Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 288 Fahai, do you know your mistake?
Who are you?
He is your father, who is not related to you by blood.

Xu Xuan could rattle off all his titles like a menu, each one cool, arrogant, and domineering, but this is the Pure Land Sect.

He placed one palm in front of his chest, his Confucian robes transformed into a white gown, and an aura of compassion surrounded him, yet his eyes were filled with an invincible and domineering gaze.

He raised his head and said:

"If you ask my Dharma name?"

"Boundless magical power, capable of splitting seas and collapsing mountains!"

"Are you aware of this?"

I know, but you, little monk, are far too arrogant.

The demonic monk felt that engaging in cryptic banter at this time was extremely distasteful. What difference would it make if he simply said the name Fahai? Wasn't he just being pretentious?

However, the other party possessed an indescribable aura that made him dare not be negligent, which only made him more irritable.

Since you're pretending, I'll pretend too. Buddhism is best at packaging, and the White Lotus is also an expert in this art.

He released a terrifying aura, sat cross-legged on the ground, where thousands of lotus flowers bloomed, and auspicious energy flowed behind him, with Buddha's light shining on this world like the morning sun.

The grand sound, like the morning bell and evening drum, resounded powerfully, and the heavenly sound was like thunder.

"Little monk Fahai, do you know who I am?"

Many monks have read the Mahayana Bodhisattva Treasury Sutra, and every talented person can comprehend a lion's roar.

Compared to Ruoxu's domineering and powerful demeanor, the Demonic Monk's roar carried more of an unassailable authority.

With a single sound, all demons submit. The Buddha of this realm must possess supreme power.

The echoes of the last few words resonated deeply, striking straight to the heart. Those lacking composure were terrified and would inevitably answer any questions asked.

Unfortunately, Xu had seen countless unparalleled masters in the world, and such an aura was merely like a gentle breeze.

He returned the greeting in a perfunctory manner.

"I have certainly heard of your great reputation."

“Fahai, a lay disciple of the Pure Land School, has met an unnamed traitor of the Pure Land School, a prisoner of the Tranquil Pool for fifty years, an outcast of the White Lotus Sect, and a bald monk who bullies the weak.”

Zen Master Fahai never practiced verbal misconduct.

Putting a famous person and an unknown traitor together is incredibly ironic. What's a mere prisoner pretending to be so great? He bullied my student one minute, and now he's acting like a wise man the next. What a joke he is.

A surge of rage welled up within the demonic monk, his soul rising with fury. Blood gushed from the scar on his face, the pain from the precise stab wound causing him immense agony.

Especially the abandoned children of the White Lotus!
I am a top expert, possessing the special magic weapon, the Painted Wall. I held a high position in the sect and had extensive connections. Why is no one here to save me?
This is not the fault of the White Lotus Sect. While the old monk was in prison, the sect was wiped out by Yu Gong and others. The new White Lotus Sect also did not have the ability to provoke the number one sect of Buddhism.

It's hard to say whether they've even forgotten about this senior figure.

As for being called a traitor to the Pure Land School, I didn't care; I was tired of hearing it more than two hundred years ago.

At this moment, the demonic monk suppressed his urge to grind the other party to dust with his supreme self-control and asked the second question by pointing to the sky.

"Junior, how did you do that?"

Illusions are created by people, not something that can be obtained simply by my own will. If that were the case, this world of murals would have become a joke long ago, and the abbot would not have allowed himself to hide in the painting.

This place gathers the essence of dozens of illusionary dream techniques from both Buddhism and Taoism, taking the Holy Mother's all-knowing wisdom as the general principle and relying on its own foundation, and has never failed in its mission for hundreds of years.

How did Fahai's Taoist cultivation break through the sky and tear apart the mural itself?

There must be something hidden here!
Zen Master Fahai was speechless. Was he really such an easy person to talk to?
Or is it time for us to explain our skills to each other?

Of course, considering the blood on the other person's face, I still told them some truths, and incidentally, I also wanted to put them in their place.

