Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 375 The Grand Historian's Words Shake the World

Heaven?

In the sky?!
heaven!

Exclamations arose everywhere, but no one paid any attention to the already fallen Taishi.

The curtain trembled, as if some movement was coming from within.

At the cry of "Protect the Emperor!", countless figures leaped onto the main hall, the sounds of swords being drawn echoing throughout the hall.

The array within the palace was activated in an instant, and the power of humanity surged and roared.

Lord Jia snorted coldly, indicating that this was nothing, and then quickly hid in the crowd.

Even the Imperial Advisor's pupils contracted; if the White Lotus Saint Mother really arrived, it would have to run away.

That killer was truly ruthless; I only glanced at him from afar once before I was slapped.

After waiting for a long time, nothing changed; the blue sky remained the same, and the white clouds remained the same.

Everyone then realized that they had made a misunderstanding.

The main reason was that they were frightened. Although many people have never seen the Virgin Mary, there are quite a few legends about her.

Things like breaching the mountain gate, killing indiscriminately regardless of good or evil, and acting without regard for luck.

In particular, the records within each family's books are very clear, not to mention the royal family.

Emperor Jin was a man of great talent and ambition in his youth, but as he grew older, he began to pursue the path to immortality and lost some of his demeanor as a ruler.

Behind the curtain, the emperor was equally startled by that sentence above, and his expression changed drastically.

Once the smoke cleared and everyone returned to their places, it was as if nothing had happened.

That would put the Grand Historian, who died right in the middle, in a rather awkward position.

Did he mock everyone with his life?

Let's talk about posthumously awarding it later.

The guards carried this expendable figure, who had stunned everyone in his final moments, out for a proper burial.

The imperial court now has several important matters to discuss.

First, there's the instability of the imperial court's fortunes and the return of the White Lotus Holy Mother.

Indeed, the return of the White Lotus Holy Mother is already confirmed. Given the court's ability to keep secrets, it should take at least an hour to leave the capital, half a day for the news to spread throughout the north, and a day for it to reach all of China.

So what does "sky" refer to?
Where the clouds are deep and the mountains are unknown? Or does it refer to a specific place?
The Grand Historian didn't explain it clearly before he died, but that's how divination works. It's already lucky to be able to divinate three-tenths of the heavenly secrets with one hundred percent of your ability.

Besides, having even a clue is always a good thing.

The hidden forces of the Great Jin Dynasty, as well as the sects connected to the secular world, can be used as a basis for investigation, since they all have grudges against each other.

The second point is that the matter of the Xin'an River has already been resolved.

The blockage downstream caused the river to rise, the water surged, and the floodwaters spread for hundreds of miles, inundating several surrounding counties.

Fortunately, there were very few casualties.

As for the Prefect of Xin'an
The person who reported glanced at Lord Jia in the crowd, but still forced himself to continue.

He was worried about the flood and had been guarding the city wall for a long time. He was so tired that he fell and broke his neck when he went downstairs.

it is good!
This is a very good result, and a posthumous title should be conferred upon him.

The imperial court lacked such dedicated and capable ministers.

Grand Commandant Jia, with tears streaming down his face, kowtowed to express his gratitude for His Majesty's kindness.

The third thing.

A messenger from Jiannan reported that chaos had broken out in Jianwei County, Yizhou, and that a demon seemed to have been born.

A high-ranking official from the court is needed to assist in the defense.

this.
The ministers were puzzled; surely Luo, the governor of Yizhou, wouldn't do something like this.

He once served as General Who Pacifies the West and Colonel of the Western Barbarians. He was a proper military commander, and his uncle was also a famous general.

Of course, this doesn't mean he's so capable that he doesn't need to ask for help.

There is a saying in Yizhou: "Those whom the emperor loves are either wicked or sycophantic; those whom the emperor hates are either loyal or upright."

