Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 294 Raising Demons Requires Self-Respect; Humans Are More Poisonous Than Demons

The adults numbly carried their children and continued forward, seemingly oblivious to the predators waiting to feast behind them, or perhaps they had no means to fight off the pack of wild beasts and could only rely on running fast to survive.

Master Mao, being a virtuous and accomplished man, naturally couldn't stand by and watch. He jumped down and quickly killed the alpha wolf, scattering the pack.

The ragged refugees, led by the village chief, immediately knelt down and kowtowed to their benefactors, but some of them were so weak that they fainted as soon as they squatted down.

The Taoist priest hurriedly poured the talisman ash into a bowl, dissolved it in hot water, and fed it to the person, thus saving many lives.

"With demons causing such chaos, isn't the magistrate doing anything about it?"

The village chief looked at Master Mao with a puzzled expression.

"Demons? Even if there are demons, how many people could they possibly eat?"

Ok?
Are all of you fleeing not to escape demons?
"You are a recluse, so you know nothing of worldly affairs."

"No matter how powerful this demon is, how can it be as powerful as the county magistrate or the prefect?"

Only after careful questioning did he learn the truth, leaving the old Taoist priest with mixed feelings.

We are powerless against the demons in people's hearts.

The governor of Xin'an County openly engaged in the practice of raising demons to enhance his own power.

After taking office, he levied exorbitant taxes and levies, seized official land, built private houses, and stole official property. He was only interested in profit, openly doubled the required amount, wore high-ranking official hats, and made sure to crush silk until it was torn. He would dry cotton seeds for a month or more, and keep rice and wheat in the granary for ten days or more.
Such actions naturally aroused public anger, not to mention that the other party did not only treat ordinary people this way, but also the wealthy and powerful. In a sense, it can be considered treating everyone equally.

The wealthy households were unwilling to be exploited, so they prepared to seek the help of the governor to impeach them.

Anyone who does this will anger the snake god of the Xin'an River, and in severe cases, the entire clan will be wiped out.

Only the prefect himself could lead the troops to defeat the demons. After this happened several times, everyone knew there was something wrong with the situation.

However, as long as he has connections with high-ranking officials above him and county magistrates below him, his position as prefect can be as secure as Mount Tai.

This time, the village couldn't withstand another round of "river tax" levies, and with the recent emergence of signs of an epidemic, they simply fled the entire village. They went into the mountains to become refugees, waiting to come out again when the prefect was promoted.

Oppressive government is more ferocious than a tiger.
Master Mao felt both indignant and powerless.

Things that were once taken for granted now seem utterly absurd upon closer examination after entering the path of enlightenment.

Cultivators should not easily attack ordinary people, let alone those who are blessed with good fortune.

I just really want to take that corrupt official's head with one sword.

After entering the Daoist path, the Daoist followed Xu Xuan, so his thoughts became even more radical than before he entered the Daoist path.

After traveling to several places, what I saw and heard was exactly the same as what the village chief had said.

Those henchmen from the county were indeed more ferocious than tigers after they went to the countryside, and the county magistrates were all bastards full of evil intentions. This place was rotten to the core.

Poverty, famine, monsters, floods.

Without the protection of virtuous and righteous energy, the air is already filled with the aura of disease.

When passing through a town, I finally couldn't resist my kindness, for the plague had already taken hold there.

The plague spread, and every family suffered the pain of death, every room was filled with mournful cries, some choked with sobs behind closed doors, others lost their entire clan.

In the end, I decided to lend a hand and do my part.

However, to avoid trouble, he disguised himself as a wandering Taoist priest in distress.

He walked into the town in a drab Taoist robe, with a copper bell hanging from his waist, his face pale and his figure unsteady.

He lay on the roadside, silent.

Ordinary people passing by would avoid this strange man, though some bolder ones would approach him to ask what kind of help he needed, or perhaps to try and squeeze some money out of him.

However, asking for a bowl of millet rice is too absurd. In this day and age, it is rare for people to have enough to eat, so who would give it away?

They could only leave the mad Taoist priest lying there.

It wasn't that Master Mao cared about a bowl of millet rice; rather, he wanted to establish a good relationship with the town before he had a reason to help.

