Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 285 Food and sex are human nature
When Ji Zaochen's name was announced, both Lushan Donglu Zao and Ning Caichen sensed something at the same time.

I think I heard Ji Rui's voice? *2
I felt uneasy.

"Me too."

The two frowned slightly. With Master Xu by their side, nothing should go wrong, so why did they have this premonition?

Outside the mural, the demonic monk spoke to the two:

"Illusions are created by people; this saying is similar to that of the wise. When people have lustful thoughts, they create illicit realms; when people have illicit thoughts, they create terrifying realms. Bodhisattvas enlighten the ignorant, and a thousand illusions arise together."

The general idea is that illusions are created by people. When people have lustful thoughts, they create states of contempt; when people have impure thoughts, they create states of terror. Bodhisattvas enlighten the dull and unenlightened, explaining that a thousand illusions arise, but in reality, they are all the result of the mind's wandering.

Xu Xuan nodded, indicating his understanding.

Then, without warning, a Gui Water Yin Thunderbolt was thrown out.

Gui water belongs to Yin, like the boundless waters of the ocean, unable to nurture all things. A somber thunderclap spread across the painted wall, flashing several times before vanishing without a trace.

"Completely unharmed," the demonic monk said, his tone shifting from surprise to lightheartedness, seemingly pleased to see someone suffer a setback.

“In the painting, I am like a Bodhisattva, a Buddha, or a demon. What can you do to me?”

It was indeed difficult to solve. Then Xu Xuan looked at the old monk who was deep in thought, meaning, "Why don't you give it a try?"

"Look at him, he's useless. This is a painting made by the Holy Mother. Back then, we attacked Tantric Buddhism, set foot in Zen Buddhism, entered the capital, climbed the Dragon and Tiger Mountains, and took the Om Mani Padme Hum, the Anpan Shouyi Sutra, the Dao Shu, the Taiwei Shengxuan Sutra, and other scriptures and made them our own."

"This painting is neither an illusion nor a dream; only the Purple Gold Bowl within the sect can suppress it."

"You ask my senior brother, would he dare?"

The old monk would indeed not use it. In theory, only Ruoxu could wield the Purple Gold Bowl, and if it were truly brought out, the Tranquil Pool would vanish, and the scholar trapped inside would disappear without a trace.

Xu Xuan felt a nameless anger rising within him. Seeing the scholar in the mural seemingly in danger, his gaze grew increasingly menacing.

"Using ordinary people as threats, is this the style of your White Lotus Cult?"

The demonic monk remained calm and unmoved by provocation, simply saying:
"Ji Zaochen has an extraordinary destiny, is both intelligent and brave, and has an amazing will. How could he be an ordinary person?"

Ji Zaochen. Just hearing his name suggests he's learned something truly valuable. It's just unexpected that he'd receive such high praise.

However, saving lives is the most important thing right now.

So Master Fahai began to demonstrate his masterful ability to break the precept against verbal abuse, launching a tirade against the White Lotus Sect, which made the demonic monk in the mural turn pale.

Isn't it too filthy? And what's with the idea that the Virgin Mary won't bless bald monks? That's going too far.

All I could do was snort.

"The only way to save him is to enter the painting."

"please!"

Entering the realm of painting means one has the power to control life and death; no normal practitioner would choose this path.

But unfortunately, neither of these two is normal.

The old monk felt it was his responsibility to drag innocent people into this, so he took a step forward and decided to fight his junior brother.

Xu Xuan, however, felt a murderous intent in his heart and, not wanting to wait any longer, also walked forward.

Once inside the painting, a two-on-one situation should be fine.

The two approached the mural and stepped in together. Xu Xuan felt a suction force and began to enter the painting by following the force.

Suddenly, a finger emerged from the mural, launching a ruthless sneak attack on the old monk with a dazzling and colorful move.

The old monk clasped his hands together, the Pure Land protecting him from all harm.

