Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 333 is here.
Isn't that pen being used to write in the book the judge's pen? It seems that Judge Lu and the others are not bad either, as they have all been seated in side seats.

But they soon saw the downsides of the god's absence.

The monk at the front of the line was a golden monk, who was a novice monk at Wulian Mountain in his lifetime. He did not study Buddhist scriptures from a young age, and after his master died, he took the gold and silver down the mountain to do business.

The Book of Deaths of the Southern Dipper begins with the drinking of sheep and the climbing of ridges, recording the most important tasks.

In other words, they committed fraud for profit, monopolized the market, amassed wealth by amassing a fortune, and then made connections with officials to do many bad things.

Therefore, his punishment was that he would have to go through all ten courts of hell.

The trial in the Qin Guangwang Palace was described in just a few words before it ended.

Xu Xuan's face darkened. It turned out that Judge Lu had indeed used his supernatural powers to write nonsense back then.

Next, the old man should go to the second hall to be judged.

As it turned out, the old man probably knew his end wouldn't be good, so he simply took something out of his sleeve.

Under the radiant light of Buddha, it actually broke free from the invisible force of attraction.

"Hehe, I knew I would go to hell after death, so I spent a lot of money to buy a lotus seed from the South China Sea."

"So there really isn't a King Yama in the underworld anymore. This deal was worth it."

This is the problem of lacking Yin spirits; when bugs appear, there's no way to correct them, and you can only watch as bad guys use tricks to escape punishment.

Fortunately, Heaven is not to be trifled with, and Xu Xuan is not to be trifled with.

Just as the monk was feeling smug, a hand reached out from behind and took the lotus seed.

The old man, filled with shock and anger, turned around and saw a young scholar fiddling with Buddhist artifacts while muttering incantations.

“It’s actually the real thing?”

"Tsk tsk, it seems this place is a blessed land, a stroke of good fortune."

"What stroke of luck? It's clearly stolen goods!" The old man roared, demanding to know who the scholar was and to return the items immediately.

"Who am I?"

"I am a close friend of the judge, and I cannot tolerate any villains causing trouble while he is away."

"Furthermore, rare and precious materials should be reserved for those with virtue."

"This old man committed many evils in the mortal world, and he is still so unrestrained in the underworld. Doesn't he know that there are gods watching over him?"

"Don't cause trouble in the underworld."

That tone—definitely someone from the underworld.

The monk was furious. He had always been the one to say that, but now that he was in the underworld, it was all reversed?
He jumped up and down, cursing and wishing he could tear Tanqi's flesh to pieces.

The scholar's face darkened.

"Old sir, I am a legitimate monk, would I lie to you?"

After saying that, he grabbed the old man and said, "Here you go!"

A stylish throw sent him hurtling in front of the Mirror of Retribution.

It's said that there are no good people before the Mirror of Retribution, and the crimes of the wicked have nowhere to hide. He wanted to see if that was accurate.

When the monk looked in the mirror, many images flashed through his mind, all of which were the wrong things he had done.

Everyone makes mistakes. Even those who are born kind and ignorant when they are young and cannot distinguish between good and evil have done many wrong things.

This is the starting point of Xunzi's theory of the inherent evil of human nature.

But if someone like Monk Jin continues to do bad things even after realizing right and wrong, then that's something to watch.

Suddenly, black mist filled the air, revealing countless scenes within it.

Ten royal palaces simultaneously projected a divine light onto the Mirror of Retribution, beginning the trial. Crimes were revealed in the void, and verdicts were handed down on the spot.

Originally, he was only to be punished in the Eighth Great Hell for a hundred years, but now he has been directly appointed as a VIP on the Eighteenth Floor.

This is how the underworld deals with stubborn people.

Not convinced?

If you're not satisfied, go to the Mirror of Retribution, then the ten judges will jointly try you, and your crime will be increased tenfold.

The verdict has been handed down, and an unusual phenomenon has occurred.

After all, those who can descend to the eighteenth level of hell are rare figures even in the underworld, which has existed for countless millennia.

Generally, only those with absolute self-confidence or those who are reincarnations of the Buddha dare to step forward and take a look.

How dare someone burdened with sin come here! They have such audacity!
On the other side of Yinshan Mountain, the ghosts sang happily: "Hanging Tendon Hell, Wrongful Hell, Fire Pit Hell, desolate and troubled, all are the result of a thousand sins committed in life, which are punished in death. Fengdu Hell, Tongue-Pulling Hell, Skin-Peeling Hell, weeping and wailing, miserable and wretched, all because of disloyalty and filial impiety that violated the principles of heaven, those with Buddha's mouths and snake's hearts have fallen into this gate."