Therefore, this guy is a greedy, indecisive scoundrel. His moral character is on par with the governors and prefects of several other major states.

These regional officials were having a great time as local tyrants, so why would they actively seek help from the capital unless they were truly in dire need?

Everyone looked at each other, but no word came from them.

While the others were unprepared, Lord Jia was clearly well-prepared.

He stepped forward and declared to the elder that there was only one person in the court who could quell the rebellion in Yizhou, and that was none other than Yin Shidan, the Grand Secretary of the Wenyuan Pavilion.

Then came a barrage of flattery, basically saying that the Grand Scholar's arrival in Sichuan would surely restore peace to the region.

The court officials remained silent at first; were they following a script?
Immediately afterwards, they all stepped forward to vouch for the Grand Secretary, using their knowledge to praise him as unparalleled in the world in terms of character, appearance, and ability.

Nothing is more important than Yizhou.
The Land of Abundance
The biggest thorn in the side of the court has been removed; the second one cannot be left behind.

Grand Scholar Yin instinctively sensed something was wrong, but unfortunately, Confucianism was constrained by the imperial system, and he was not as ruthless as Yu Gong, who could easily defeat a group of people. He was immediately at a disadvantage.

Finally, even the Imperial Advisor stepped forward, stating that the demonic energy in Shu had soared to the heavens and could only be suppressed by a person of righteous integrity.

The Jin emperor, behind the curtain, nodded slowly.

Let’s go, let’s go.

With Shi Dan gone, there is no one in the court who can stop me from achieving immortality.

This was a planned transfer, but it just happened to erupt today due to the White Lotus incident, which also reduced the resistance to transferring the Grand Secretary.

This is fate, so don't blame me.

No matter how nicely it was worded, the decree to transfer high-ranking officials in the imperial court was passed at an alarming speed.

Without repeated back-and-forth, the dissenting voices were crushed like the mournful cries of ants.

The Grand Secretary stood below the steps, looking at the Emperor behind the curtain with utter disappointment.

As wise as he was, he already knew who wanted to drive him out of the court. Even if he could struggle for months, what difference would it make?
This matter is now a done deal.

What truly made him give up resistance was the attitude of those in power.

Since that's the case, let's go back to Qiantang first to see our family and have a chat with Yu Gong.

"Lord Fu, from now on, I'm counting on you."

He patted his old friend on the shoulder. The era of this young man, who was famous throughout Jiangnan and who swept through hundreds of students in the capital, and who was the second pillar of the court, had finally come to an end.

The capital city was shaken three times in one day.

The ancestral temple of Donglin Temple was also shaken.

A group of monks stared at a golden rice bowl for a long time.

The unnamed old monk who was leading the group admitted that his Buddhist heart, which had been numb for hundreds of years, had become somewhat numb.

What is this? Where has all the incense offerings and vows accumulated by my Pure Land sect over the years, as well as the Buddhist power left by successive abbots, gone?

Empty? All is vanity?
Oh no, there's also a three-zhang-tall skeleton of a demon inside.

After reading the palm leaf, I felt a mix of emotions, realizing that my mental cultivation was inadequate.

The old monk knows Master Fahai's character, so he can't be blamed.

"Enough, enough. Every drink and every bite is preordained."

Besides, didn't we also get back a contaminated Arhat Buddha bone in return?

By the way, I still don't know which Arhat this is.

Even if the Five Hundred Arhats are unique, it's hard to tell them apart from their polluted skeletons.

He then summoned all the senior monks and novices in the sect to chant sutras near the Mahavira Hall.

Let's start with a 49-day package to refine the golden body of the Arhat.

The Pure Land School has entered a period of seclusion.

Two days passed in this way, and the world was filled with various earthquakes.

The earthquake shook the north and south, causing undercurrents to surge within the imperial court. No one cared what kind of demon had emerged in Sichuan; everyone was focused on the position left by the Grand Secretary.

(End of this chapter)