Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 253: The Poetic Title Appears
He spoke very firmly, saying that he would not let his relatives and friends be sad, and that they should believe him.

After hearing these words of reassurance, the prefectural magistrate walked out of the prime minister's residence somewhat flustered, his clothes soaked as if he had been drenched in water.

Yin Xian had never spoken such reasonable and gentle words to him before, nor had he ever shown him even a shred of respect.

People who are about to commit treachery usually try to make amends with words beforehand; this is not a good omen.

He usually treats people the same way, so he is naturally quite clear-headed about being treated this way today.

When Little Green King saw the man's appearance, he waved his hand and urged him to put in more effort.

The Taoist priest and the tortoise, having changed their appearances, began to spread rumors in the places the prefect passed through, and Xie Yu also occasionally revealed some different information to the outside world.

For example, the academy wanted to take action against the prefect to avenge the prefect's design of the students.

Rumors have a market; it's normal for two powerful figures to vent their anger on a county magistrate during a power struggle.

Madam Yin has a very fiery temper, and those old men are not the type to swallow their anger.

The second reason is that the Prime Minister of Changsha intentionally gave up his subordinates in exchange for the favor of the academy.

This rumor gained traction, and while the prominent families of Jianye were surprised by the academy's change in attitude, they were not surprised by the character of the Changsha chancellor.

It's perfectly normal for shameless and greedy people to behave this way.

Looking at the changes in just two days, Yu Gong seemed to be deep in thought. Was someone trying to harm the Prefect?

No, maybe they're targeting that bastard Yin Xian.

I put down the pen and paper I was using to contact a friend and looked at the figure that had been following me around for the past two days.

"Where has Instructor Xu been staying at the post station lately?"

Zao said that Master Xu went to great lengths to help his students, reportedly by visiting officials from Chongqi's family.

Then they talked at length about how difficult things had been for Master Xu, and Qiao Feng took the opportunity to ask him a few questions, naturally keeping the old man there.

Since so many people outside knew about it, Li Juncheng naturally knew as well.

There's no smoke without fire; his hope of surviving was dwindling.

Evil thoughts kept arising in my mind, but I felt I had nowhere to vent them.

Xiaoqing and Guida continued to observe from outside the mansion.

"It feels like it's still a little short. Tomorrow will be the third day, and then we can offer our lifeline."

"I don't know how to make contact tomorrow night."

Turtle fell half a body length behind, nodding obsequiously to show that Little Green King was truly exceptionally clever, able to execute such a scheme so easily.

He is truly a wise man among demons.

"It's not that I'm smart, but that someone taught me."

"If one person says there is a tiger in the market, will the king believe it?" The king replied, "No." "If two people say there is a tiger in the market, will the king believe it?" The king replied, "No." "If three people say there is a tiger in the market, will the king believe it?" The king replied, "I will believe it."

The tactic of "three men can make a tiger" was taught to one person in Yanguan County, so it is still fresh in his mind.

It's just a change of location and a change of personnel.

Xiaoqing is a genius in this regard, and she also didn't forget to add a sentence.

This is the meaning of "Those who attain the Way receive much help".

You shameless bastard!

Don't think you can fool me just because I'm a monster. How could such despicable methods possibly earn you the support of the righteous?

Fine, whatever you say goes.

At Longjiang Pass, now that his identity as a member of the White Lotus Sect had been exposed, Shao Weng directly began to brainwash Xu Xuan.

Or rather, it brought out the foundation left by Zhu Wuyong.

Xu Xuan listened with great interest, his words occasionally plunging the old alchemist into deep thought, his eyes growing increasingly fervent.

What a promising talent! He is truly a saintly son of the White Lotus.

Of course, in the end, it all comes back to the path of killing Yin Xian and saving Jianye.

The young man had a headache; the matter of the King of Chu's sword was of utmost importance, so naturally he wouldn't say it aloud.

There's nothing that can be done if the newlyweds seize upon the fabricated divine connection.

