Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 353 begins.

She will be there in person to supervise tomorrow, so I don't think anything will go wrong.

She shouldn't have thought that way.

Xu Xuan returned to his quiet room to adjust his state, and casually instructed Zhang Hua and Zhu Yingtai to stay by his side the next day.

The plan hadn't been explained in any detail, so how could the two of them not be nervous?

"Relax, the preparations have already been done by ghosts."

"Tomorrow should be safe."

He then began to silently practice the White Lotus Method, entering the deepest state of meditation.

The truly concerned ghosts are no longer in the core area of ​​the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

Master Zhang found a shop in the ghost town and bought several hundred dollars' worth of yellow paper, then began to fold paper like crazy.

The white light in his eyes was activating the soul power in his body, and paper butterflies were taking shape, then turning into phantoms and flying out of the house, landing in every corner of the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands
The art of origami requires very little magical power; even a cultivator who has not yet entered the Dao can fold hundreds or thousands of pieces.

But to create so many butterflies, one must burn one's very essence.

What's touching is that even at this point, the male ghost didn't waver at all, letting himself walk into destruction.

A ghost, with just a pair of hands, created a miracle.

By the sixth day, Zhang San's soul had become dim and unrecognizable, with fine cracks covering every inch of it.

Before it vanishes, fold the last paper butterfly and watch it fly out the window and gradually disappear.

He also regained his last shred of consciousness.

As Zhang San was about to return to the underworld, he understood what karma and retribution meant.

Chenshi.

There is no bright sun in the underworld, only a little bit brighter.

The way of timekeeping still exists here, which shows the influence of calendars on the world.

The venue for the Dharma assembly had already been prepared.

To be precise, it was a simple thatched hut with no altar or ritual site, no hanging paintings or paintings, and no clean water, fresh flowers, or fruits.

The place where Buddha and Bodhisattva are enshrined has only one soft cushion; this is the seat for the person giving the Dharma talk.

When Jiao Guiying learned of this arrangement...
It wasn't that she didn't help him prepare; although the decorations such as tables, chairs, desks, the Sanzu River, and spider lilies were a bit difficult to arrange, it was just a matter of giving an order to the Ghost General.

I was simply rejected; they said there would be other arrangements tomorrow.

Moreover, it's one thing to not have a shrine and to have no gods or Buddhas in one's heart.

He even moved his position to that of a god or Buddha; truly worthy of being called Master Kinnara.

If he doesn't end up with his soul scattered, he might actually be able to attain a demonic status.

Today, she brought her subordinates along to show their support, just to see what other amazing things this guy could come up with, and to hear about his methods of rebellion.

The time had come, and Xu Xuan finally came out.

Wearing a crimson lotus crown on her head, with two ribbons fluttering behind her head, demonic flames illuminating her path on her forehead, and two circles behind her head dividing the sun and moon.

His monk's robe, dark ink with lotus patterns, was tied with two sashes at his waist. He wore a pair of cloud-stepping shoes, seemingly unaware of the constellations in the still night.

Her face was as fair as jade, and her lips as red as a drop of blood.

What a maverick! What a rebellious monk!

The aura emanating from the Zen Master Fahai greatly shocked the leaders of the Black Mountain Army.

Looking down at his own armor and decorations, he felt ashamed of himself.

Even the Ghost General felt somewhat ashamed; it was a blow to his aesthetic sensibilities.

When Xu Xuan sat on the futon, even the simple reed hut seemed to shine.

His calm gaze swept over the surroundings, noticing the Ghost General's curiosity and the Ghost Chieftain's inexplicable look, and he smiled.

"Neither heaven nor earth, born among men. Fearless of life, fearless of death, its flowers bloom and fade away."

This poem is only truly complete when used at this very moment.

After all, I have experienced both the realms of life and death. "I am a Kinnara, a true disciple of Buddhism."

"The sermon begins."

Amitabha Buddha~~~~

Form hand seals and touch the ground!
The City of the Wrongfully Dead trembled incessantly, far more intensely than before.

The ground beneath their feet was stained with an even deeper black, and a new space leading to the Land of Calamity had appeared in the City of the Dead.

The red cracks, like blood vessels, began to invade the surrounding land, even starting to merge and connect with the laws of the underworld.

A massive amount of yin energy and malevolent energy surged in like a tide, constantly filling these cracks.

Danger, despair, evil—human negativity is converging.

"What's this?!"

A ghost exclaimed in surprise, as if they were somewhat ignorant.

In fact, the Ghost General was also watching everything that was happening before him with suspicion and uncertainty.

What an eerie ritual! What has happened on Earth?!

Just as the ghosts were astonished.

boom! ! !
A large, bluish-black hand covered in scales emerged from the scorching black soil, followed by a robust body crawling out from within.

His face was round with bright, rosy eyes; his lips curled and his mouth was a deep, blood-red. A few wispy iron-wire beard swayed, and his temples were adorned with tangled, vermilion hair.

The Black Crocodile King has been completely resurrected!

The three-zhang-tall body stood firmly in the center, its blood-red eyes glaring at the surrounding Yin soldiers, its primal and wild demonic aura surging throughout the area.

It grinned silently, its blood-red maw splitting open. It seemed these little devils were about to be in trouble.

Just as it was about to roar, the chains of karmic fire on its body suddenly tightened, waking it from its excessive excitement.

snort!
Instead of taking out the water-polished steel whip, it pulled a flag from the ground and walked to Xu Xuan's side, like a guardian demon.

Zhang Hua and Zhu Yingtai, who had followed nearby without making a sound, quickly stepped aside; this guy was a bit dangerous.

Little did they know that this was just the beginning.

Then came the second and the third, each carrying a treasure vase or a banner, all entering the formation.

All the attendants needed for a Dharma assembly were lined up, each one fierce-looking and strangely shaped, a veritable gathering of evildoers from the three realms.

In an instant, the aura of demons and monsters soared into the sky, and all the wronged ghosts in the five-hundred-mile-long city of the dead looked towards this place.

Even the other nine ghost generals looked over; it seemed that Jiao Guiying had caused quite a commotion while on duty.

In fact, General Jiao was already starting to panic.

It seems that only now has the master unleashed the fangs of a demonic god; this is merely the prelude, yet it is already so ferocious.

Perhaps we'll hold a bloodbath on the entire city later.

No wonder she had this thought; the yin energy was still gathering, already like a funnel hanging across the sky.

That barren land was like a dried-up sea, swallowing up every bit of strength.

The longer she waited, the more anxious she became, and she even had the urge to interrupt the Dharma assembly.

After all, if the commotion gets any bigger, it won't just alarm those nine generals.

Unfortunately, her idea was still naive.

When someone launches a plan, they don't care about so many things.

Master Kinnara had already demonstrated his attitude of not preaching, and with his eyes slightly closed, he felt the completion of the evil earth.

The Vajra Palm power of the Dragon Subduing Technique is deeply embedded in the Pure Land. This time, we will use a massive amount of Yin energy to completely eradicate it!

As the scene gradually expanded, even the black mountains that had been serving as a backdrop eventually came to life.

"This is... a ghost emperor emerging from the City of the Wrongfully Dead?"

The Black Mountain Demon was preparing for Ruoxu's next attack when he failed to notice that something seemed to have happened at his base camp.

His gaze lowered, and he saw a demonic monk swallowing Yin energy.

(End of this chapter)