Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 149 Guobei County is Quiet

The divine retribution has passed.

With a slight tremor, Xu dispelled all the filth from his body, revealing himself to be a virtuous and refreshing monk.

The divine soul is so wonderful; if the physical body were here, there wouldn't even be a place to wash one's hands.

I really couldn't bring myself to touch that bright red artificial stream.

"What a terrible thing to do."

"A once tranquil and secluded place in the mountains has been turned into this scene."

"The tree demon has caused great harm, and the people of Guobei are treacherous."

Left with no other choice, the holy monk walked a few more steps to find a clean place to sit down.

Look up at the sky and say, "Good weather!"

A secluded temple stands amidst the clear, sunny trees; a mountain pavilion overlooks the evening glow.

The soft red light, carrying a touch of warmth, fell upon me, dispelling the fatigue accumulated over the past few days, as well as the fierce and malevolent aura.

With no fear for one's life and no burden of responsibility, this world looks beautiful no matter how you look at it.

Occasionally, streaks of light flash across the sky; that is the law of the underworld.

There was also a cold wind blowing through my clothes, an atmosphere of the underworld.

The balance of Yin and Yang always takes time to return to its proper order.

Don't be fooled by Xu Xuan's fierce battle with Tianqian and the threats he made; it didn't actually last long.

During the Heavenly Demon Tribulation, the time of thought is infinitely extended. Even though countless Heavenly Demons die tragically, it is almost instantaneous for the outside world.

Those tens of thousands of karmic demons did not wreak havoc in the Pure Land for long before being banished to the Calamity Land on the other side.

After all, if too much time passes, his cultivation will be completely worn away by the Shattered Chains, and he will die and his cultivation will be destroyed.

That thing was really aiming to kill Xu Xuan.

In other words, he found a unique way to eliminate two calamities, proving his own ability and wisdom, and thus gained the qualification to overcome heavenly punishment with his grand aspirations.

Otherwise, how could Heaven let go of a mere cultivator at the limit of the Celestial Realm?

Unfortunately, there's no proof that we survived the divine punishment; otherwise, we wouldn't be incapable of using righteousness to command demons.

Thinking about this, I felt a mix of pride and lingering fear.

The Pure Land School is truly blessed to have a monk like me who excels at making grand vows.

In the future, these classic texts should also be preserved in the ancestral temple's library.

Let's call it "The Financial Attributes of Grand Vision"

I almost laughed at my own thoughts, then immediately snapped out of it.

My spirit is injured now, and my willpower is somewhat lacking. The last leg of a journey is the hardest; how can I slack off before I've stood firm at my post to the very end?

At that moment, a group of people rushed up from the foot of the mountain.

They are the members of the Justice Squad.

Yan Chixia was the first to arrive on his sword, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Xu Xuan was still alive.

The group of people at the foot of the mountain couldn't see clearly, but they could see all sorts of earth-shattering collisions of thunder and fire on the mountain.

One spectacular scene after another followed; in any case, the moment Yan Daxia saw the broken chains that stretched across the sky, he was filled with despair.

This thing dissolves spiritual cultivation by directly reaching people's hearts, without needing explanation.

Later, the scene of the raging fire summoning ghosts to become soldiers, spreading across the sky like heavenly soldiers suppressing demons, was a plot never seen in any storybook.

That's karmic fire! Even a little bit of it can cause a practitioner to pay a terrible price for their evil karma.

As a result, the place stretched out in the sky as thick and continuous as the clouds. The curse and malice of the karmic demon made his soul tremble even more, and he almost fainted.

The two sides fought fiercely for a short time, with flames and golden light swirling everywhere, making it impossible to see clearly. All that could be seen was that as long as the commotion continued, Young Master Xu was still alive.

In the final moments, darkness fell, and everyone lost consciousness.

In his dazed state, Yan Chixia overheard Young Master Xu's grand ambition, which was half threatening and half discussing, and it actually vanished into thin air.

Only then did I dare to come up and check.