They were beaten until their faces were contorted in pain and covered in blood, crying out to heaven and earth in vain. Indeed, one should never deceive one's own heart, for the gods and ghosts are all watchful and no one escapes justice. Good and evil will ultimately be rewarded; it's only a matter of sooner or later.

The tormented demons sang and laughed, "Where did this mad ghost come from, daring to barge in like this?" The golden monk, dumbfounded, had gone mad; he hadn't intended to look into the Mirror of Retribution!

It can only be said that the lack of Yin spirits has many flaws, both good and bad.

In the past, when there were ox-headed and horse-faced ghost soldiers, how could anyone be forcibly stuffed into the Mirror of Retribution?

A black hole appeared beneath him, and he fell down, heading straight to hell.

Xu Xuan shook his head, looking as if he was very saddened.

He decided not to go up the Mirror of Retribution, not because he lacked confidence, but because he wanted to save some administrative resources for Hell.

Then he went into the hall and let the divine light shine upon him.

Over the years, I, Xu, have accumulated merit by doing good deeds and pacifying several waterway monsters, as well as suppressing the earth dragon that rose up in Jianye.

Even if they don't ascend to heaven to enjoy blessings, they should at least receive a very good evaluation.

He calmly bowed.

"Please send me to the Sixth Prison to find someone."

"Thank you."

Such polite practitioners are a rare sight these days.

If that doesn't work, he can go by himself; it will just take a little more effort.

The divine light shone first, but there was no reaction inside the hall. Thunder flashed outside the hall. Xu Xuan had a bad feeling.

The second divine light shone, and a faint light appeared. The Book of Death of the Southern Dipper began to turn pages violently, and the rustling sound of writing echoed in the empty hall.

The divine light did not shine a third time; the Mirror of Retribution spontaneously emitted a divine light of judgment.

Are there no good people before the Mirror of Retribution?
Mr. Xu was furious. "What do you mean by this?!"

In an instant, a red light pierced through the hall, stirring up the winds and clouds of the underworld, like a pillar of light illuminating the dark world.

Greed, anger, ignorance, pride, doubt, impurity, wrong views, and delusion—the eight great karmic fires intertwined together like a pillar reaching to the heavens, proclaiming to the underworld.

The arrival of Xu, the Demon, the Holy Father, the Heavenly Punishment, the Calamity, the Sinner, and Xuan.

The wailing and howling of ghosts on the back of Yinshan Mountain all quieted down.

The many evil spirits and demons in the eighteen levels of hell looked here with terror.

The massive karmic fire attracted many powerful ghosts who coveted it; who was this master?

"Where did this great demon come from? What terrible sins!"

"Something has happened on Earth?"

"Even when Lord Wu'an descended to earth, he didn't have such an aura!"

The somewhat disheveled Black Mountain Demon's face lit up with joy. It was good that he was a demon; it was time for the underworld to eliminate evil and prevent its rise.

It would be best to go to the Sixth Great Prison and join forces to kill the little bald monk of the Pure Land Sect.

Ruoxu, who was healing in the Pure Land of Ksitigarbha, glanced at it without any fear in his eyes.

One town comes, one town; two towns come, two towns come.

Xu, who was in the first hall, was completely at a loss. How could he keep a low profile after all this?

Looking at the phantom images of the other nine palaces gradually appearing in the sky, he knew that staying any longer might lead to unpredictable risks.

Since that's the case, we'll see about the Bridge of Helplessness and the Six Paths of Reincarnation next time.

As the White Lotus Technique released its shielding effect on the breath, an endless stream of Yin energy began to flow back into Xu Xuan's body.

All the primordial energy of heaven and earth is at my disposal. The difference between yin energy and primordial energy is that yin energy contains the laws of the underworld.

These can all be purified by the White Lotus; the Holy Mother is truly amazing.

"There have been many misunderstandings today, let's talk about it another day."

He bowed to the empty Ten Kings Palace, then turned and ran towards Yinshan despite the lock of order.

The pressure only disappeared when I ran straight to the back.

Looking around this place, there's no scenery to be seen, only desolation and ruin. There are mountains, peaks, ridges, caves, and streams there too;

The mountains are barren, the peaks do not reach the sky, the ridges are impassable, the caves do not hold clouds, and the streams do not flow. Monsters lurk on the banks, and gods and demons abound below the ridges.

No sounds of beasts or birds could be heard, only ghosts and demons could be seen. A chilling wind whistled, and black mist billowed.

If you go down there, you'll reach the Tongue-Pulling Hell. Xu Xuan didn't want to waste time, so he decided to grab a local ghost and ask how to get to the Sixth Hell.

While searching, I saw the first 'familiar face'.

(End of this chapter)