He couldn't possibly sacrifice his own luck and fortune to kill the Prime Minister of Changsha for the sake of a promising newcomer. Given his selfishness, that's absolutely impossible.

Perhaps if Xu Xian were to suffer a bit and be tormented, he would stop having such unrealistic ideas.

"Young Master Xu, there will be a flood in four days."

"Even if you inform the whole city, no one will believe you; that's human nature."

"This is divine punishment; you'll find out when the time comes."

Xu Xian left looking utterly exhausted, as if his inner resentment was being worn away.

He changed his clothes as soon as he left Longjiang Pass, and looked radiant.

On the third day, the academy went to the Prime Minister's residence in Changsha again.

They received a warm welcome from the Changsha officials and had a very pleasant conversation.

He still refused when the topic of a certain prefectural magistrate came up, but his tone was not as forceful as it had been on the first day.

“The Prefect is my brother and friend. Perhaps his actions are somewhat inappropriate, but it is an internal matter of my Changsha Prime Minister’s residence. It would be best if the Academy did not interfere.”

Xie Yu's face lit up slightly, and he rose to take his leave.

The Changsha official rose to see him off, entrusting the other party to convey his regards to General Xie.

The prefectural magistrate inwardly chuckled bitterly; the other party hadn't even agreed to anything yet, and he already felt somewhat inappropriate.

You're a real beast!

As I stepped out of the Prime Minister's residence, I felt a chill run through me, and the gazes around me felt like sharp swords piercing my heart.

There are too many opportunists, which made him feel the sting of being naked and vulnerable.

At night, evil thoughts and despair churned in Li Juncheng's heart, and all sorts of terrible ideas surfaced, but he was frustrated because he had no power at all.

Walking into the courtyard, I felt cold and deserted, as if I could see the day it fell into ruin.

"I don't want to die."

Just as he was feeling sentimental, a flower bud appeared in the pond, and then, defying the laws of nature, it bloomed right before his eyes.

Is this a white lotus?
A breeze rises, causing countless lotus petals to dance in the courtyard.

Such a strange sight unfolded, yet no one outside the courtyard made a sound; it was both beautiful and eerie.

A powerful sound came from the wind.

"A practitioner on the path cultivates for a hundred years, grasps the true Dharma with wisdom, and is one with heaven and earth. With countless children in his heart, he suddenly understands the autumn of the world."

With white hair and a youthful face, he wore a white silk Taoist robe with gold thread, a black jade crown, auspicious cloud boots, a yin-yang fish at his waist, and held three thousand silver threads in his hand.

The old Taoist priest calmly stepped onto the lotus petals and slowly descended, exuding a lofty and mysterious aura.

"I am Qingzhuo Sanren."

Prefect Li was stunned. An extraordinary person?!
The wind hadn't stopped, and the petals continued to fall, all because one more person was about to arrive.

"Neither heaven nor earth, born among men. Fearless of life, fearless of death, its flowers bloom and fade away."

"When the lotus blooms, I see you; I am the White Lotus Monk."

Clad in white robes and black shoes, stepping on lotus blossoms with every step, the monk, carrying the meaning of compassion and the cycle of life and death, descends before us, his simplicity imbued with ethereal beauty, and his ethereal beauty revealing a profound sense of annihilation.

Such attire suggests either a high-ranking monk or a heretical monk.

"If you don't want to die, then don't die."

The monk's words immediately silenced all the questions that were swirling in Li Juncheng's mind; they had struck a chord with him.

Could it be that a celestial being or Buddha sent by Heaven has come to save me?!
My mind was racing with a mix of emotions: doubt, excitement, and fear.

Of course, there are still some reservations, as the words "white lotus" are somewhat taboo.

The monk seemed to sense the other person's unease, so he added another sentence.

"Don't be afraid, we are members of the White Lotus Sect."

The prefect knelt down immediately; he was terrified, terrified to death.

(End of this chapter)