Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 31 My Practice of Buddhism

Suddenly, Bu Hengzi flicked his wrist, and several faceless warriors, clad in full armor and wielding large swords, leaped out.

It was deformed by the sun as soon as it came out, and its weapons and body rushed out while emitting black smoke, intending to fight its way out for its master.

The constables had also changed their equipment today; it was called "Guest Keeper," shaped like a gun with barbs on both sides below the blade. Its purpose was to either kill them outright or capture them alive, hence the name "Guest Keeper." It was mainly used to deal with notorious bandits and outlaws.

Today's battle was arguably the most dangerous one the constables of Qiantang County had faced since taking office, far more perilous than the suppression of bandits.

"It's a pity that the hard bows in the county arsenal have rotted and no one knows how to use them. Otherwise, it would be great to have several volleys fired at this time."

Magistrate Song, wasn't Xu Gongzi a student of the Legalist school, seeking instruction from Vice Minister Sheng?

How could someone be so intent on killing?
Using the method of keeping guests at home is fine, but using bows and crossbows will require writing a long petition.

Xie Yu thought that Instructor Xu had restrained himself on Nanshan Mountain.

Actually, everyone misunderstood; Xu Xuan simply had never seen archery on an ancient battlefield.

Moreover, in modern consciousness, archery does not have as much influence as guns.

Soon, a figure attracted everyone's attention.

"Wow, County Magistrate Zhao has some impressive skills."

Zhao Hu took the lead, leaping and landing repeatedly on people's heads. His movements were graceful and his attacks were fierce. The iron ruler in his hand danced like a poisonous dragon.

A few stylish and cool moves were enough to defeat several faceless warriors who were already distorted by the scorching sun.

The slain warriors turned into paper figures and terracotta warriors scattered all over the ground.

Bu Hengzi was furious. He spat out a mouthful of blood essence into the copper bell in his hand, then shook it vigorously while chanting incantations.

The constables still in the courtyard suddenly felt dizzy, and two constables with slightly weaker willpower even charged at Zhao Hu with "Guests Stay" signs in hand.

Infighting! It really is you!
Anyone who has read the case file recalls the strange aspects of the massacre in the suburbs.

Enraged, Zhao Hu knocked down his colleague in two moves, then charged at the caster, interrupting his continued spellcasting.

As for the two constables who had been bewitched, they were dragged to the back and tied up, but they were still struggling desperately, with snot and tears streaming from their mouths and noses, looking like they were not human.

Xu Xuan walked over upon seeing this, his divine soul power stirred slightly, and he casually picked out a saying from a sage, such as "The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits."

Reaching out, they delivered two righteous slaps.

Pia! Pia!
"wake up!"

Confused mind?

With a single slap, the demonic aura dissipated.

Seeing this scene, Bu Hengzi, who was fleeing in the distance, felt a sense of guilt, as if he had not committed a crime. If it were nighttime, this Soul-Capturing Bell could easily incite the desires of ordinary people, leading them to kill each other.

As a result, it was so weak during the day that it was actually punctured by the scholar.

Damn it, it’s you again.

You petty scholar, you actually brought people to surround and kill me, how shameless!
Unable to control his anger, he decided to give it a try.

He took out the last puppet, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at the county magistrate who was charging towards him, as well as everyone on the periphery, especially Xu Xuan.

In order to survive, you have to pay a huge price to trigger this demon puppet during the day!

"clumsy!"

One mouthful after another of blood and essence spurted up.

The puppet began to twist in the shadows, then rapidly expanded.

As soon as Zhao Hu got close, he heard a sound like a bull panting. The sense of danger was far greater than that of the tiger. He used his iron ruler as a shield to block in front of him, but he was still smashed away by the force. The huge force caused blood to start flowing from his mouth and nose in mid-air.

boom! ! !
The monster shattered the last remaining ruins and pushed down the bricks and stones around it. Although its body was burned by the sun and smoke was constantly coming out, it still roared.