"You can't see the true face of Mount Lu because you are in the mountain itself."

"What do you mean?" "I have only been cultivating for a few years. How could I possibly have the power to break through this realm? There are only two possibilities."

The demonic monk leaned forward, listening intently, while inwardly mocking the young monk for being so pedantic, answering every question the enemy asked.

Who would have thought that this little monk wasn't a good person?

"One is that Buddha protects me."

The demonic monk sneered, saying that if the Buddha were still alive, he would not have lived to this day, and even the golden alms bowl could not contain the tranquil pool.

"One is that your Virgin Mary no longer protects you."

A very reasonable analysis, even part of the truth.

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Kill him, that's all.

The demonic monk had faith, and such people are the most fanatical, while Xu Xuan did not, so he seized the opportunity to attack the monk's weaknesses relentlessly.

The Pure Land School has fallen so low that it can even accept monks who don't cultivate their speech; he wants to clean up the mess for his senior brother.

Letting the blood continue to drip from his face, the demonic monk indulged his emotions. The last trace of the restriction was about to be released. Before leaving, he wanted to rid the White Lotus Sect and the Pure Land Sect of this lawless monk Fahai.

The various magical powers converged and formed a lotus flower that bloomed above the head.

"My cultivation began before the white lotus, and I attained enlightenment after the white lotus."

"She descended as a saint to save humanity, and the old monk willingly sat down to protect her."

“You young upstart, you don’t know the times, you don’t understand the true Dharma, you don’t speak of compassion, you only rely on your words.”

"Let me atone for my sins with my life in this mural world today."

The demonic monk touched the ground with his finger, and the world in the mural froze again. He controlled the wind, rain, sunlight, flowers, and trees in his mind; this was an absolute authority.

This finger gesture also carried a wondrous rhythm, using a special method to evoke a resonance between the painted mural and the surrounding world.

Boundless primordial energy began to gather, pouring into his body like a celestial river.

The earth flowed towards the demon monk's feet like water, piling up sand to form towers and earth to form mountains, a thousand years passing in the blink of an eye.

From mounds to hills, and then to mountain peaks, the transformation of the world can happen in the blink of an eye.

Finally, the mountain soared into the clouds, like a sacred place for preaching, with golden Buddha light illuminating the world.

At the same time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth appeared on the sacred mountain, spreading out clouds and mist, gushing forth spiritual springs, and the trees grew lush and green, producing the four treasures of gold, silver, lapis lazuli, and crystal.

Adorned with Buddhist scenes such as the Seven-Jeweled Golden Canopy and Seven-Jeweled Flowers and Leaves, it is almost comparable to a miniature Western Paradise.

The demonic monk sat atop the mountain, gazing down at that tiny dot in the mural world.

"Fahai, do you know your mistake!"

The heavenly sound was so powerful that it pierced through the clouds, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

Fahai did not respond, but instead touched the ground with his hand, as if sensing something.

The demonic monk frowned. This junior was incredibly arrogant. Did he think he could change the world like I could?
Since that's the case, I'll make you give up!

With a wave of his hand, golden light gathered in the void, and thousands of divine beings clad in iron armor emerged. Their faces were as black as lacquer, they were three zhang tall, and they held rope locks and carried large hammers and swords.

They stood on clouds, surrounding the sacred mountain, each exuding a murderous aura, as if they could descend from the clouds at any moment to kill those who disrespected the gods and Buddhas.

This is the manifestation of the suffering caused by the resentment and hatred of those who entered the mural. The more they did not want to meet gods and humans, the more fear they had, and the more they would leave behind this feeling.

With another wave of his hand, hundreds of celestial maidens, adorned with wondrous demonic forms, danced in the air, their robes loosened, their skin glowing, their voices alluring, and the flowers they scattered carrying a seductive intent.

Desires can overwhelm one's self-control, but if one is willing to submit to the gods, one can attain great bliss on the spot.

(End of this chapter)