Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 320 National Preceptor
Emperors cannot decide the head of the harem based on their own preferences; this is for the sake of national stability.

But in the end, aesthetic sense has not been lost.

Empress Jia Nanfeng in the harem had smashed everything movable in her bedchamber and even ordered all her favorite flowers to be cut down.

The blood-smelling eyeshadow was scattered all over the ground.

My brother is dead! He was strangled to death!

My younger brother is such a good and kind person, how could any bad person be so cruel as to do such a thing?

After beating several people to death, he headed towards the Hall of Seeking the Way, but was stopped at the entrance by a eunuch.

"His Majesty is listening to the Imperial Preceptor preach."

"The Imperial Advisor?!"

Jia Nanfeng was even angrier when she heard this. She had specifically asked the Imperial Advisor to send a few disciples to protect her younger brother, and this was the result?

If it weren't for His Majesty's protection, she would have skinned that wicked monk alive!
The empress, her temper flaring, waited there until dusk.

As a result, they received the news that His Majesty had gained some insights from listening to the scriptures and was now meditating in the Hall of Seeking the Way.

The anger completely erupted.

The short, dark blue-green she-devil with fire-breathing eyes was brought to life at this moment, proving that the comments of our predecessors were quite insightful.

If we can't wait for His Majesty, then we'll wait for the Imperial Advisor. Someone must give us an explanation today.

"Your Majesty, the fire evil is scorching your yin fluids. You must control your emotions to prolong your life."

A kind-faced old monk walked out of the hall; he was very handsome.

He wore a Vairocana-shaped square hat, its top adorned with a gleaming cat's-eye gemstone; he donned a brocade robe, its gold trim shimmering with jadeite. His monk's shoes were embellished with eight auspicious symbols, and his walking stick was inlaid with clouds and stars.

He looks like a virtuous and eminent monk, with an extraordinary demeanor.

However, no matter how high her magnanimity was, it couldn't surpass His Majesty's, so...
"You wicked monk, what are you protecting?"

The empress was not a well-educated person, so her words were a bit rough. She waved her arms like the wind, and her sharp nails almost scratched the old monk's face.

The Imperial Advisor initially didn't want to get entangled with this shrew, intending to deal with her casually, given his status.

Just listening to it makes one feel hostile; where did they learn such foul language? It's so malicious.

Do you think we're some kind of saint?

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint golden light emanated from his body. His actions were righteous and upright, yet they instilled unease in those around him.

His mouth opened like thunder:
"Your Majesty, please be careful with your words. My disciples and Young Master Jia have already gone to the Pure Land to enjoy happiness. For the sake of your loved ones' well-being, please refrain from creating further negative karma through your speech."

The empress dismissed it as nonsense.

"That bald monk dares to talk back!"

Clearly, the Imperial Preceptor's Buddhist teachings were no match for this shrew. He couldn't unleash his full power within the capital to maintain appearances, and he couldn't easily kill this ant with such a strong imperial aura. He could only flee in a sorry state.

What bad luck! This scoundrel can become empress? The Great Jin Dynasty will perish at the hands of a woman sooner or later.

Just as they stepped out of the palace, their sedan chair was blocked by Lord Jia.

The Imperial Advisor sighed; there was a reason why this family had a bad reputation.

"Lord Jia, may I ask why you have come to see me?"

Jia Chong said coldly:
"I have two requests to make of the Imperial Preceptor today."

He continued talking without waiting for a response from the other party.

"Firstly, my son died a violent death, so I would like to ask you to come to my residence to hold a Buddhist ceremony."

"Secondly, I hope you can help me avenge Ning'er using Buddhist methods."

The Imperial Preceptor readily agreed to the first request. Making connections with powerful officials was exactly what he was looking for. Although Lord Jia had lost his son, his grief was the perfect opportunity to use Buddhist teachings to inspire him.

As for the second one, I rejected it outright.

Staying in the capital was the most difficult hurdle in his cultivation. Seeing that Emperor Jin had been persuaded, he naturally could not leave at this crucial moment.

Therefore, it was suggested that the other party contact the Ministry of Justice instead of the monk.

"Those people in the Ministry of Justice are all mortals, but the Imperial Preceptor is a divine being; he is bound to achieve something great."

Jia Chong never trusted anyone from the Ministry of Justice, nor did he believe that the Imperial Historian could find anything out.

Only this wicked monk can be used. He showed some of his abilities when he entered the court, and he does indeed have some extraordinary skills.

To avoid being rejected, he took out a piece of paper and handed it over.

"This is a memorial that Grand Secretary Yin is drafting, and Imperial Censor Fu Tianchou will also submit it as a joint memorial."

"The Imperial Advisor can take a look."

