Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 155 Do a Good Deed

I really don't know who could lie about such a beautiful face.

The two had a very pleasant conversation over the next few days, but unfortunately, the mountain gate was pressing them for a move, and Madam Wei had to leave.

Standing on the lake, Bai Suzhen looked at the departing purple clouds and felt a sense of emotion.

Human beings are growing so fast!

Back then, he was just a little cultivator who was almost scared to tears; today, he is a dignified and elegant sect leader.

Then I remembered the person who had always been squatting in Leifeng Pagoda.

I wonder what kind of person Young Master Xu will become in the future.

But now, I should be someone who doesn't stand on ceremony.

Arriving at the pagoda, I felt somewhat speechless as I tried to retrieve the Heart Sutra, which had suffered some loss of Buddhist energy.

“Young Master Xu, the matter of Guo Bei has caused a lot of trouble. I have already wiped away the traces left by those people for you. Do not cause any more trouble.”

Xu Xuan was speechless; all these troubles had come to provoke him.

Before she could explain, Bai Suzhen had already turned into white light and fallen into the lake.

"Your sister seems to be ignoring me lately?"

"No, she said you are a good person, but you will die a violent death due to karmic entanglements."

Ah!
Ok?
"Even great historical figures like Zhuge Liang, who were all heroes, eventually died."

Xiaoqing is a girl who is good at summarizing, and she gave Instructor Xu a lesson by combining the context.

许宣
A flat blow to the back of the head knocked the little monster over, teaching it a lesson in return.

Guo Bei's journey had at least advanced him to the Bodhi Mind Realm, which is the second stage of entering the Dao.

The two made up shortly afterward and even planned to visit Lingyin Temple together.

I had previously promised to help Nie Xiaoqian find a Buddhist temple to worship at for a few days. This temple is the most famous in the Qiantang area, so I'll check it out first.

Xiaoqing confidently asserted that she had connections and could guarantee that arrangements could be made.

"Why do you, a monster, have connections with temples?"

Xiaoqing said happily.

"The host said that I can go eat fruits and vegetables directly from now on, instead of scaring people at night."

Oh, I forgot, the first place this monster will encounter after leaving West Lake will definitely be the surrounding temples and academies.

But is this kind of connection really useful?
Could it be that the abbot said that because he couldn't win the fight?

The two walked along West Lake.

Because of the Guo Bei case, the usually bustling streets have become much quieter, and everyone is hurrying along, not daring to stop for a moment.

Many shops have also closed, and many powerful families are on guard.

Even the occasional passing yamen runners were fully equipped, patrolling the streets and alleys with great fanfare.

What used to be annoying now seems to give people a sense of security.

Xu Xuan frowned slightly. Jiangnan needed a powerful figure who could reassure everyone to dispel this atmosphere.

Otherwise, if this continues, people's hearts will be unsettled, and more serious incidents will erupt.

Evil spirits like to cause trouble at times like this.

The two traveled for a long time and finally arrived at Feilai Peak.

Layer upon layer of palaces and pavilions, corridors upon corridors. Outside the Three Mountains Gate, towering clouds of ten thousand colors shroud the area; before the Five Blessings Hall, a thousand strands of vibrant red mist swirl around.

Vulture Peak rises majestically, the Dragon Palace locked in solitude. The tower overlooks the sea at sunrise, the gate faces the Zhejiang tide. Osmanthus blossoms fall in the moonlight, heavenly fragrance drifts beyond the clouds. Climbing the tower by grasping vines, one reaches afar; hollowing out wood to draw spring water, one travels far. Thin frost makes the flowers bloom even more, light ice prevents the leaves from withering. From a young age, I cherished distant and wondrous things, seeking solace from worldly troubles. I await entering the path to Tiantai, to see the remaining stone bridge.

As expected of the largest temple by West Lake, its grandeur, scale, environment, and flow of people are truly remarkable.
Although martial law was not officially declared in the Qiantang River basin, people were filled with anxiety.