Otherwise, interfering with the fate of humanity with magic would incur divine retribution, even for good deeds. He wasn't as fearless as Young Master Xu, so he had to take a roundabout approach.

Fortunately, the village chief was a wise man. He gritted his teeth and gave his food to Master Mao, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to save these people.

“There are quite a few people in the town who are feeling weak all over, shivering and coughing incessantly.”

"Exactly, I don't know how long it is."

Master Mao couldn't intervene in every epidemic. Although this fever could also be fatal, it was one of the easiest to treat among the many plagues.

If smallpox or plague were to appear, it is estimated that only the celestial immortals in heaven could save them.

After finishing the bowl of rice, he got up and strode towards the ancient well in the village.

Using his old skills, he set up an altar, lit candles, and took out a peach wood sword.

He gestured wildly for a while, then casually took a few steps, summoning a gust of wind, and even the sound of thunder could be heard from his sleeves. The onlookers were so terrified that they knelt down on the ground. This was truly an old immortal!

The Taoist priest wasn't deliberately trying to show off his divine power; it was just that this was the only way to make the people in the town take the matter seriously.

The main course comes after the foreplay.

He took out yellow paper and used all his magical power to write incantations, gathering the principles of divine healing and the world within it. After lighting it, it turned into a fireball and was thrown into the well.

"Each person drinks one bowl, neither more nor less."

Drinking this water within three days can activate the body's potential, speed up the healing of minor illnesses, prolong the course of serious illnesses by a few days, and also resist the invasion of pathogenic factors.

After Master Mao finished speaking, he was about to leave, and the village chief knew that when he encountered a master, he should beg him to leave his name and make offerings to him every day. It would be even better if he could get rid of the snake demon in Xin'an River.

"This humble Taoist priest..."

After passing through several counties, they soon obtained a warrant for a maritime arrest.

The prefect said that the people of Xin'an County were living in peace and prosperity, and there was no need for a mere sorcerer to save them; it was simply absurd!
By the time Xiaoqing arrived, the Taoist priest had already changed into his third form.

When Baoan Hall held its war meeting, it truthfully stated that the calamity caused by demons accounted for only one-tenth, while the remaining nine-tenths were due to human error.

Enraged, King Xiaoqing was about to use Gan Jiang and Mo Xie to behead the corrupt official, but was stopped by Gui Da.

He cursed Master Mao, this increasingly insane Taoist priest, in his heart, saying, "Even slaying demons and eliminating evil spirits can't satisfy you anymore?"
They still think about interfering in human affairs. The last person to do this was Zhang Jiao, and his fate is self-evident.

If Little Green King dies, I'll die with him, okay?

"The fact that the demonic sword can break through the royal aura does not mean that there will be no price to pay. Such matters of the mortal world should not be interfered with."

If you really want to deal with the prefect, you should write a letter to ask Young Master Xu. He is wise and resourceful and surely has a solution.

"Let's first slay the demons in the Xin'an River and cut off the prefect's support; that would be doing justice on behalf of Heaven."

It's remarkable that Turtle used delaying tactics in such an emergency; his talent for survival is truly remarkable.

After Little Green King smashed a small hillside, he calmed down, praised Turtle King, and then began frantically writing letters on the butterflies.

Meanwhile, in Xin'an County, the Dalai Lama, dressed as a middle-aged merchant, was coughing up blood, and his physical body was deteriorating more and more severely.

Although the snake with the broken tail in the Xin'an River was greedy, it wasn't stupid. It took a lot of effort to make it lose its mind and hold this kind of box appreciation event.

The purpose was to lure Baoantang away from Qiantang so that he could carefully observe whether Manager Qing was the person he was looking for.

He still couldn't believe that the Holy Mother would possess a little demon with no bloodline or potential.

After all, the sacred would not tread on mud.

There are too many mysteries surrounding this, and he won't jump to conclusions. After all, the wisdom of the Holy Mother is as deep as the ocean, and she might surprise us with her own insights.

There are other factors involved in choosing this place; if she were truly a saint, she certainly wouldn't ignore it.

The governor of Xin'an County is a perfect litmus test.

(End of this chapter)