Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 433 Many Poets from Qiantang

"Qiantang! Qiantang!"

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh~!~~~"

A blood-red shadow streaked angrily across the night sky; if they didn't leave soon, dawn would break.

Although Deng Yin's level of cultivation meant he wouldn't care about sunlight, the power of extreme yang still made most bad people uncomfortable.

Of course, what was even more uncomfortable at this moment was his own disheveled escape.

He had a real premonition of something bad happening.

As the most powerful demonic cultivator present, he could vaguely sense the shift in the overall situation.

From initially having a significant advantage and victory seemingly assured, to a slight regrouping and a diminished momentum, followed by a series of unexpected events that ultimately suppressed the momentum to a mere slight advantage.

If the fight continues, the two sides will likely become evenly matched, and no one knows what will happen in the end.

Having fought alongside Ren Shou for many years and straddling both the righteous and demonic paths, Deng Yin knew very well what fortune meant.

With destiny on his side, he will slay gods and Buddhas alike. Rare and precious materials and unparalleled magical treasures will come to him willingly.

With the mandate of heaven gone, calamities abound. Even a top-tier sect like Mount Shu, which gathers the spiritual energy of the southwest, will be wiped out.

Ding Yin's incarnation was obtained when the Mandate of Heaven was with me; otherwise, how could such a genius have been parasitized and possessed?

Therefore, his plan was to return to Mount Shu and hand over the information to the main body.

Then, he summoned Green Robe and other demons who had deep-seated hatred for Mount Shu to come to Qiantang again and crush the general trend with overwhelming power.

Thinking about this made me feel much better.

"Hahahaha, the remnants of Mount Shu would never have imagined that I would retreat so decisively."

"If it were here."

The speeding blood light suddenly slowed down, and the blood demon in the air looked at the mountain in front of it with suspicion.

The mountain is an unnamed, desolate mountain, but the person is no ordinary person.

At the summit, the monk sat quietly in meditation, seemingly one with the vast天地 (heaven and earth).

The pristine white monks' robes and red kasayas swayed gently in the wind, untouched by dust.

This monk was only at the second level, but he posed a very strong threat to him.

It possesses a powerful yet eerie quality.

Well, Deng Yin no longer underestimates any cultivator at a lower level; who knows what kind of special skills they might have?

He had fought that group of strange men for half the night, and his magical power was less than 60% of his peak strength, while his momentum was only 50%. If possible, it would be best to escape.

So they decided to take a detour.

The pair of eyes atop the mountain, fixed on the blood-red light, calmly said:
"Please wait, benefactor."

The benefactor had no intention of stopping and began to speed up.

A thunderous crack resounded in the Blood Demon's heart.

An invisible wave swirled between the two sides, and the aura of the three calamities of water, fire, and wind suddenly appeared before their eyes before dissipating.

This overwhelming sense of threat forced it to stop its flight technique.

Deng Yin looked at the barren mountain and the monk with surprise and doubt, and suddenly felt it was absurd.

The incredibly realistic aura of karmic fire, weak water, and gale just now was all fake.
"The Illusion Sect?"

It's no wonder he had this guess, mainly because this kind of method has already grasped the essence of 'worldly truths are all like illusions'.

The holy monk shook his head.

Since the White Lotus Sect breached the sect, its cultivation techniques have become commonplace.

We've only learned a few basic tricks after fighting many top-tier cultivators skilled in illusion techniques. As for why they're so realistic...
Because he had indeed personally unleashed the power of wind, fire, and water to destroy a city that spanned five hundred miles.

So this isn't an illusion; it's a recreation of the crime scene.

"So you're from the Zen school?"

Having just overturned Lingyin Temple, it's not surprising that a Zen monk would come to intercept them. The strongest sect in the Central Plains is the Pure Land sect, while the most powerful is the Zen sect.

The holy monk shook his head again.

We have a karmic debt with Zen Buddhism that led to our deaths, so we cannot claim their name.

Besides, it's not convenient to wear a vest today.

"Then who are you?"