When we got to the mountain gate, it was completely blocked; everyone there was there to burn incense and pray for blessings.

On both sides, there were fortune tellers interpreting divination slips, sellers of Buddhist beads and jade pendants, and even some unlicensed Taoist priests.

It was noisy and not much different from tourist attractions in later generations.

The ways of engaging in worldly affairs and the ways of entering the market were already understood a thousand years ago.

Xiaoqing, somewhat impatient, suggested that they go directly to the back hall to talk to the abbot.

"We're here to get something done, so we need to know the rules and learn a thing or two." "Learn what?"

"I'm learning advanced temple management concepts, in case I want to run a temple someday."

Follow the flow of people in, offer incense, and then wander around.

Although he was a very orthodox monk, he never had much reverence for immortals or Buddhas.

Besides, I was just a little bit away from ascending to the Pure Land, and we might still be colleagues in the future.

However, when they found the backyard, they were stopped by a novice monk.

"The officiant is praying for the New Year."

After paying a sum of money for sesame oil.

The host happened to have time.

Xiaoqing was furious; she never paid for the food she ate at Lingyin Temple!
Xu Xuan stopped him.

"It's not a bad thing to get paid to do something."

"You should know that back then, there was a holy monk who went to the Western Paradise to seek scriptures. He was also bribed by Ananda and Kasyapa, which is how he was able to obtain the true scriptures."

"As the saying goes, scriptures should not be lightly transmitted, nor should they be obtained without proper authorization."

Xiaoqing felt she had learned another little-known fact: so the monks in the Western Paradise were like that too. She decided not to go there.

"What if they take the money and don't do the service?"

"Then let's see what fists can do."

The novice monk who was delivering the message shuddered, as if the incense money in his hand was burning hot.

Just then, an old monk with wrinkled skin and a thin build walked over from the backyard, his expression quite puzzling.

After hearing the first half, I felt that the visitor was extraordinary.

Hearing the second half, I felt that the kind-hearted wouldn't come.

“Amitabha. This humble monk sees golden light covering the ground of the temple today, and lotus ponds in full bloom. It turns out that a great master of the Pure Land School has descended upon us.”

"These remarks make some sense, but they are also somewhat inappropriate."

“The benefactor Qing is simple-minded and easily influenced by others.”

This is Xiaoqing's network of connections: Guangliang, the abbot of Lingyin Temple.

Xu Xuan had imagined him to be a tall, plump monk, but it turned out to be the complete opposite.

He looked quite old, but he was in good health, had clear eyes, and his aura was completely different from the worldly atmosphere around him. He was actually a monk who practiced asceticism.
As for his Taoist cultivation, it is very high.

Are there really so many experts in such a small place as Qiantang?
They didn't give Xu Hanwen any room to maneuver.

Honestly, if this weren't the West Lake, he would have made a tactical retreat.

Xiaoqing didn't care about these things at all; she thought the old monk was a good person.

"Old monk, I need your help today."

The abbot readily agreed to let a female ghost in to receive the incense offerings, but he also made one request.

"As a reward, do a good deed."

Xu Xuan didn't say anything, but Xiao Qing refused to do it first. What about the incense money she donated before?
“That’s for the Buddha, not for the temple.”

Okay, okay, that makes a lot of sense.

She had been traveling all over Jiangnan with someone for almost a year, and suddenly felt a sense of defeat.

Looking at Xu Xuan, Xu smiled and said it was alright.

“I love doing good deeds more than anything in my life, both big and small. You’ve come to the right person.”

The old monk suggested that it would be best for the benefactor, Qing, to perform this good deed, as he would receive good karma in return.

“There is someone at the foot of the mountain who needs help, so I’m asking you two for help.”

The two immediately retreated, and on the way down the mountain, one of them began to reflect on his actions.

I was careless. The probability of a big shot appearing in a place like Lingyin Temple is definitely over 50%.

The side effects of the temporary trial card are too great, which may also be due to the influence of the Heavenly Demon Tribulation.

(End of this chapter)