Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 207 The True and False White Lotus
The academy's teaching has returned to normal.

Xu Xuan attended classes during the day, rested well at night, and occasionally interrogated the Black Crocodile; his life was very regular.

That fellow was truly stubborn. The catfish spirit only ate the same trick 108 times before it surrendered to the evil land, only wishing for its soul to be scattered as soon as possible.

This black alligator actually dared to make demands; it truly lives up to its reputation as a great demon who has cultivated for many years.

Perhaps someone wasn't in a hurry, otherwise he would have gone to the land of evil to reason with the demons and monsters.

He has even temporarily put aside his cultivation recently, as there are no more demons to hunt near Qiantang.

Studying the principles in books and reading Buddhist scriptures every day helped calm the anger in my heart.

The great calamity has arrived. One should shut oneself in and quietly recite the Yellow Court Classic, reflecting on oneself three times a day, so as to lay a good foundation for the next attack.

Despite not having seriously cultivated these past few days, I feel that my cultivation level has increased considerably.

As the saying goes, one should maintain a balance between stillness and movement, with proper tension and relaxation.

At this point, the situation had reached a point where calm was necessary.

The recent commotion was too intense, resulting in the deaths of three transformed demons in the waters. If it attracts the attention of Dongting Lake, the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on them one by one will be lost.

So Xu Xuan used the waterways of Jiangnan as a chessboard and randomly placed a piece called Zuo Qianhu. This piece was originally just a basic move, somewhere between good and bad.

Unexpectedly, the move was too aggressive, seemingly provoking the piece, which was now digging deep to find its target.

This move is now fluctuating wildly between the God's Hand and the Eagle's Hand, and it's incredibly powerful.

The turmoil is spreading from the small town of Tonglu, and it's unclear how it will develop; it's truly unpredictable.

Mr. Xu first sighed and then accepted the fact that he believed in his own qualities.

Therefore, Baoan Hall has temporarily entered a state of silence, as people are always fighting and killing each other in pursuit of the Great Dao.

He sits atop Nanshan Mountain, receiving the winds from all directions like a butterfly, constantly expanding his horizons.

In the secular world, there are white lotuses causing chaos; in the cultivation world, there are also white lotuses stirring things up.

As the situation surrounding the Karmapa escalates, it must be said that this sect, which is frequently hunted down and besieged, is handling this crisis with remarkable ease.

The Dharma King's traces are everywhere, and each time he attracts righteous people to go there, only to find them empty-handed or encountering other demons and evil spirits.

The flames of war sometimes ignited, and sometimes disappeared.

It seems that those in the evil path are also stirring. Let's see how far we are from the situation where the righteous are declining and the demons are rising, before a chaotic free-for-all of demons runs rampant.

"That's not okay."

"This Karmapa must die as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, with Jiangnan in such chaos, what will happen to the people's livelihood? What will I do?"

Xu's skill and reputation are simply insufficient; otherwise, he would have used the name of the Pure Land School to rally the heroes to form a joint defense and control force, and capture and kill that scoundrel as soon as possible.

Just as things were quiet, Yu Gong returned.

Driving the chariot and accompanied by his guards, he returned to Qiantang.

"My lord, are you really not going to Tonglu?"

"It is said that a thirty-six-tiered lotus platform was discovered there. How about the Left Commander-in-Chief?"

The old servant beside him was somewhat worried; that was the legendary White Lotus Holy Mother.

The imperial court paid a heavy price to attack a main altar without the Holy Mother, and now that the legend has reappeared, it is terrifying just to hear about it.

Yu Gong, however, was completely unconcerned and showed no concern whatsoever.

"Do you see any reinforcements arriving from the court?"

"Did you see any of those hypocritical cultivators from the righteous path go?"

"Whether the Thirty-Six Lotus Platform is real or not is still unknown. Even if it is a real lotus platform, it may not necessarily be the real White Lotus Holy Mother."

"Everyone is watching and waiting, and perhaps even the Karmapa is watching and waiting."

"The trouble with this matter is that the details of the lotus are too orthodox, and the aura is so pure that it seems like something that the Dharma King and the leader could not have produced."

"At the same time, I wonder what qualifications this little black alligator demon has to come into contact with that legendary figure." "If suddenly, in the Jiangnan region, many government offices are burned down and towns are looted; prefectures and counties are lost and officials flee. Millions of people rise up in rebellion, and the righteous sects of the world are attacked and trampled to pieces, and within ten days the whole world responds."

"Then we can confirm that it is a genuine white lotus."

This statement is quite frightening, after all, people can only overestimate the value of legends.

I have seen what that person did from historical records that are rarely made public. He was almost a public enemy, yet he was invincible.

Without such courage and ability, the White Lotus Sect would not have developed into such a terrifying force in its later stages.

Although Yu Gong very much wanted to spar with such a master, it was best not to show up for the sake of the common people.

Upon entering Qiantang and seeing its thriving atmosphere, so different from other parts of Jiangnan, the old man was quite moved.

I was especially pleased to see the team dredging the silt by the river being organized in such an orderly manner.

"This Song Youde is quite resourceful; he managed to start repairing the river before Qingming Festival without much corvée labor."

"Even these powerful and wealthy families have responded to the call. Such a display of humanistic spirit deserves a toast."

"Could it be that they were just keeping a low profile back in the capital?"

after a while
The old man's expression was strange, and his eyes were filled with fire.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Very well, so this is the successor I personally groomed, isn't he? Sooner or later, Song Qingtian will ascend to that high platform and golden palace, won't he?"

It turns out that people can actually laugh when they are speechless or angry.

Throughout his years in the Great Jin Dynasty, aside from suffering a minor setback in his youth, he navigated the officialdom and battlefields with ease for the next few decades.

I never imagined that I would be set up in such a small county as Qiantang.

The old servant immediately asked menacingly whether they should drag that man surnamed Song out of the county government office.

"He didn't do anything wrong."

"The reputation of this dredging business has also benefited me to some extent."

"The people coming and going still remember this good deed, so why drag them out?"

That's why I'm even angrier.

Even away from the imperial court, one can still encounter such insidious tactics; what a joke of retirement.

So he deliberately drove his chariot past the Qiantang County Government Office, scaring Fatty Song so much that he hid inside trembling with fear and even sent out a petition he had written long ago.

His sincere heart is still vivid in my mind, although the name of my esteemed brother Hanwen appears a bit too often.

Yu Gong sneered.

"Of course I know you wouldn't come up with such a wicked method."

Arguing with such a person is beneath your dignity; just wait until he commits a crime and then stab him to death with a spear.

He then returned to the Imperial Academy and the symptoms began to appear.

Just like reviewing troops on a battlefield, all the students were brought out, and the training manuals they had compiled after consulting with the instructors last time were put to the test.

Suddenly, a chorus of wails filled the vast academy.

"I left some requests before I left, but a month has passed and nothing has changed."

"Passing the imperial examinations is not a profession, but a process!"

"Does he really think he's some kind of big shot?"

Yu Gong snorted coldly. This group of people are quite knowledgeable, but their physical strength and willpower are too poor. Even if they were to become officials, they would be rather mediocre.

The students of Bailu Academy are all top-notch talents, while the students of Chongqi Academy are supported by powerful family backgrounds, and Jintian Academy only has a large number of talents from poor families.

This has always been a very stable characteristic.

He thought that in a few decades, Chongqi Academy would be the first to fall behind.

(End of this chapter)