Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 329 Moving Forward
A world without Buddha or God is the Dharma-ending Age.

The thousands of Buddha statues felt that they had made the right decision to kill the dragon this time.

When a shimmering white light appeared in Xu Xuan's eyes, it meant that the final, life-saving attack was ready.

"If I, Xu Hanwen, can withstand one divine retribution, it is only right that I should face another death."

Even facing death doesn't stop you from showing off.

Jianglong let the opponent prepare in various ways, and only made his move slowly after Xu Xuan was fully prepared.

The mere gesture alone caused thousands of Buddha statues to lower their heads and lower their brows, as if a grand scene of a true Buddhist sermon had descended upon this place.

Inside the magnificent temple, Shakyamuni ascended the altar to preach the Dharma, spreading the gospel far and wide. In an instant, auspicious clouds swirled, stubborn rocks nodded, fierce beasts became docile, disciples were absorbed in their teachings, and all things were bathed in the vast wisdom of the Buddha.

With his holy right hand, Buddha seemingly intentionally or unintentionally picked up an ordinary wildflower, smiled at the crowd, but remained silent.

At this moment, Jianglong also raised his hand, his five fingers constantly changing, as if receiving the true meaning of the Buddha.

Countless Buddhist teachings and sacred sounds materialized and gently fell into the palm of my hand, illustrating the blooming of flowers, the return to the Tao, and the joy of the heart.

The golden light transformed into a seed, and the seed broke through the embryo to grow into an invisible flower.

I possess the true Dharma eye, the wondrous mind of Nirvana, the true formless reality, the subtle Dharma gate, which is not established in words, but is transmitted separately outside the teachings. I entrust it to Mahakasyapa.

The origin of Zen Buddhism can be traced back to the Buddha's "flower-offering smile".

And the one who passed on the message was none other than Mahakasyapa.

Without the slightest ripple, the butterflies in the sky transformed into petals and withered away, a breathtaking sight.

The flowers had taken over the eyes of the thirty thousand karmic ghosts, causing them to collapse and die, returning to the cursed land. The alligator dragon even wore a truly compassionate expression before its death.

The commoner's sword dimmed slightly, then its scorching heat intensified, unleashing fierce hostility towards the wondrous flower that had claimed the creation of heaven and earth.

However, Gan Jiang and Mo Xie's original forms could no longer withstand it, and they even began to be influenced by Buddhism and break free from their obsession.

This is the terrifying power of the flower-picking technique.

What's even more terrifying is the smile.

The earlier act of holding up a flower to the public was a test from the Buddha, while the final smile was Mahakasyapa's enlightenment.

Xu Xuan liked to use the method of mind-to-mind transmission, although his method of use was rather despicable.

Zen Buddhism also likes to use it, but it is used in the proper transmission of Dharma.

Countless profound truths entered his soul, and his mind was filled with the sound of sermons.

The Diamond Sutra states: Thus have I heard. At one time, the Buddha was staying in the Jeta Grove, Anathapindika's Park, in Shravasti, with a great assembly of monks.
The Vimalakirti Sutra states: "With eyes pure and cultivated, one's virtue is as vast as a blue lotus; with a pure mind, one has transcended all meditative states; through long accumulation of purity..."
The Lankavatara Sutra states: At that time, the World-Honored One was preaching the Dharma in the palace of the Dragon King of the sea. After seven days, he emerged from the great ocean, accompanied by countless billions of Brahma, Indra, and Protector.
The Heart Sutra: When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, he perceived that the five aggregates are empty, and thus transcended all suffering and distress.
All the secret scriptures of Zen Buddhism, such as the Surangama Sutra, the Yuanjue Sutra, and the Platform Sutra, were transmitted to my soul.

Ahhhhhh!!

Xu Xuan felt a sharp pain in his head, and the demonic energy within him was instantly extinguished.

He clutched his head and rolled around in agony, as if he were wearing a tightening golden headband!

All the insights in his mind came from Mahakasyapa in mythology. Even ordinary monks who only grasped a little bit of this would become immersed in it, comprehend its true meaning, and take refuge in it.

For a mortal cultivator to attempt to bear such a burden is nothing short of a celestial dream.

The white lotus image passively received numerous scriptures and Buddhist principles. A massive flow of information surged in like waters from all four seas, and within moments it was already on the verge of being overwhelmed.

A mottled gold appeared on the lotus platform, and the shimmering white light in my eyes gradually dimmed.

Such an opportunity is a tremendous blessing for Buddhist disciples, but for some, it is a deadly poison.

"grass!"

