast you to smithereens!"

Even in a place like Guo Bei, people would think that certain evil spirits with certain moves are too powerful.

It made the surrounding wailing and howling even louder and more abstract.

In such an environment, someone thrives, and the White Lotus Dharma Image is radiating an irresistible allure.

He grabbed an old man who was shouting wildly and threw him out, sending a bunch of people flying.

"Get your act together!" "Don't embarrass yourself!"

Then a fierce internal conflict broke out there.

"I want to be you."

The two half-human, half-ghost beings instantly turned against each other and began to fight.

"I didn't start this."

The skinny demon, dressed in tattered clothes, instantly bit the big-bellied demon.

"Seize gold, seize goddesses, seize immortality."

The old man, his bones creaking, charged into the horde of ghosts, drooling.

What was originally a small-scale battle turned into a city-wide celebration under someone's deliberate manipulation.

When it comes to the matter of cholera outbreaks, he is the most professional, without a doubt!

"The commotion has been big enough,"

"You should know I'm here, so why haven't you shown up yet?"

All of these methods are expedient measures to find his students as quickly as possible. Compared to the gentle methods used in the human world, Instructor Xu's approach after entering Guo Bei is somewhat lenient.

These are all desperate measures, and I hope that Guo Bei and his gang of villains can understand.

Despite Xu Xuan's seemingly erratic behavior that stirred up internal strife in Guo Bei, he always maintained a high level of discretion.

None of the half-human, half-ghosts he fought were killed on the spot; they were only maimed, not killed, so as to reduce the karmic burden on them.

It's impossible for it to be completely non-sticky; he was prepared to pay the price from the moment he came in.

Doing great things is not a waste of one's life, and what do I care if all the consequences befall me?
Of course, one must remain discreet. For example, since entering the city, one has not even revealed one's real name once, for fear that the goddesses or some powerful figures behind them might use their names to curse and kill.

It can be said that they have calculated to the extreme.

　"Swallowing the Stars: The Ultimate Comprehension" is a book written by a friend.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)