Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 159 is not bad!

A grand drama unfolded in their hearts, a tale of deep sorrow and heartbreak.

Mr. Xu was instantly subjected to strong moral condemnation. This... this doesn't mean that being Fahai requires such a high level of psychological defense. Those two pairs of eyes almost broke his defenses.

It's not that I don't want to bring Xiaoqian back to life, it's just that I really don't have the ability.

Even if she made ten more grand vows, it wouldn't work, as her physical body was already inside the small jar.

"Ahem, spend more time with Miss Xiaoqian these next few days. I'll ask for leave for you to return to school at the academy."

Ning bowed stiffly without pleading, which was indeed a good thing for Xiaoqian.

Without Grandma's evil magic that connects Yin and Yang, the wandering ghosts will be slowly forgotten in the human world, or they will turn into fierce and evil spirits, leaving only their obsessions.

Master Xu had already done an immense favor by finding the abbot of Lingyin Temple to help him, but it felt like a piece of his heart was missing.

Slowly opening the umbrella to block the sunlight, Xiaoqian appeared.

What it means to hold hands and gaze at each other with tears in our eyes, what it means to feel love at first sight, what it means to be deeply in love—all of these are clearly shown.

Even though we've only known each other for less than a month, our feelings have penetrated to the bone. Love really is irrational.

The two bowed to Xu Xuan three times, then walked away step by step.

The scholar's act of holding an umbrella in broad daylight drew a lot of attention and criticism, but Ning Caichen paid no heed to it.

I just want to travel around this world with Xiaoqian and see what Qiantang is like.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was somewhat somber.

"I hope Caichen isn't thinking of doing something rash."

"Humans and ghosts are on different paths, but ghosts are not."

Ji Rui, it's Ji Rui again.

What a clever student, Ji! He's come up with a new solution.

Master Mao closed his eyes, unable to bear to look. The atmosphere in the courtyard was no longer just somber, but chilling.

Xu stared at this audacious fellow with eyes like a judge.

Carve words, we absolutely must carve words! Find the biggest rock face! Carve it all out!
Zao was speechless and quickly came to the rescue.

"Then why don't you go and keep an eye on things?"

Ji jumped up and hurriedly followed, falling far behind like a lovesick fool.

The gathering in the courtyard ended, and Xu Xuan was also puzzled.

To be honest, this pairing isn't really a good match. If it weren't for Nie Xiaoqian's beauty, no one would feel sorry for them.

Ah, Amitabha.

Fortunately, my Buddhist heart is firm and has never wavered.

The next day, morning.

Mr. Xu took the three wonders to Lingyin Temple and found the abbot.

The two eminent Buddhist monks exchanged a brief greeting and then led the golden altar to the Ancestral Hall.

The Ancestral Hall is like one's own territory, and the abbot can do whatever he wants with it.

Therefore, placing it here will not cause dissatisfaction among other Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

"It will take seven days to resolve the grievances, wash away the evil spirits, and restore the original state."

“If Benefactor Ning is willing, he may stay overnight in the meditation room.”

Guangliang, acting as if he knew what he was doing, began to deal with Jintan and this person with whom he had a complicated and troubled relationship.

Xu Xuan quickly sought advice, as this was all based on experience.

“Temples accept many such requests, most of which are for relatives to come here to resolve their karmic debts.”

"There are lovers, and there are countless heartless people in the world, but there are also many devoted lovers."

"The suffering of separation from loved ones is called the pain of being separated from those you love and who are often apart from you."

"I have practiced for many years and have witnessed countless instances of the eight sufferings."

"Although falling in love with a female ghost is somewhat shocking, once you've been a monk for a while, you'll discover that there are even more outrageous love stories out there."

"Amitabha."

Master Guangliang looked utterly distressed; it seems that human diversity is a burden even for monks.

Ning Caichen was left behind, and the abbot saw the group off from the temple. Halfway there, the sound of a zither came from behind.

