Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 194 Tortured One Hundred and Eight Times
Enjoying blood food.
Xu Xuan remained calm, while Xiao Qing knew that this thing was doomed.

Tell me about the situation in Dongting Lake.

"Ok?"

The catfish spirit then realized something was wrong; these people weren't from Dongting Lake.

Before he could say anything about killing or torture, Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, two demonic weapons, were already at his head.

The demonic power gave him a splitting headache, as if countless people were whispering in his ear, almost driving the demon mad.

"Go ahead and tell me, you'll feel better once you do."

At this moment, Xu Xuan's voice, imbued with the power of Buddhist teachings to question the heart, came through, carrying with it endless seductive power.

On one side, there is demonic chaos and delusion; on the other, there are eminent monks who offer salvation.

Such methods were far beyond the capabilities of a small demon who hadn't even fully transformed. He immediately spilled the beans.

When he left the great rivers and lakes, he only knew that there was a real demon king in Dongting Lake, who was said to have dominated the area during the time of Yunmeng Marsh, but usually did not interfere in affairs.

He has been silent for decades without making a move. Some say he is dead, some say he has been taken in by the righteous path, and others say he is preparing to undergo tribulation to become a demon saint.

It was this chaos that led to hundreds of monsters calling themselves Lesser Demon Kings.

Any monster that has taken human form can call itself this way, but its actual level of cultivation is unknown.

He was even more unclear about the cause of the recent water monster affliction.

Xu Xuan frowned. It seemed this monster was too rural.

"Are you familiar with the monsters that have been causing trouble near Yanguan County recently?"

"Yanguan County?"

"That's Shangtang River."

"Oh, I know. It's said that the Black Crocodile King once went there and, in a fit of rage, ate several minor demons from the nearby river."

After revealing the river where the Black Crocodile King was located, Xu Xuan realized that the demon was no longer of any value.

“Kill this sorceress.”

With a snap, the moment from hearing the command to taking the bite was instantaneous, ruthless and brutal – this was the true nature of the demon race that had begun to feed on blood.

Then Xiaoqing pierced the catfish demon's heart from behind with a sword, followed by several more sword strikes that severed its head and body.

Only the demon soul remained, stunned, never expecting that the other party had ordered him to eat people not to keep him as a servant.

That's just too inconsiderate!

You guys are really bad!
Just as he tried to run, he was entangled by several chains of karmic fire. The flames clung to his body, causing excruciating pain to his soul, rendering him powerless. He could only watch helplessly as he was dragged away bit by bit.

"No!!! Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me!!!"

Begging for mercy was useless; they were dragged directly to the back of the Pure Land.

A new demon has arrived in Little Western Paradise today. The catfish demon hadn't done anything yet when he saw the magnificent scenery of the Western Paradise and countless novice monks, and a red iron chain was put around his neck.

"This"

A chill ran through me as the gold paint crumbled before my eyes, the divine banners hung upside down, the flowing water turned into a river of blood, and the black earth beneath my feet emitted a scorching, bone-chilling heat.

Before he could even ask a question, he was swarmed by the novice monks and demons and killed, only to be resurrected and killed again.

The voice of Xu's soul emanated from the White Lotus Hall in the center.

"After cleansing oneself of sins, one's soul will be scattered and destroyed."

"Amitabha."

Inside the Water God Temple, Xu Xuan had regained the air of a scholar, exuding righteousness and displaying a dignified demeanor.

Xiaoqing also had the air of a well-bred young lady, diligently cleaning the scene with cleaning tools, her busy demeanor showing exceptional virtue.

The Taoist priest was still in a daze.

"Master Mao, this is a life-or-death struggle between the righteous path. If we, the righteous path, want to defend the human world in this chaotic world where the righteous path is declining and the demonic path is rising, we have no choice but to do this."

"The fearlessness and compassion of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in saying 'If I don't go to hell, who will?' is the example we should emulate."

"That's just how Baoan Hall operates. If you withdraw now, you still have a chance."

Xu Xuan had a certain degree of apprehension about taking the Taoist priest on this field trip.

If our paths diverge, then we should part ways as soon as possible.

The Taoist priest bowed, indicating that Young Master Xu had misunderstood.

