Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 409 The Imperial Advisor narrowly escapes disaster

Night, in the north.

A large convoy is heading south across the land.

Three hundred armored soldiers led the way, and one hundred attendants sprinkled water to clean the streets. Behind them followed a caravan of countless oxen and horses, laden with provisions and supplies.

Eighteen red-robed monks, each holding auspicious symbols, guarded the surrounding area.

In the very center is a golden palanquin, ten feet long and wide, carried by sixteen men.

The roof of the carriage is made of gold, the canopy is made of yellow, and Arhats and Vajras are carved on the beams, pillars, and walls.

The extravagance was astonishing and an absolute overreach, yet despite the large number of witnesses, no one criticized it.

This is the imperial chariot of the National Preceptor, who is on his way from the capital to Xin'an County to chant sutras and pray for the suffering people.

The Imperial Advisor himself was unwilling to leave the city at this time, as the arrangements in the capital were not yet complete.

However, in order to drive away Grand Scholar Yin, it formed an alliance with Jia Chong.

Since the other party has fulfilled their promise, I must also investigate who is behind the flooding in Xin'an River and the search for the murderer who killed Jia Ning.

It doesn't believe the rumors about a hundred-mile-long water dragon hanging in the sky.

It would take immense magical power and spiritual cultivation to achieve that level of accomplishment; it wouldn't be worth it for a mere prefect of Xin'an County.

Since we're heading south this time, we might as well take this opportunity to check our plans for the south.

It trusted Deng You to do things.

Among its offspring, it was one of the few good children that could break free from its animalistic instincts.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have entrusted it with such an important task and human skin.

The matter concerning the Parasitic Pill is of paramount importance. The great trend of the Dao waning and the demons rising is the greatest blessing in the world. If it succeeds...
Even someone as cold-blooded as it felt a surge of warmth at this thought.

Of course, let's deal with a few small bugs first.

"You wicked monk, you have brought ruin to the country and its people, you deserve to die!"

"I, Zhao Huai'an, will rid the people of this scourge today!"

Just like any powerful villain, the Imperial Advisor also has a fixed routine of being assassinated whenever he goes out.

Several experts flew out of the bushes and charged towards the convoy. These were all well-known and highly skilled martial artists.

Unfortunately, they were stopped by several red-robed monks before they could get close, and the two sides clashed in the wilderness. Although the monks possessed great magical power, there were also true martial arts masters among the outlaws.

The sword light and the Buddha's light clashed repeatedly, causing the grass and trees to wither and the stones to fly everywhere.

The Imperial Advisor felt somewhat bored. How dare someone who lacked even the will to fight demons come out to subdue monsters? The human race of this era was truly getting weaker and weaker.

Think back to the late Han Dynasty, when even I could only live in the deep mountains and forests.

At that time, the smoke of battle was as abundant as wildflowers in the mountains, and those with strong martial will could rival cultivators of the fourth realm.

Fortunately, the overall situation in the world fell into a trough after the complete frenzy.

Thanks to the Sima family!
It was only during the Jin Dynasty that the Way declined and the Demonic Way rose, creating an opportunity for the world to fall into chaos.

After the death of General Zuo, the last martial arts expert in the imperial court, in battle on the grasslands, there were few capable individuals left.

His son still had some potential, but unfortunately, he was protected too well by Yu Gong and others and had no chance to be nipped in the bud.

The Imperial Advisor felt increasingly pleased with himself as he thought about these things, but then his expression suddenly changed.

A sense of blood ties led to the death of a very special descendant.

It's Deng You!

In his shock and anger, a burst of Buddhist light appeared around him, shattering the palanquin.

Oh no! Something terrible is about to happen!
If the matter of the parasitic pill were exposed, the old monk's expression would shift between anger and uncertainty.

The dignified and solemn appearance has turned into a sinister and eerie one, and the kind and benevolent eyes have evolved into a vicious and malevolent one.

Should we proceed to Wu County immediately?

To purge all those in the know with swift and decisive action, and then forcefully push forward with the plan?
This impulse seized all possibilities in an instant, and a wisp of calamity appeared above the Grand Preceptor's head.

An invisible wave originated from here, seemingly aiming to cross space and connect with a massive source of causal pollution on the other side of Taihu Lake. At that moment, the purple leather tablet bestowed upon him by the Jin Emperor inside the sedan chair suddenly fell to the ground with a soft sound.

The title engraved above, "Great Sage, Supreme Virtue, Universal Enlightenment, True Wisdom, Blessing the Nation, Auspicious Compassion, Universal Salvation, National Master," was illuminated for a moment by a golden dragon shadow.

In an instant, fate diverged, and new possibilities emerged.

Deng You is Deng You, and I am I.

If the parasitic elixir is temporarily prevented from hatching, there should be no major problems.

As long as Emperor Jin desires immortality and wants to break the taboo against the emperor, he must rely on me.

Moreover, the fact that Deng You didn't send any messages before his death suggests that the enemy was very powerful, and he might have been at risk of perishing.

It still feels a sense of awe when it thinks of that terrifying entity beneath the Yangtze River.

It was this extra thought that dissipated the aura of calamity above his head.

The Imperial Preceptor lost all interest in watching the play, clasped his hands together, and let the resounding Buddhist chants spread throughout the land.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot; the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."

The assassins were immediately filled with fear and resentment, and they all raised their weapons and mercilessly ended their own lives.

"Alright, let's head back to the capital."

The fastest way to obtain intelligence now is to return to the capital, which is also the safest place.

As for Jiangnan
Before leaving, he sent eighteen monks in red robes to Zhenjiang to do something.

At this moment, in the Yuwang Temple on Xishan Mountain of Taihu Lake.

Xu Xuan felt nothing; he no longer cared what kind of trouble he had gotten himself into.

Xiaoqing is meeting with the representative of the Taihu Lake water demon here, who, unsurprisingly, is the silver-tongued fellow that Turtle Da mentioned.

"Yu tamed the floods in Wu, and dredged canals through the three rivers and five lakes."

"When talking about Taihu Lake, one must mention this place from ancient times."

The old fish demon spoke eloquently, demonstrating his own value.

Even if you change employers again, you need to adjust yourself according to the characteristics of the new boss.

But as he was talking, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He inwardly groaned. Having a cautious and cruel king was already dangerous enough, but he hadn't expected that the human scholar who came later would be even more troublesome.

I have done my best to explain the number of demons in Taihu Lake, the origin of Taihu Lake, and the story of the previous Lady Luhua.

But why is the other person smiling at me?

In particular, the scholar's eyes gleamed with a white light, as if he could see through all of my thoughts.

Xu Xuan was indeed using the White Lotus Technique to probe the other party's thoughts.

Demons are late bloomers, so the older they get, the more cunning they become, just like humans.

He also needs to help vet Xiaoqing's new department.

As expected of a formidable enemy who even made Kame wary, his language skills are truly remarkable; he's a slippery fellow.

What I'm saying now is nine parts true and one part false; I'm still laying the groundwork to cover up my true purpose later.

That feeling is so familiar; yes, this is a monster who has studied.

The old fish demon felt immense pressure under such gazes, but since things had come to this point, perhaps a little effort would yield the best outcome.

"Your Majesty, let me speak from the heart."

My Taihu demon clan has been weak for a long time. Among more than a thousand demon beasts, only three have barely transformed into human form, and their bloodlines are so weak that they don't even have their innate supernatural powers.

He was then suppressed by the Golden Dragon Demon King for many years with cruel methods, and never regained his former glory.

Not long ago, two of their transformed demon race members were swiftly killed by powerful human warriors.

(End of this chapter)