The magistrate of Song, who was in the distance, was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

The monster was nearly ten feet tall, with a head the size of a window frame, a face as black as coal, and eyes that gleamed with yellow light. It was naked from the waist up and barefoot, and had long fingernails on its two palm-leaf-sized hands.

It looks like a real battlefield monster.

After a few punches, it was truly a case of being injured upon contact and killed upon impact.

Fortunately, Zhao, the county magistrate who had been knocked away, tumbled back several times and was now armed with a long, gleaming sword.

The two fought until no one dared to intervene, and even stones were shattered by their combined might.

It must be said that Zhao Hu's kung fu is truly remarkable. With his superb skills, he was able to fight the weakened version of the demon puppet to this extent.

However, this thing has another characteristic: it is difficult to be damaged by ordinary iron.

Each strike was like hitting the toughest wooden stake, producing a resounding clang. If this continues, Zhao Hu is destined to lose.

So Xu Xuan temporarily took over command. With a wave of his small flag, he decided to capture the leader first. The constables who had already withdrawn from the battlefield took out the jars and smashed them again.

But this time it wasn't kerosene.

It is the most popular evil-killer among the people - black dog blood.

The Xie family's shops had collected this much by all means possible, and they should use their resources wisely.

After all, there are not so many black dogs.

Now the enemy has no houses to cover them, no paper soldiers, and even their demon puppets are being held back.

So... hehehe.

With nowhere to hide, Bu Hengzi was drenched in dog blood in despair, and his human skin immediately peeled off, revealing his true form.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"

A piercing scream echoed here as the power of exorcism relentlessly tormented his soul, causing him to roll helplessly on the ground.

All the sorcery, all the mortals and gods, all the revenge are no longer a consideration. At this moment, life is worse than death.

"What are you waiting for?" "Don't you want the credit?"

A faint yet alluring voice came from behind; it was obvious who was saying it.

The detectives are certainly not good at beating the demon puppets, but they are very good at beating the skinny old man.

Ropes were tied around the limbs, followed by a beating to vent the anger.

Finally, they rushed forward and pressed down hard.

The demonic puppet not far away let out a resentful roar and turned back into a wooden puppet.

In an instant, the hunting operation was completely over.

Where is Xu Xuan? Xu Xuan is helping Magistrate Song tidy up his appearance.

It's time to reap the rewards of victory.

The magistrate, who had just been lying on the ground, now walked with a calm and steady gait to a slightly farther location.

He pointed his halberd at the withered old man on the ground, who was already too weak to even groan.

"This is the criminal?"

"Yes, sir, it is this person."

"Hmph, daring to commit crimes in Qiantang, you have some nerve! Take them away!"

"Yes, but how should we restrain this sorcerer?"

Zhao Hu's words stumped everyone; they had no experience with this.

Xu Xuan also lacked experience; his only active attack and control skill was the Lifeless Finger, which was not very convenient.

"How did martial arts practitioners escort them in the past?"

“Pierce the collarbone, or sever the tendons in the hands and feet, or seal acupoints with steel needles.”

“This man is extremely wicked and uses bizarre methods. Use them all, and then drench him with some black dog blood.”

"Complete!"

Zhao Hu felt a chill run down his spine, confirming his suspicions: this young master Xu, though seemingly amiable, was actually extremely ruthless.

"Yes."

Once out of sight of the distinguished guests, Zhao Hu unleashed a torrent of magic upon the withered old man who had nearly killed him with sorcery.

Then they were placed in a prison car and covered with a black cloth.

They were escorted to the yamen by numerous detectives.

The task now is to bring him back for questioning, since this official still has several accomplices, and the whereabouts of Master Li's young master remain a mystery.

At the same time, Xu Xuan was also very curious about why the other party had come to Qiantang. Surely they weren't here to see him.

If even Ruoxu couldn't discover our true identities, wouldn't someone who hasn't even entered the Dao be courting death?

I have a feeling there's something troublesome going on behind the scenes.

Can't you just let me properly practice Buddhism? Amitabha.

(End of this chapter)