"I have already witnessed your abilities when I was in Guobei, so this kind of situation is nothing special."

"Healing the world should not be limited by means; even poison and witchcraft can cure diseases and save lives." "With our abilities, we have already surpassed countless righteous people in stepping forward at this moment."

"Young Master Xu, please don't misunderstand. I was just thinking about whether I could do more, such as not being able to blend into the atmosphere just now."

The Taoist priest was originally a wandering cultivator, and his thinking was still rather untamed.

Then I asked Miss Qing about many details of the post-war battlefield cleanup.

With one willing to teach and the other willing to learn, Bao'an Hall is thriving.

After the war, the group concealed their achievements and returned to Qiantang on a whirlwind.

"The demon spirit needs to be interrogated again. If the information is confirmed to be correct, the Taoist priest will need to investigate further."

"I am fine, but Baoan Hall cannot be closed all the time. Perhaps we should find a few ordinary doctors to help maintain the appearance of the place."

"That's a good idea. Let's also lower the consultation fees and give ordinary people a chance to survive."

The group parted ways.

Master Mao returned to Baoan Hall to treat patients, and usually spent his time cultivating his magical powers, gathering intelligence, and refining elixirs in preparation for the next demon-slaying mission. He was extremely busy.

They even felt that this was the kind of life a spiritual practitioner should lead.

Xiaoqing returned to the lake to cultivate. Recently, her thirst for cultivation and magical power has been much greater than before, otherwise she would be left behind.

Driven by a sense of crisis, he no longer resisted studying scriptures and taking elixirs. Of course, in his spare time, he still went to the academy to study the Tao Te Ching and military strategy.

Bai Suzhen was quite pleased, as this was the effect she wanted.

Xu Xuan himself was a good teacher in public, but in private he continued to criticize the catfish demon in the land of Calamity for the correctness of his interrogation of information. Finally, after dying 108 times, the demon confessed.

The information is the same as in the first episode.

"Tell me earlier."

"Since that's the case, then we should diligently recite scriptures and chant Buddha's name, hoping to have our souls scattered as soon as possible."

The land of Ecuador has calmed down for the time being.

Meanwhile, Master Mao set off again to scout the location.

We can only start recruiting after this demon-slaying event.

While Xu Xuan was still planning his next move, Liang Shanbo enrolled in school.

"Liang Shanbo, I ask you, a gentleman thinks of the principles he follows when he acts, and he thinks of the source when he drinks. How did you come to Chongqi Academy?"

"I came by car."

“My friend, a wise person uses things appropriately and employs the right tools. Are you riding in an oxcart or a horse-drawn carriage?”

"Ox cart".

"Alright, how many are there?"

"The instructor was in a rented oxcart, and his luggage consisted of only one suitcase. I was recruited from a poor family."

The old teacher, with his habitual bluster and glaring eyes, had forgotten that Liang Shanbo was admitted through a special program.

"Go back, oh yes, go back some more."

"No need to bump into the wall, just sit next to Ning Caichen."

After sitting down, the two scholars smiled politely.

Liang Shanbo thought his happy life of studying was about to begin: simple learning, then taking the imperial examinations, and finally bringing glory to his family.

Then, in class, many people would challenge them to debates, and who wouldn't want to find a seemingly weak newcomer to beat?

Ji's horse racing tactics are being carried forward and developed.

The intense attack left Liang Shanbo drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted.

After class, he was dragged to play Cuju (ancient Chinese football). He was just a weak scholar before, unlike these fierce men dressed as scholars. He was knocked over and over again, and for a moment he couldn't tell which one was the "Ju" in Cuju.

Then I was taken to the lawn for a music lesson, where I was shocked by Professor Shi's unrestrained style of dressing up, while my own decent playing skills were criticized as stinking dog shit.

Feeling resentful, Ning Caichen, standing nearby, added insult to injury, composing a heart-wrenching lament: "Where in the world can I find a kindred spirit?"

With his eyes red from crying, Liang Shanbo finally realized just how high the academic level of the students at Chongqi Academy was; it truly deserved to be one of the three great academies.

The idea that a scholar must be both literate and skilled in martial arts came to mind.

Sigh, studying is so hard.

(End of this chapter)