Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 315 Killing without regard to cultivation level
You, you, you—what kind of despicable monk are you?!
The Dharma King was so angry that he trembled. He dared to use any kind of rogue or scoundrel tricks, showing no shame whatsoever!
He said angrily, "If you don't want to say it, why do you have to say it?"

Fahai remained calm:

"Naturally, I need to find an opportunity to avenge my friend."

The Dharma King was puzzled. Didn't you say before that you had the Buddha in your heart? Why are you still thinking about revenge?

"This humble monk has fallen into demonic possession. It is understandable that I would do things that violate the precepts under the influence of my obsession."

Okay, okay, you've said both the positive and the negative.

The Karmapa's earnest explanation made him even more uncertain about this demonic monk, blurring the lines between truth and falsehood, saint and demon.

There's a peculiar, almost demonic quality to the incoherent nonsense that makes it hard to see clearly. So, knowing where the Holy Mother is might also be a lie to me.

"I truly know, and this humble monk has never spoken falsely about this matter."

Zen Master Fahai earnestly explained, "You've finally managed to control your speech, why don't you believe me?"

As for making things unclear, you probably don't think you're the only one who knows the art of bewitching.

Since our debut, how many times have we played with people's hearts?

I've said it before, killing doesn't discriminate based on moral character.

Knowing there was no time to waste, the Karmapa directly asked the other party what it would take to get an answer.

"You point three fingers at my friend, and I'll retaliate with three moves."

Is there a trap involved?

It's no wonder the Dharma King thought so. The demonic monk's cultivation level was far inferior to his own, and at this moment, he was still drawing on the demonic energy of the green snake with one hand, making it impossible for him to move his body. Such a duel was rather absurd.

“I swear in the name of Buddha that the Holy Mother will be reincarnated in the late spring of the thirty-fifth year of the Wenhe era, in Wu County.”

Now I have no choice but to believe it. Buddhism is an orthodox religion, and faith in the leader is the foundation. If it is violated, the Pure Land will surely collapse, and the person will die and their spiritual path will perish.

Moreover, the timing was extremely precise.

The key point is that a premonition told me that this was the closest I had ever been to the Virgin Mary.

If you fail to seize the opportunity, you will regret it for the rest of your life, so you must brave any danger ahead.

But is someone's trump card really just three moves?
"First move"

With a single gesture, Fahai sent Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, the swords from the bottom of the river, flying out of the water and into the air, their swords merging together.

The rebellious intent overwhelmed the obsessive and demonic nature.

With unwavering spirit as the hilt, courage and bravery as the hilt, benevolence and morality as the guard, and thought and investigation as the blade.

The commoner's sword, carrying the spirit of defying the prevailing trend, slashed out.

The land was shattered, the emperor and his ministers wept, fathers and sons wailed, and everyone shed tears. The dragon's energy collapsed, and many strange phenomena appeared in the sword shadows, as if they were a microcosm of the great forces.

Even the Great Treasure Dharma King couldn't help but admire the dazzling sword light, noting that its demonic nature had surpassed that of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie themselves.

This monk who can't distinguish between saint and demon should actually join my White Lotus Sect.

The sword energy cleaved through the sky, traversing the heavens and striking straight down.

However, he was not an emperor and was not subject to the control of destiny.

He mobilized his divine soul and magical power, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of illusory worlds appeared in front of him, with many emperors and generals as targets for his sword light to cut down.

After the power of the twin swords pierced through numerous illusions, the killing intent of the leaderless dragons was dissipated. When it flew to the Dharma King, it was merely a pure flying sword technique with no threat whatsoever, and was easily knocked into the river.

As expected of a highly skilled cultivator, he managed to break through this move on their very first meeting.

Xu Xuan secretly memorized the information, gaining an understanding of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie's potential and weaknesses.

"Then the second move."

Black dust appeared in the void.

Dust rose from the protected Shixin County below, constantly appearing and gathering on rivers, blue bricks, land, and ordinary people.