Seeing this extraordinary man in his flawless monk's robes, I was truly relieved.

As for the dissipation of one's aura after falling in cultivation level, that's not a big deal.

Throughout the many years of cultivation, who has ever seen a ruthless person who survived divine retribution?

He immediately bowed with his sword in hand, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears. "Young Master Xu, I, Yan, have traversed most of the Central Plains, and among all the masters I have met, only you have earned my utmost respect!"

"I will never forget Guo Bei's life-saving grace!"

"I, Yan, owe you my life!"

These rough and bold swordsmen are more straightforward than the sword itself, so they naturally mean what they say.

As long as it doesn't violate the code of chivalry or the rules of cultivation, even if it means risking one's life, the great hero will have to grit his teeth and do it.

Xu Xuan, in a very businesslike manner, suggested keeping in touch, saying that they were all fellow Daoists and so on, using one small trick after another to win over the other.

Next up was Master Mao, who rushed up with a talisman on his back and bowed deeply to Xu Xuan.

He always refers to his benefactor as "the sage" and his monk as "the holy monk."

He speaks much better than Master Yan.

The slightly arrogant Master Mao was a genuine rogue cultivator, and at this moment he picked up his social skills from his youth again.

Of course, it was truly from the bottom of my heart.

The kindness of giving a butterfly is like spreading the gospel, and saving a life from danger is an even greater cause and effect.

If the other party takes a liking to his old bones, he can arrange things as he pleases.

Of course, you can also get on someone's good side while you're at it.

The other party is a true master, so masterful that there is no limit to their skill.

Look at Zao, he made three great vows even after someone died and managed to bring them back to life. What a remarkable demeanor and level of character he possesses.

Even being a mere accessory is better than being a miserable, unaffiliated cultivator.

In Xu Xuan's eyes, the usually flamboyant Master Mao looked somewhat disheveled, but his mind, tempered by the Guo Bei incident, would probably soon enter the path of Taoism.

Cherish a valuable network of contacts that is both useful and close to you.

He spoke to the other person in a very friendly manner, saying that they could just call him Young Master Xu from now on.

He handed over another butterfly, and the excited old Taoist priest insisted on kowtowing to it, but Young Master Xu firmly refused.

As the two were pushing and pulling, several more figures came over.

Three students came up with Xiaoqian.

The students weren't as worldly-wise; they immediately offered all sorts of sincere but ultimately useless concern.

It was so pure that Xu Xuan really appreciated it; this was the affection between a student and a teacher.

From a distance, the students didn't notice anything amiss, but upon closer inspection of the teacher's cracked skin, they panicked. Even the sensitive Ning was on the verge of tears.

Zao felt his blood rush to his head, and a wave of heat surged through his body.

The power of loyalty and devotion is quite strong; if one cannot control their emotions, they can easily become a "warm air blower" (a metaphor for someone who is overly sentimental or overly protective).

Ji, the boldest student, spoke with a tearful voice.

"Brother Hanwen, are you going to die?"

Ji's words silenced everyone.

Xiaoqian felt the atmosphere freeze. Was this the same student who was as famous as Caichen?
The other two companions were also at a loss for words. Although everyone was worried, they probably couldn't read such a message from the expressions of Master Yan and Master Mao.

Mr. Xu's eyelids twitched slightly.

He was frantically making notes in his notebook; Ji Rui still needed more practice.

He then proactively explained his situation to prevent anyone from making unfounded accusations.

He laughed heartily, indicating that everything was over.

Although everyone knew it was over, they were truly relieved when Xu Xuan said it.

Sanqi collapsed to the ground, his spirits broken and his body exhausted.

During this period, he was constantly hiding, chasing, and going up and down mountains, which was an excessive amount of exercise for a scholar.

As mortals, they endured far too many unbearable things here.

The accumulated pressure on the mind is like a lump in one's chest.

It's all about ghosts, monsters, various supernatural battles, divine punishment, and even resurrection and the reversal of yin and yang.

　I had something to do tonight, so I finished writing it early and sent it out.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)