The old monk accepted it with a puzzled look.

"The laws of the Western Regions have no distinction between ruler and subject, father and son. They use the three evil paths and six realms to deceive and mislead the foolish; they pursue past sins and yearn for future blessings; they recite Sanskrit to seek escape. Moreover, life, death, longevity, and premature death are all determined by nature; punishment, virtue, power, and fortune are determined by the ruler. Now I hear that laymen falsely claim that it is all due to Buddhism. Since the Five Emperors and Three Kings, before the Buddha's teachings, the rulers were wise and the ministers loyal, and their reigns were long." What a scathing critique of Buddhism, pointing out both advantages and disadvantages! It even directly targets the National Preceptor!
If this is abolished by the human dynasty, then the dragon energy of humanity will no longer be available, which is tantamount to cutting off the path of humanity and fighting to the death.

In an instant, a sinister and menacing aura appeared in his eyes.

A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, and I lingered on the two names several times.

"I can go to Jiangnan for a while, but this..."

Jia Chong stated that as long as the murderer is caught, Grand Secretary Yin's attack can help him block it, and they can even go further by joining forces.

The Grand Commandant's words were naturally well-founded.

The two people with ulterior motives reached a verbal agreement, neither of them afraid that the other would go back on their word.

The capital city is rife with intrigue and treachery, as hidden forces are constantly clashing.

The academy's ship sailed smoothly, and the calamity that Xu Xuan had been guarding against showed no signs of coming.

Passing through Zhenjiang, the Ge family remained secluded, practicing alchemy.

Passing by Taihu Lake, the Golden Dragon was nowhere to be seen.

Passing through Suzhou, Prefect Deng, responding to the imperial decree, was cracking down on wandering knights within his jurisdiction.

We returned to the Shangtang River Wharf without any major setbacks.

Mr. Xu was somewhat stiff after disembarking.

Yu Gong, driving a chariot and carrying a spear, waited at the dock to receive the students of Tianshu Academy, but his eyes were always fixed on a certain person.

"Who do you take me for!"

"You've already been given a spear outside Jianye; there won't be a second time."

The old man's teeth were grinding as he slapped Xu Xuan's shoulder hard.

He was escorted back to Qiantang ahead of time, and his activities thereafter were limited to the size of Wu County, all thanks to someone.

"But with your courage, it takes quite a bit of boldness for you to say those things in Xunyang."

"Those guys on Nanshan Mountain are too frivolous. If they really have the guts, they should come and take over my job."

He then snorted and left with his students.

What did I say in Xunyang?

Xu Xuan was extremely puzzled.

Only then did Song Youde, who had been waiting to the side, dare to come up and greet his younger brother. He immediately offered warm greetings and took the opportunity to show concern for the students of Chongqi.

After agreeing on a time for dinner, I quickly left, as my brother would be very busy today.

Only then did Professor Xu Xuanhe lead everyone back to the academy to report.

As usual, Madam Yin gave Instructor Xu a raise and a red envelope to commend his achievements.

Then, out of nowhere, he said:
"Teacher Xu's abilities are widely recognized, and he also has a wide circle of friends."

"It's just that he's still young and lacks experience, so he needs to hone his skills for a few more years. Don't rush it."

Xu Xuan was completely bewildered by what he was saying.

At this point, I need to consult the professors. How come I'm starting to lose touch with the workplace after just one or two months?

Professor Gu burst out laughing after hearing this, laughing so hard he almost fell over.

"You've offended someone, haven't you?"

"Isn't everyone outside saying you want to be Dean Chongqi?"

Holy crap, I never said that to anyone!
Xu Xuan was furious. This was utter nonsense.

I have a better chance of becoming the dean of the Imperial Court than the dean of the Chongqi Palace.

Professor Sheng chimed in, saying that many old friends had recently written to him, asking who Xu Hanwen was and why he was going to take over Chongqi Academy.

They even said they wanted to come to Nanshan to meet this legendary Instructor Xu.

Professor Shi stepped forward to help resolve the situation.

"I can testify that Hanwen never said he would be the dean. It was just that a bunch of bored people in Xunyang City spread rumors. As for how the rumors spread, Brother Yifu probably said a few more words about it."

The professors laughed heartily, but they didn't take it seriously; they just thought it was a funny story.

The professor of history did not laugh, but instead took up his pen and carefully recorded on the bamboo slips: In the summer of the thirty-sixth year of Wenhe, Han Wen expressed his will.
In the middle of the night, Xu Xuan still couldn't understand how the gossip could spread so quickly and so outrageously.

If I can't figure it out, I'll just stop thinking about it. I have important things to do.

It's time to visit Xiaoqing at Leifeng Pagoda.

(End of this chapter)