A patch of black earth appeared out of nowhere before my eyes, instantly spreading across the void. A land of greed, anger, and ignorance; a land of old age, sickness, and death. Lacking understanding, unable to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, they act recklessly and illicitly, giving rise to all sorts of evil deeds.

"The power of the Pure Land is impervious to all laws."

The black earth suddenly exploded, and scorching lava, flying black soil, the endless clanging of chains, and the incessant howls of ghosts and wolves echoed throughout Xin'an County.

A large, bluish-black hand covered in scales emerged from the scorching black soil, using its arm to drag a robust body out of it.

The Black Crocodile King, clad in chains of karmic fire and wielding a water-polished steel whip, makes his reappearance.

Catfish spirits, Xia Gu, and 30,000 karmic ghosts surged out of the earth, densely packed around the Demon Lord Fahai, appearing before the world like a black and red wave.

Foul language, deafening noise, madness and death—the karmic demons, possessing all three poisons, are venting their inner joy.

At Fahai's command, the demons were released from their cages.

The black, desolate earth stretched straight ahead, and the horrific atmosphere of war was palpable.

Looking at the surging waves, the Karmapa was at a loss for words.

This world is truly awful.

He really wanted to question the Pure Land Sect: "What kind of demonic sect are you that you're cultivating demons?"

Monk Fahai should be suppressed and killed by the Purple Gold Bowl, not released to cause trouble.

However, the more ruthless they are, the more it proves that they know the true location of the "Mother Teresa." After all, what kind of good person would approach their own "Mother Teresa"?

Even the Great Treasure Dharma King would have to use some methods to deal with 30,000 karmic ghosts. Karmic ghosts with the three poisons in their bodies don't care about illusions at all, because they won't collapse.

The land of calamity is the eternal hell, while the outside world, no matter how noisy, is a place of joy.

Therefore, we must use some of the magical treasures we have collected in the past to eliminate these karmic demons as soon as possible, because the warning signs in our hearts have disappeared, which is not a good thing.

Xu Xuan also witnessed the demeanor of the senior cultivator.

A casual toss of a small banner can unleash a multitude of malevolent ghosts, their venomous aura no less potent than that of karmic spirits.

Then he took out a small flag, summoning various kinds of energy that transformed into swords, spears, and halberds that rained down like a storm. The solid magical weapons looked quite impressive.

He took out a fan and waved it, creating bursts of flying sand and stones.

One person formed an army, and in less than an incense stick's time, he sent all the karmic ghosts back to the Calamity Land to enter the cooldown period. Amazing.

"Hurry up and use your last move."

The Dharma King began to urge him on, and he felt a sense of emptiness and unease.

Xu Xuan was stunned for a second, then realized that the time had come.

I've already said it, I don't consider moral character when I kill.

So he carefully took out his cassock.

"This is the most precious brocade robe of the Pure Land School, inlaid with seven treasures. It is impervious to water and fire and can protect the body from insects. Wearing this robe will prevent one from falling into depravity, from hell, from suffering evil and torment, and from encountering the calamities of tigers and wolves."

"rise!"

The robe grew longer with the wind, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. The sound of chanting echoed in all directions, with Buddha reciting scriptures and celestial dragons dancing, almost sealing off the entire world.

"If you have the ability, then fly out of my robe. And tell me the truth about the whereabouts of the Holy Mother."

The Dharma King gave the monk a deep look, wondering what he was up to.

"With my cultivation level, I can travel dozens of miles in one step and leave Xin'an County in ten steps. Your cassock cannot stop me."

After speaking, he took a step and walked to the edge of the robe, without any obstruction from the phantoms of Buddha and celestial dragons.

What is this monk up to? Is he trying to trick me into leaving?

Before the Dharma King could even wonder, the robe on his head miraculously retracted, revealing the blue sky and white clouds.

And a white figure riding a dragon.

(End of this chapter)