Blood Demon ultimately made a fatal mistake.

That is, instead of immediately starting a war to defeat this seemingly strong but actually weak sorcerer, they gave him a chance to speak.

The holy monk stood up and spoke in a loud voice.

"Emerging from the lotus-shaped pure platform, the wondrous Dharma gate of the Pure Land is opened."

"Resurrecting the dead and transcending the mundane, coming from a past life to guide the holy embryo."

"Pure Land School, Fahai."

As the poem's clarion call resounded, Deng Yin felt as if struck by lightning, his entire body going numb, and his blood-red figure teetering on the verge of collapse.

Here we go again?! Here we go again!!!
Are you all crazy, Qiantang people? Everyone here is a poet?

The ominous atmosphere grew stronger; he realized that this monk was in cahoots with the group of strange people from before!
Blood immediately filled the sky, obscuring everything, and all those reciting the hymns must die!
No matter how the Blood Demon reacted, the Holy Monk didn't care.

It is rare to find someone as honest as Xu Xuan who doesn't wear an alias.

This also illustrates that once someone reveals their real name, the outcome of the battle is already predetermined.

Little did Deng Yin know that the successive poems and unexpected events had already enraged the Three Corpse Fire within him.

“Monk Fahai, you will pay the price for stopping me.”

A sinister, demonic voice resounded from within one's mind.

The crimson hue had already enveloped the barren mountains; rocks, trees, weeds, and streams were all stained with blood and filth.

"It's just a trick, showing off one's skills in front of an expert."

The holy monk lightly stepped on the barren mountain beneath his feet.

Ten thousand golden rays shone forth, turning the barren mountain into a golden mountain, and a temple stood atop the mountain.

Boundless primordial energy began to gather, and the radiance resembled an inverted Milky Way hanging down from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, this mountain has soared into the clouds, like a sacred place for preaching, with golden Buddha light illuminating the world.

The pure, undefiled, equal, and perfect light of Buddha illuminated the world that was still in darkness.

The sounds of chanting resounded, and a strange fragrance wafted through the air, rising from the clouds. A sacred spring gushed forth, and the trees grew lush and verdant, bearing the four treasures of gold, silver, lapis lazuli, and crystal. Seven-jeweled golden banners, seven-jeweled flowers and leaves, and other Buddhist scenes adorned the scene.

Temples and sacred sites of Ksitigarbha, Avalokiteshvara, Tathagata, Kasyapa, and other major Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are distributed throughout the mountains.

Furthermore, eight great heavenly dragons and thirty thousand Arhats appeared from the Pure Land.

They might study Buddhism, or chant scriptures and meditate.

It made one feel as if they had arrived at the legendary Mount Sumeru.

But it didn't end there. The red cassock flew into the sky, as if covering the heavens, the earth, the east, the west, the south, the north, the gate of life, the gate of death, the past, and the future.

Fahai stood at the highest point and showed a compassionate expression to the solemn-faced Blood Demon.

There is only one thing he needs to do now: shake the old demon's mind.

As it happens, the Venerable Monk Xu is most skilled at manipulating demonic minds.

He sat cross-legged among the thirty thousand Arhats and recounted the other party's background in detail.

"Blood Demon, whose real name is Deng Yin, is a descendant of loyal and virtuous people. His family has lived in seclusion on Cuiping Mountain and Peach Blossom Slope for generations. He has lived for several generations and is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, literature, and martial arts. He was originally a handsome and dashing man. Later, he met Ren Shou, who was also a disciple of the immortals who had not yet entered the sect. They shared the same ideals and were willing to become sworn brothers and study under the same master together."

A ripple appeared in Deng Yin's bloodshot pupils. How did this monk know all this? He even knew the trajectory of his life before he entered the Daoist path.

Could it be that the despicable Ren Shou leaked it?!
I knew there was something fishy about Qiantang!
"His master was Yu Daoren, also known as Chusanzi. His wife was Shen Wugou, and his lover was the Red Flower Demoness."

(End of this chapter)