Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 283 Nobody in the Pure Land

Zen Master Fahai and the nameless old monk stood by the Tranquil Pond, the atmosphere somewhat tense.

"A monk doesn't lie to another monk, you mean the monk down there doesn't eat people?"

“That’s right, he hasn’t broken his vow against killing yet.”

The old monk was a proper monk, the kind who didn't lie.

Therefore, Zen Master Fahai put away the Gui Water Yin Thunder that he had been holding back.

This was a protective item given to him by the Little Green King because he saw that he had no divine weapon to protect him.

In reality, Xu Xuan was not unhurried, but this was the ancestral temple of Donglin Temple, protected by the Pure Land of Bodhisattvas.

Anyone capable of causing trouble in the ancestral temple must be no ordinary person. Hopefully, Ji Rui's strange fate of turning major disasters into minor ones can hold on a little longer.

But how can a monk who doesn't break the precept against killing become a demonic monk? Is the threshold for this profession really that low?

The old monk also breathed a sigh of relief.

He only said "let him suppress the demon," so why did he immediately flip the table?

At least we should hear which demon it is and how to suppress him.

With this weapon in Fahai's hand, the entire Tranquil Pool could be sent flying into the sky, at which point the Pure Land Sect would be utterly disgraced.

Moreover, the Gui water is extremely weak, reaching the heavens. When it obtains the dragon's blessing, its power transforms into divine intervention.

The level of someone who can refine Yin Thunder into a drop of water is several levels higher than him; he must have a master behind him.

"Ahem, who is that person down there who dares to commit violence here?"

The story didn't go as expected; the bigger and more prestigious the sect, the more complex the karmic connections.

The Pure Land School produced a White Lotus Holy Mother who almost dominated the entire spiritual practice world, and the sect she founded nearly overturned the secular world.

His first batch of followers were naturally from the same school, and many traitors who had committed murder were killed by the former abbot and elders in earlier years.

The demonic monk who was about to escape was tracked down in the capital, and he was brought back and imprisoned along with the wall.

Because this place is where pure land demon monks who are well-versed in Buddhist doctrines are imprisoned, it is extremely dangerous for ordinary monks to enter, as they are very easy to be corrupted by evil thoughts and betray their sect.

Therefore, unless there is a false order, this place is a forbidden area where no one is allowed to enter.

"The interior of the Tranquil Pool is a place for quiet reflection on one's faults; one can either turn back to the right path or perish and be annihilated."

Xu Xuanting felt a chill run down her spine. Her senior brother had said something similar before; it turned out there were real cases.

And murals?

Suddenly, I remembered the first gift I received when I started my business, which seemed to have been obtained through the trickery of that evil monk.

After leaving the mural, he experienced a series of misfortunes, and in his grief and indignation, he joined the church.

Sigh, he really hated these mystical monks. The less they killed, the more troublesome they were. Now that Ji Rui was in their hands, he wondered if he had been marked as well.

"In that case, why not unleash the power of the Pure Land, or gather our fellow disciples to subdue the demons together?"

According to someone's opinion, what's the use of keeping such a monk around? Wouldn't it be better to just exile him sooner rather than later?

Then you get answers like "be compassionate" and "turn back before it's too late."

They were once the backbone or even top forces within the sect, and it's not that no one turned back and recovered their strength.

As for now, we don't have enough people to call in for a fight.

"When the world is in chaos, the Tao is waning and demons are rising. The enlightened ones in the mountains have all entered the world to suppress evil spirits or the evil energy of the earth's veins in order to reduce the impact on the secular world."

"If we summon our fellow disciples, it will cause many ferocious creatures and demons to emerge from the outside world, which will only lead to widespread suffering."

The Pure Land School is truly going all out to continue the fortune that was taken away by the White Lotus Sect and to uphold the Pure Land Dharma. Of course, their actions are worthy of admiration.

There was a fellow disciple guarding Yicheng, and Xu Xuan greeted him when he passed by on the Yangtze River.

In short, the power within the mountain gate can easily destroy the space inside the pool, but Ji will ascend to paradise together.

"Now only our combined spiritual realms can resist evil thoughts. Zen Master, please." Faced with this invitation, what could Fahai do but go and meet the other party?

Of course, the elders should go first.

The two stepped into the Tranquility Pool.

The world has changed, and everything before our eyes is now completely different.

Although it is only the size of a small courtyard, it feels boundless in perception; that's the magical nature of a pure land.

The space is filled with countless chants of Buddhist hymns. Every morning prayer and the sounds of bells and drums are heard here to help people repent and turn back to the right path.

Centered around the Tranquil Pool, several bluestone paths extend out, leading to Buddhist temples.

Some have collapsed into ruins, some remain intact with their doors wide open, and others emit dazzling golden light and chanting.

The explanation states that the first scenario involves someone who is unable to convince themselves of their past, and thus disintegrates their inner self to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. (They die.)

The second type is the ordinary monk who turns back to the right path and resumes their Buddhist practice. These are the few who remain silent in the main hall. (Revived)

The third type is the person you need to interact with.

Xu Xuan looked around at the various Buddhist halls. The number was decent, less than he had imagined.

"Most of them committed unforgivable crimes and were directly killed, their relics were placed under the Vajra Platform."

"Only a few will still have a chance."

The old monk spoke in a very plain manner, but only he knew the extent of the blood and tears he had shed.

The abbot's passing away was also due to this, and Ruoxu's ability to inherit the abbot's position so easily was also due to this.

There's no need to hide these secrets here. Master Fahai was an upright monk, and it was necessary for him to know some of the sect's past experiences to serve as a warning.

Of course, this is not about inheriting hatred, but simply telling future generations that they must be careful and cautious when seeking the Tao.

The old monk walked ahead, explaining that his main purpose in coming here was to save people, and that subduing demons would come later.

Even if the opponent escapes, it doesn't matter; we can catch him again when Ruoxu returns.

It's fair to say the old monk was compassionate, as if he was afraid someone might go to extremes and sacrifice Ji Rui.

Xu Xuan was speechless; that was my student.

And how did you come to the conclusion that I'm extreme?

Oh, so you mean the three paths of a Bodhisattva's teachings? Well, I won't argue with you about that.

Thinking back to the day I received my Dharma name, people looked at my two other paths, and this advice made a lot of sense.

As I walked with the old monk, I felt an unusual tranquility, and the world seemed to expand more and more, with the stone path beneath my feet appearing to stretch on forever.

Fantasy?

With a change of heart, the stone path ahead transformed into countless steps, seemingly leading to the heavens, endless and boundless.

Above the steps, there is wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, and divine beasts and gods guard it. Only the golden Buddhist hall at the end still stands there, as if the truth still exists in the world.

Beneath my feet lay a bottomless abyss, its darkness inspiring fear.

A wind blew from all around, penetrating to the bone and making the body sway even more, as if it were about to fall.

Xu Xuan was so angry he laughed.

What a load of rubbish! Giving me this long and arduous path to enlightenment?! Are all monks these days like this? Always doing something flashy and frivolous.

The white lotus in his heart directly saw through the illusion, and he even pretended to spout nonsense: "All phenomena are illusory!"

Sure enough, the illusion disappeared, and the old monk was looking at him with a look of satisfaction.

"With a Buddha-like heart and insightful eyes, he truly deserves the favor of the patriarch."

"The rules here have been infiltrated; we need to be careful from now on."

(End of this chapter)