Then, without any hindrance, the light spot was sent into the space between the eyebrows.

“I, your junior brother, have been sitting in meditation for fifty years, and I specially created an illusion for you, senior brother.” “Back then, the reason why the Buddhist temple’s grandeur was able to trap Monk Daoyi for ten years was because he was not free from the six senses and his Buddhist heart was not firm.”

“Brother, your Buddhist teachings are profound, so today I will use past scenes to trap you for ten days.”

Three hundred years ago, a Buddhist disciple was born into the world. He entered the Pure Land School and spent a hundred days building his foundation, achieving a new level of understanding each year. After comprehending the true meaning of the White Lotus's salvation of the world, he betrayed the school.

The Pure Land School was in chaos that day. Flames soared into the sky, Buddha statues wept, and the lamps in front of the Patriarch Hall went out one after another.

The old monk's eyes dimmed instantly, and he became hopelessly lost in his own world.

The demonic monk had also devoted most of his energy to this place, and he could leave at his leisure once the final restriction was broken.

As for the other person, he never even noticed him; he could simply let him remain a ghost in a painting.

Xu Xuan made no response to this, so what if his strong reinforcements were lost?

Those he wants to save are those who have died but have been resurrected.

Even the gods of the underworld must die if he wants to kill them.

Seeing the bloodstains appearing on the scholar figure in the mural, he stepped inside without hesitation.

Save people first, then subdue the demon.

Within the mural, Ji Rui indeed encountered a severe challenge.

This goddess has a rather unrestrained way of doing things.

Food and sex are human nature.

Ji's previous understanding was wrong and rudimentary. Thanks to Teacher Xu's explanation, she learned that the meaning of these four words is: It is human nature to like beautiful things.

Only in this way can one be worthy of their current situation.

This woman didn't seek fame or fortune; she was beautiful, had a great figure, and a good personality. She kept flirting with him and speaking sweet words.
No matter what ridiculous reasons I gave, the other party would accept them and even offer gentle comfort.

A raised hand, a furrowed brow—all exude an invisible attraction, like a cup of fragrant tea.

Even the hardest steel can be melted into silk; this skill far surpasses that of those in small pleasure boats.

The longer you spend time together, the less you can control yourself.

He would never dare to touch a woman who immediately demands pleasure.

He silently reminded himself: I must stay calm. I am not from a noble family, my knowledge is not very advanced, I cannot play a piece of music that will amaze the audience, I do not have the heart of a hero, and I do not understand the spirit of righteousness.

There must be something fishy about a goddess descending from the heavens to ask for a union.

Although he was a playboy, he was also a smart man. A person who wasn't smart wouldn't be so outstanding in the Ming Suan subject.

Recalling Chongqi's holiday handbook and Haya's experience, he immediately whispered:
"A scholar cannot lack breadth of vision and resolute will, for his burden is heavy and his journey is long. Is it not a heavy responsibility to take benevolence as one's own? Is it not a long journey to strive until death?"

Once, twice, three times, four times.

The more I memorized, the clearer my mind and eyes felt, and my somewhat muddled thoughts began to function again.

I forcefully suppressed the burning desire in my heart. However, my wrists would ache from memorizing too much; this is called a conditioned reflex.

The goddess, however, did not find it very pleasant.

Back then, Zhu Wuyong was an exceptional talent who went to the capital to participate in the imperial examination. His ability to cultivate his mind and calm his spirit was unparalleled. Yet, he was still captivated by the goddess and they made love on the spot. His mental state was disrupted in the painting.

This scholar is a bit different; it seems I'll have to use some ruthless methods.

The goddesses in the murals are all battle-hardened women, and even have a bit of a competitive spirit.

The demonic monk was also surprised. This scholar who fell down was strange. Could he really be a scholar who was a once-in-a-century talent?
Next, Ji Rui learned that he had landed in an extraordinary place—the Immortal Realm.

(End of this chapter)