"How dare this wicked monk try to convert me?!"

Xu Xuan was furious. Even though his head was throbbing and his veins were bulging, and even though his soul was trembling and his body was bleeding from all seven orifices, he absolutely could not accept this.

What a despicable tactic! Without self-awareness, is he still the top instructor of Chongqi? Still the man burdened by love's torment? Still me, Xu Hanwen?!
Anger arises from the heart, evil comes from the courage.

Since that's the case, let me teach you a lesson.

Grip Gan Jiang and Mo Xie tightly; no demonic aid is needed, only the purpose of their existence as weapons.

He took out a brocade robe, regardless of whether it was a Buddhist artifact or some other random thing, and used it as a strip of cloth to wrap around the sword hilt on his hand.

"Monk!"

"I'll kill you!"

At this moment, Xu Xuan's killing intent was more violent than ever before. So what if his soul was suppressed by Buddhist teachings? So what if the White Lotus Dharma Image, which had repeatedly achieved great feats, was defeated?

When he came into this world, there was nothing there.

Without the blessing of a divine soul, walking through the Pippalaṇḍhaka was extremely difficult.

Buddha's power also rejected the heretical path; the golden light was like a knife, like seawater, like a cliff, like a raging wind, hindering their steps.

The body that has entered the second stage of cultivation bleeds and is injured like an ordinary person, as if telling this man who resists Buddhist teachings: if you want to see the true face of an Arhat, why don't you pay the price?

At the same time, the constant power of salvation is also slowing down and eroding one's spirit and will.

If your mind is not firm, then surrender.

Therefore, Xu Xuan.
The more pain there is, the more frustrated I become.

The angrier they get, the more reckless they become.

Deep down, he could no longer control his rebellious spirit against authority, against Buddha, and against the rules that were high above him.

Even if the whole world is about to be destroyed, I'll still cut you down with my sword first.

First, the shattering of its own pure land caused intense pain to awaken the white lotus Dharma image somewhat.

He punched himself again, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and felt a little better.

With a solemn look in his eyes, he used his sword as a staff and walked resolutely through adversity.

As for the power of salvation?

He recited the poems he learned in elementary school, seeking strength from being moved and from civilization.

such as
"The Red Army fears not the hardships of the Long March, regarding ten thousand rivers and mountains as nothing."

The moment the opening sentence was uttered, it unleashed a tremendous force! Even Jianglong, who was controlled by the calamity energy and had lost his own consciousness, felt an indescribable power.

Even with Buddha's light shining everywhere, his steps only grew bigger and bigger. A little ruggedness and a little frost could not stop a person who only knew how to move forward.

You've memorized it all while walking? Then let's have another one! A really intense one!
"The west wind is fierce!"

"Wild geese cry in the frosty morning moon."

"Shuang Chenyue, the sound of horseshoes breaking, and the sound of horns swallowing."

"The long pass through Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning."

"From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood."

The voice grew louder and louder, and the blood grew hotter and hotter.

Life may pass quickly, but the heavens endure. Every year on the Double Ninth Festival, the long sword in hand cleaves through the Buddha's light, and he continues to stride forward.

As the poem "With the long spear in hand today, when will we bind the azure dragon?" was recited, Xu Xuan was already standing within three feet of the Arhat.

His heavy breathing, carrying a strong stench of blood, sprayed onto the bald monk's face.

His entire body was soaked in blood, and his eyes held an air of invincibility, as if the person standing before him was nothing more than a paper tiger.

For the first time, the Arhat Subduing Dragon gave a proper look at this monk who refused to enter the Buddhist order, even with his murky eyes.

He suppressed his smile, restrained his aura of calamity, and said with compassion and pity:

"Your life is burdened with many tribulations, including those that lead to your death, those that involve weapons, those that involve demons, and those that involve Buddhas. In the future, there will be boundless killing karma that will lead to a sea of ​​blood, and endless demonic fire that will stain the heavens and the earth."

"If you sincerely convert to Buddhism, there is still a glimmer of hope."

Xu Xuan looked at the puppet and laughed, a very mocking laugh.

You monk have become such a grotesque creature, and you still claim to have taken refuge?
I originally wanted to use some high-brow poetry and words to impress people, but now I think I should just say what I really want to say right now.

"Fuck your grandma's leg!!!"

One sword strike!
A single drop of blood flowed from between Jianglong's brows, just one drop.

But this made Xu Xuan burst into laughter.

Before he could say anything ridiculous like "even Arhats bleed," He ceased to be merciful.

One palm!
It landed on Xu Xuan's chest.

(End of this chapter)