Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 284 Ji Zaochen

"Junior brother was already proficient in illusion techniques. After betraying the sect, he even followed the White Lotus to fight against the Illusion Sect, using the grandeur of Buddhism to trap Monk Daoyi for ten years."

Xu Xuan was speechless. You guys had so many talented people back then. The title of the number one sect in Buddhism is well-deserved.

The two continued walking forward, and just as they were about to approach the golden gate, another change occurred.

Six streams of air overflowed from behind the door, blocking the way ahead, and began to converge into a hazy human shape as they twisted.

"What kind of method is this?"

"Lust, desire for physical appearance, desire for dignified bearing, desire for beautiful speech and voice, desire for smoothness and softness, desire for human appearance. Zen masters should be careful, for the six desires can lead to the demonization of the beautiful things in one's heart."

Oh, so all of this boils down to lust. This demonic monk is quite lewd.

But then again, what kind of high-class person could someone be who would use murals to seduce scholars into having sex?

"Rest assured, elder, I am against lust."

Hmm~~~~ This young lady~~~
Her hair was as black as a waterfall, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, and her skin was like solidified cream. Upon closer inspection, she looked eight or nine parts like Bai Nian, and one or two parts like other girls.

Judging solely by appearance, it's a bit like hitting the nail on the head.

A beautiful woman walked slowly over, her swaying figure exuding a captivating charm; her curves were simply too much.

Her face still held an unprecedentedly shy expression, making someone's heart itch unbearably.

"Chinese characters~~~"

Wow~~ That sound is incredible.

Okay, it's a super special version of the White Girl.

You demonic monk, what are you researching all day that you've managed to find our Achilles' heel?

So a hand reached out and touched the swan's white, luminous neck, grabbing it tightly.

The white-clad girl's struggles were enough to drive anyone mad, and her voice was enough to make anyone waver involuntarily.

But the monk's hand kept contracting like a hydraulic clamp, and his eyes were full of disdain.

"The girl is indeed very beautiful, but I only have love in my heart."

With a crack, the world became clear.

The old monk beside him was overjoyed to see Fahai freed from his predicament.

It's normal for him to see through skin, flesh, and bones after hundreds of years of cultivation; I never expected that a young, vigorous junior could do it so quickly. He's practically a born monk.

Xu Xuan was also feeling lingering fear. This wasn't the first time he had experienced the allure of illusions, and he might find it difficult to resist the illusions that revealed his inner weaknesses.

Fortunately, the White Lotus Descent True Scripture specializes in cultivating the soul and spirit, and the Sixteen Scenes of Nirvana also include the White Bone Form; otherwise, I would have almost made a fool of myself.

If he himself is like this, wouldn't Ji Rui be a dried-up corpse by now?
After catching their breath, the two continued on their way.

This time, nothing else went wrong until we reached the Buddhist temple.

The old monk chanted mantras and slowly pushed open the door with his withered hand.

Behind the door, countless chains blocked the view of the mural, all of which had become the enemy's claws.

The old monk stepped forward without a word, a faint golden light emanating from his body, as the chains lashed out with tremendous force.

clang clang clang.
Golden flames exploded, seemingly about to turn the newcomer into mincemeat. But none of this could stop the gaunt body from advancing steadily.

"Om!"

coax!
With a slightly hunched body, he uttered a single word, shattering all the chains, and the view suddenly went blank.

A colossal wall, five zhang long and one zhang high, stood here, its surface adorned with exquisite paintings depicting lifelike figures. Layer upon layer of palaces and pavilions stretched out, a scene far removed from the human world. An old monk sat on a preaching platform, surrounded by a large crowd of onlookers. Among them were celestial beings, dragons, goddesses, scholars, and common laborers.

"Junior brother, you still haven't turned back."

The old monk was somewhat saddened. Fifty years had passed, yet he still couldn't change the other's mind. He had even lifted the restrictions set up by the abbot. Such talent had not been used for the right path.

The demonic monk preaching in the mural turned to look outside. He spoke calmly, showing no panic at being discovered as he was about to escape. "Senior brother, Bai Lian did nothing wrong, and I did nothing wrong either."

The two didn't fight; they just reminisced.

The two engaged in a fierce debate over whether Bai Lian was right or wrong, just like more than two hundred years ago, with neither willing to concede to the other.

Finally, the old monk got angry because he couldn't argue with his junior brother.

Having been in the world for many years, and often devising plots to bewitch scholars, he has indeed accumulated a wealth of experience. Even Xu Xuan thought what he said was quite brilliant.

"Junior brother, no matter what you're going to do, you shouldn't capture a mortal with bad luck. Let him out."

"You might not believe it, but he fell into the painting himself."

I believe it. Zen Master Fahai jumps out and says, "Give me the unlucky guy, and then you brothers can have a good chat."

The demonic monk scrutinized the unordained monk, wondering if sects had become so lax in their practices after fifty years.

But
"This person can't go back."

What do you mean?
Lightning crackled between Xu Xuan's palms, as if afraid the other party would say something like he had just broken his vow of celibacy.

The old monk was also very serious. If it was truly beyond redemption, then he would ask the Purple Gold Bowl to suppress and kill his junior brother.

"This person is far more extraordinary."

Time rewinds, and Ji Rui falls continuously from the Tranquility Pool, eventually falling into the clouds.

It crashed into a pool of water, startling the goddess who was bathing.

The other person was initially surprised, but then calmly allowed the visitor to look at them, with a curious expression on their face.

This scholar came in the wrong way.

Ji Rui, surprised, glanced at her a few times and thought, "What an open and honest woman, with an exceptionally broad mind."

He then realized that this was a very dangerous act.

So he immediately covered his eyes to show that he was a virtuous gentleman.

He even loudly recited lines like "A gentleman is lustful but not lewd, his emotions arise from his feelings but are restrained by propriety," sitting in the pool exuding an aura of righteousness that didn't exist.

It wasn't that he wasn't lustful, but rather that he remembered Xu Shifa's Chongqi holiday handbook.

It is clearly stated above that when encountering supernatural events, any act of peeping at women will come at a terrible price, ranging from blindness to death from exhaustion.

What's even more terrifying is that you might not know what kind of person Yan Hao is; she might be an old woman or a hermaphrodite.

Ji Rui was very obedient in such matters. He was rich, handsome, and had a high social standing; he could easily enter brothels and pleasure boats. Of course, he wouldn't let such lustful desires lead to his untimely death.

Only the goddess used magic to pry open his arms and force his eyes open.

Ji Rui sighed. He knew he couldn't dodge any longer at this point, so he immediately straightened his back.

The manual says that in this situation, you must play the role of a proper scholar. As long as you are not tempted, you have a 50% chance of getting through the crisis.

Moreover, if he falls here, Master Xu will definitely come to save him.

So the two men went into the woman's boudoir, the fragrance constantly wafting into their noses, how utterly despicable.

Why doesn't the young master look at me?

"He has an eye disease and can't distinguish between humans and ghosts from three steps away."

The woman moved closer, almost pressing against him. Her alluring face filled his vision, its seductive power making even this seasoned man somewhat unable to resist.

"Young master, you are quite witty. May I ask your name?"

"Ji Zaochen".

　It's time to give Ji some extra help; I haven't figured out how to write the rest yet.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)