Like a clear mountain spring flowing out, it is clear and profound, carrying endless tenderness and sorrow, making people intoxicated.

Professor Shi's performance uses music to reveal the profound truths of the universe to everyone; it is a display of great love and compassion.

Ning Caichen's love was pure: I like Xiaoqian, I can't bear to part with Xiaoqian, I really love Xiaoqian.

"Benefactor Ning's music has reached the level of expressing emotions through sound. Congratulations to Chongqi Academy for producing another great talent."

The old monk was quite worldly-wise, choosing to say things that sounded pleasant.

Xu Xuan felt a little embarrassed, wondering if playing love songs in a Buddhist temple was inappropriate.

"It's alright, it can be considered a kind of training. If the monks in the temple can't even stand the sound of an ordinary person's zither, then what are they doing in meditation or practicing Buddhism?"

Guangliang was very confident that Lingyin Temple's lineage was no weaker than that of the Pure Land School.

After hearing this, Xu Xuan realized he had been overthinking it; the other person was a full-time monk.

After the old abbot saw the group off, he didn't pay much attention to the music. But after a while, did the emotional impact of the music increase a little?

Ning Caichen continued playing the zither, and the worldly entanglements within the temple became increasingly profound in people's hearts.

After descending Feilai Peak, the Justice Squad officially disbanded.

Ji Rui's family was urging him to come back. Although he replied in the letter that he hadn't gone to Guo Bei, his father was still worried that his son was lying.

Since Zao had nowhere to go, he was sent to the academy to study.

The sooner you start learning, the sooner you accumulate knowledge, the sooner you can shine.

Mr. Xu changed into a more appropriate outfit before attending the banquet.

"Brother, you've arrived."

Brother Song is sweating again; it seems he's come to his senses after all the boasting he did a couple of days ago.

The people attending the banquet today are a bit strange.

Instructor Chongqi, the local magistrate, and the former abbot of the Imperial Academy who immediately returned to his hometown after the literary gathering.

Dean Su's face was even more unpleasant than Song Youde's; this was clearly a trap.

Xu Xuan wondered if he had revealed some flaw.
After a short while, a carriage stopped at the entrance of Wangjiang Tower, and everyone's spirits lifted.

Dean Su, trembling slightly, was about to give a standard little jog to greet him, and Magistrate Song did the same thing without hesitation.

Only Xu sensed something was wrong; the atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat irritable.

"Hahaha!"

The voice arrives before the person is seen.

Along with it came a raging torrent of righteous energy that swept in all directions.

It is supremely great and supremely strong, filling the space between heaven and earth.

It possessed a more ruthless and bloodthirsty quality than the refined atmosphere of the academy's library, as strong and unyielding as an iron wall.

Things that are clearly invisible are captured by spiritual perception at this moment.

Like a tidal wave, it surged in, wave after wave crashing against them, making it difficult for them to breathe.

Unable to see any of this, Dean Su felt a profound tremor in his heart, rendering him speechless. He recalled his past actions during the audience with Heaven, where he had failed to diligently cultivate his mind. His steps faltered, retreating back to where he had come from.

Song Youde also felt his courage and integrity rapidly declining. Although he had a good reputation, it was mostly due to chance and coincidence, and his heart was not firm enough.

He tried to turn back, but a hand pressed on his shoulder, helping him stay in place.

It turned out that Xu Xuan had gone against the current and blocked his brother's path, standing firm like a pillar in the middle of the stream.

Xu, who personally orchestrated the violent act of sacrificing oneself for righteousness, can only say one thing about such noble spirit:
From an official standpoint, it's not wrong.

At this moment, one boot gently touched the ground on the carriage.

He wasn't tall, with tiger-like eyes and an eagle-nosed nose; he was just a robust old man with a full head of silver hair.

The old man immediately spotted the hand resting on Song Youde's shoulder.

He revealed a sharp smile.

"Qiantang Town in Iron Palm is remarkable."

(End of this chapter)