Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 265 Leaderless
The more Xu Xuan slashed, the more inexplicably happy he felt. The calamity energy resonated with the White Lotus Descent Scripture, causing him to break free from the original form of the Holy Mother and begin a new evolution.

They immediately went all out!

A halo appeared behind him, like the light of a deity's wisdom. In reality, it was a manifestation of the Pure Land combined with the karmic force of the Heavenly Dao left by Guo Bei. At this moment, it was coated with a layer of light, like a golden wheel.

Chains flew out and transformed into thunder, sealing the heavens and earth. Even if the dragon shadow changed a thousand times, it could not escape the Holy Father's Calamity Demon Realm.

Clang clang clang.
First, the dragon's claws were bound, then the binding spread throughout its entire body.

After being locked, the sound of metal clashing was incessant. The golden scales were as hard as the weapons of the world, and they were struggling against their fate with tremendous force.

The karmic demons in Xushi's Little Western Paradise are of extremely high quality; they are all monsters that are dead beyond any possibility of death.

Under the command of the former Black Crocodile King, it kept dragging one end of the chain, constantly resurrecting and getting up, never letting go even in death.

Amidst wailing and howling, and the thunder and lightning, the battle reached its final climax.

One, two, three—it's so easy to slaughter them.

People on the ground watched the projection in the sky with trepidation.

Lightning illuminated the sky, casting a rare spectacle.

The giant in the clouds pressed down on the dragon's head with one hand, while raising the divine weapon high in the other.

With a mournful cry, the dragon's head was severed and plummeted to the ground.

"Only when there is no leader can the world prosper."

The thunderous roar carried a divine message, filling the surrounding lands with fear and terror!
After all the dragon shadows were killed, this upheaval finally came to an end.

As the sword light carried the two souls back to their bodies, the dark clouds began to slowly dissipate.

The man returns to his abode, the sword returns to its sheath.

Xu Xuan opened his eyes and felt refreshed, his spiritual path advancing another step.

Xiaoqing's eyes, on the other hand, held a newfound wisdom and sharpness.

Standing amidst the clear air, Yu Gong breathed a sigh of relief; this kid had really saved him.

Xu Hanwen was well hidden; it was unexpected that he was actually a descendant of those thieving bald men from the Pure Land School. His compassion at the crucial moment was indeed remarkable.

Having the awareness to sacrifice one's life is a great virtue.

Moreover, his daily behavior already shows signs of breaking down barriers, no wonder I misjudged him at first.

He's a monk, but he's many times stronger than that wicked monk in the capital.

Just a demon soldier
The matter of the demon soldiers slaying the dragon inevitably caused some unease, which conflicted with many of the Confucian ideological foundations.

Well, the Pure Land School is best at suppressing evil, and given the other person's magnanimity, they certainly won't go astray.

This shows that no amount of talk is as effective as setting a real example.

In the old man's eyes, Xu Hanwen's exposure of his identity in a near-death situation, and his efforts to lift the demonic soldiers' suppression in order to save Jianye, were all achievements worthy of trust.

Moreover, the Pure Land School is the foremost school of Buddhism, although there have been some historical discords.

However, for the next three hundred years, they fought on the front lines of suppressing evil spirits, and the sect's reputation was impeccable.

As he pondered, he felt the tremors of the earth beneath his feet gradually subside, and he began to slowly withdraw his strength.

However, this process will take quite a while.

As the saying goes, illness comes like a landslide, but recovery is like pulling silk from a cocoon. Today, someone punctured a major artery in the earth's veins, almost causing it to collapse. Even with a blood transfusion, it will take time to slowly mend it.

After the old man relaxed, he felt pain all over his body, a piercing pain coming from his internal organs to his bones.

At my age, I suddenly risked my life and almost started the banquet. Am I really getting old?

But the old man's suffering had only just begun.

The staff of Baoan Hall in the Prime Minister's residence began the arduous task of wrapping up the work.

The scale of this mission and the number of people involved are simply terrifying.

Even Master Mao, who had been silently supporting them all along, felt a little uneasy this time. Sigh.
It's difficult, but we have to do it. For example, we need to go to the study to check if there are any flaws in Yin Xian's body, and we also need to perform a soul-dispelling and spirit-destroying ritual for this deceased Changsha Prime Minister.

Evidence in every corner must be secured to ensure an ironclad case that no one can overturn.

Gui Da followed behind, quietly learning, and was filled with emotion as he watched his boss and Master Mao's professional actions.

The clinic's services are incredibly comprehensive.

Xu Xuan, on the other hand, was even busier.

The fortunes of the Great Jin Dynasty were slowly shifting back to Jianye, and he, the Holy Father, began to race against time to make final clean-up and arrangements.

Immediately, using the White Lotus Dharma Image, he manipulated numerous military officers to mobilize the troops in the city to withdraw from Jianye and return to their barracks.

Then they started tallying battle losses and achievements, followed by a frenzy of forging various documents.

Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, dozens of officials wrote hundreds of transfer documents, all of which were stamped with the military seal.

The situation is more complicated for civil officials, who need to write more petitions and establish the overall tone of the matter as a decision made by everyone.

Fortunately, at this time everyone was truly united, and with the coordination of all parties and the already leaky bureaucracy, a semblance of a resolution was achieved.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Great Jin Dynasty's fortunes had not yet returned, they began to collectively delete and modify memories.

Finally, all the officials who had finished their preparations went to Longjiang Pass to welcome Yu Dingguo, the great hero who had saved Jiangnan.

As the people walked along the road, they were once again protected by the officialdom's fortune, and the last trace of influence completely disappeared.

The Holy Father has officially left the game; forgetting each other in the vast world is the best ending.

The officials were stunned, and then exclamations of "Holy crap!" echoed throughout the room.

Was that me before?!

"Sigh, why was I so brave before? I didn't even run away."

These words resonated with everyone. They all talk about being upright gentlemen, but in reality, they praise both thieves and prostitutes.

Under normal circumstances, we would have been the first to evacuate from the danger zone.

What intention is there to live or die with Jianye? Could it be that you've really developed feelings for it after staying there for so long?

"Gold and silver items haven't even caught my eye before, so what do you have to say?"

Heartbroken, regretful.

Even if the soldiers entering the city weren't as unruly as the border tribes, it was normal for them to make a small fortune.

The result is that they regard gold and silver as dirt; what kind of mentality is that?

"What's this? I slapped my nephew a few times. You've gone so far as to turn your back on your own family. I don't know how you'll get home tonight."

Although the military commander outwardly expressed regret, he was secretly delighted, having long wanted to slap that little bastard.

He usually speaks without any respect for elders, but this time he finally got what he wanted.

As for how to get home?

The Yin family is in deep trouble this time, and the several powerful families they rely on will also suffer.

For those with limited means, it's simply a matter of jumping to another boat.

The other military commander truly regretted it.

"I personally beheaded forty-seven garrison soldiers who committed crimes, including one of my personal guards. So what?"

Everyone mourned for him, saying, "You'd better be a disciplined officer from now on, or you might get stabbed in the back."

At this moment, someone asked, "What have you done now, Registrar?"

The clerk of the internal treasury shuddered, a few images flashing through his mind, but he simply said that he was only responsible for compiling statistics on supplies for disaster relief and knew nothing else.

(End of this chapter)