Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 340 Many Ghosts and Monsters on the Bridge of Helplessness
The new topic of conversation at Chongqi Academy is that Instructor Xu has asked for leave.

Everyone is used to this teacher's sharp teaching style, and he's the only one who often comes up with something different in our daily learning and life.

Today is the third day, and I'm starting to miss it.

After class, the three sat together, looking worried.

"Something must have happened to Master Xu."

They were the Three Wonders, who had experienced many great events, so of course they wouldn't believe that a cultivator who could fly and escape would take sick leave.

Ji Rui, in particular, was a firsthand witness to the creation of the world depicted in the painting.

That attitude, more powerful, more fervent, and more sharp than the sky, was etched into my heart.

Therefore, only a simple scholar like Liang Shanbo would believe the term "sick leave," and he even said it was a pity that his ten-day leave had not yet arrived so he could not visit.

If they really wanted to go, they would have plenty of ways to find them, but the main problem is that they wouldn't be able to find them even after going down the mountain.

"Perhaps, I can find an excuse to go to Baoan Hall."

"Manager Qing there is a good friend of Master Xu, so he should know something about the secret."

They exchanged glances and agreed that it was a great idea.

Master Xu has been rumored to have had affairs with two women.

One of them was the pretty shopkeeper, Qing, and they saw the two of them together more than once.

Another is a goddess as beautiful as a fleeting glimpse of a swan, one of the beautiful legends of West Lake.

The second one cannot be found, but the first one has a base.

As they were talking, Zao and Ning Caichen both looked at Ji Rui.

You guys...
Ji Rui was speechless, but it was indeed more appropriate for him to go down the mountain.

His moral standards were lower than those of his classmates, he was more flexible than Ning Caichen, and he was also wealthy.

Just as I was pondering what reason to give, a familiar voice came from behind me.

"We have long heard that Ji Hanqing is a kind-hearted and righteous man. If possible, please also convey our blessings."

A gentle, refined male voice spoke words of flattery, the sincerity of which made it hard to refuse.

"Student Ji, I'm counting on you this time. Please feel free to ask if Teacher Xu needs anything."

His slightly harsh tone became somewhat stammering, but he still managed to make his request.

"Thank you for your trouble, Brother Hanqing. From now on, your affairs are my affairs!"

Simple and generous, profound and unpretentious, with a touch of heroic chivalry.

Okay~~~
The three heroes had somehow appeared behind them and asked Ji Rui to convey everyone's concern.

There was also a handwritten letter from the Xie family of Dongshan, a token from the Qian family of Yuhang, and Qiao Feng also somewhat embarrassedly took out a token from Yanguan County.

季瑞
Look at the two people in front of you, and the three people behind you.

Okay, okay, when did you five get together?

Do you think I, Ji, have no pride?

in the afternoon.

Professor Gu's expression was somewhat conflicted.

It's quite normal for students at Chongqi Academy to ask for leave; there are too many things that aristocratic families and clans need to attend to.

This one, however, is quite impressive.

"Ji, your father took eighteen concubines and then called you back to divide the family property?"

"Yes. Although I'm ashamed, I..."

Yes, I, Ji, don't care much about saving face.

Moreover, the old man is indeed marrying his eighteenth wife recently. Those who can be brought home are all capable or have a background, so none of the Ji brothers have any objections to this matter. Even if they did, the old man wouldn't listen.

In this way, Ji Rui successfully completed his leave request.

I arrived at Baoan Hall immediately.

I didn't see Manager Qing, only Master Mao.

This was an old acquaintance, so I went straight to asking Master Xu how he was doing.
The Taoist priest knew these were some of Young Master Xu's favorite disciples, and after careful consideration, he revealed a little information: they weren't feeling well and needed to rest in bed for a few days.

A fierce glint flashed in Ji Rui's eyes; something had really happened.

Do you know which deity it is?

Although even if all of them were stacked together, they wouldn't be a match for Master Xu, whether they could win or not was another matter entirely.

In any case, in terms of secular power, the Jiangnan region should be able to make a splash.

Master Mao, of course, wouldn't say it, but he didn't refuse the other party's kindness either.

"Everyone knows what kind of person Young Master Xu is. Once he's better, he'll definitely make some big moves. We'll just listen to his arrangements then."

That makes sense.

Master Xu is magnanimous and kind-hearted; he would never let any bad person go unpunished.

"Is there anything we can do?"

The Taoist priest didn't stand on ceremony; he actually found it useful.

“A few days ago, Xin’an County was flooded, and Bao’an Hall took in a group of orphans.”

"Now we need to help these children register their household registration and establish a private school for them to study,"

Although Xu Xuan works in the education sector, his status is not high enough, and he has relatively few connections at the grassroots level.

This kind of thing is best left to the capable students on Nanshan Mountain.

As expected, Ji Rui only needed one day to visit all the people he needed to find and spent a lot of money to settle everything.

Inside Leifeng Pagoda, Xiaoqing was reading a book.

The Tao Te Ching's description of the Great Way is too high-level, making it difficult for beginners to grasp, and they will become impatient and restless over time.

Xiaoqing was naturally restless, and the more she looked, the more irritated she became.

But when he looked up and saw the corpse lying there, not even breathing, a bucket of cold water was poured over it.

If I slap myself, I could stop watching.

Gradually, the moisture around her increased; perhaps this was her way of attaining enlightenment.

But things were different on the third day in the underworld.

The scenery on the other side of Yinshan Mountain was very desolate and uninteresting, but the three of them hurried along and finally saw a different view.

The cries of ghosts and the wails of gods could be heard from time to time, and the blood-stained waters rose ten thousand feet high.

"This is the Naihe River."

The mighty river flows southwest. A chilling aura pervades, and a foul stench assaults the senses. Its waters are all blood, so filthy one should not approach.

The river of blood teems with insects and snakes, its waves churning and a foul stench filling the air. The ghosts of the wicked fall into its depths, never to be reborn.

Zhu Yingtai almost threw up when she saw it. Whether it was scary or not is another matter, it was really disgusting.

Xu Xuan admired the creativity of humankind and recalled the local operas he had seen in his previous life.

So-and-so is traveling to the underworld.

This person could be Xue Fengying or Qin Xuemei; they are basically all preaching songs.

The classic scene, designed to highlight filial piety, involves the daughter drinking blood-soaked river water crawling with snakes, insects, and rats.

It left a deep impression on him during his childhood: it's really hard to be a filial person.

The three walked along the Naihe River for less than a few miles before they saw a bridge.

It stretches for miles, is three feet wide, a hundred feet high, and a thousand feet deep. It is treacherous, narrow, and slippery, with no handrails or railings above, and monstrous creatures that rob people below.

"It is said that in the past, there were day and night patrol gods who guarded this place day and night to maintain order and prevent evil spirits from escaping. At the same time, they would decide whether to throw the ghosts into the river to be punished based on the degree of good and evil they were guilty of."

"Therefore, although many prisons are connected by bridges, they are never actually linked together."

Zhang Hua, acting as a guide, recounted the legends surrounding the Bridge of Helplessness.

After all, it's a very famous tourist attraction even in the mortal world.

“Look under the bridge, there are countless evil spirits waiting for passing ghosts.”

(End of this chapter)