Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 436 Jinshan Temple

Ding Yin panicked a little after hearing this. The Pure Land School was well-versed in the Ksitigarbha Dharma.

I was once a genius swordsman who roamed the north and south, so don't lie to me.

Moreover, you save millions of souls in a single day. You, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!

As for material possessions...
The South China Sea Sect's token is the Seven-Festival Sword, which seems impressive but is actually useless. This is because the South China Sea Sect is just a small sect with weak strength, techniques, and foundation; its strength lies in its exceptionally talented swordsman.

Of the three remaining items, the Ice Flame belonged to Yaochi Immortal Castle, the Shushan Luck Spiritual Flower Petal belonged to Deng Yin, and he had nothing else besides the divine weapon.

The saint sighed, "It seems that the rich and beautiful woman is the real exception."

He then took out a copy of the Ksitigarbha Sutra, which emitted a dark golden light, and began the work of performing the ritual of deliverance.

Ding Yin's true spirit was dumbfounded. It turned out that the true lineage of Ksitigarbha was in the Pure Land School. I was just ignorant.

A passageway was slowly opened amidst the Buddha's light surrounding the true spirit.

The aura of the Six Paths of Reincarnation appeared, actively absorbing the souls that had been liberated into it.

The handsome swordsman stood up and bowed respectfully to Fahai.

Then she turned around and walked away with a flourish.

He began learning swordsmanship at the age of three, entered the Daoist path after ten years, and reached the third realm at the age of fifty. He roamed the world, slaying countless demons and monsters, and was undoubtedly a protagonist of his time.

Unfortunately, he made a mistake, fell into trouble, implicated his friends, and caused the death of his apprentice.

This life ends here.

"He sacrificed himself with a smile, settling scores with a single move."

"I can't keep the appointment of three times, I'm sorry."

As the cycle of reincarnation dissipated, the once-great sword immortal left no trace of himself.

The flames burned out, leaving only a sword, a petal, and a crystal bottle in his hand.

After everything was put away, Xu Xuan quietly began cleaning up the scene.

It's been a long time since I've done these kinds of tedious finishing touches. Suddenly returning to this old routine brought me a sense of peace. I'm truly hopeless.

When the sky revealed the power of pure Yang, Xiaoqing arrived, and the two began exchanging information.

In the great battle, no one from Bao'an Hall died, but there were some casualties in the short term.

Yan Chixia was thoroughly taught a lesson by the Blood Demon tonight; his body was riddled with holes, resembling a honeycomb.

The blood flowed like a stream, and the sword intent was like a maggot clinging to the bone, requiring the wound to be slowly worn away before it could heal.

Through this battle, everyone now acknowledges that the Shu Mountain swordsmanship is superb, and Deng Yin truly deserves to be called a traitor of Shu Mountain elder level.

Unfortunately, Master Yan became a stepping stone for his sect's swordsmanship, causing him considerable emotional damage.

He's now being escorted back to the clinic to lie dead.

Even so, the one with the most serious injuries at Baoan Hall was not him, but Master Mao.

The approach of balancing the principles of nature is too extreme.

When facing a weak opponent, you can defeat them without needing to achieve a balance of power; but when facing a strong opponent, achieving a balance of power comes at a great cost.

This method of use is really too much of a drain on the old Taoist priest's lifespan.

Only my colleague, Gui Da, was generous enough to donate blood.

Otherwise, this kind of fighting style will eventually fail.

Xu Xuan was speechless after hearing Xiao Qing's account.

Fortunately, I managed to find the other two divine weapons this time. With the three swords in formation, the pressure has been greatly reduced, and things can be a bit more normal from now on.

It is said that Daozhang is also a tiger. Ever since he developed the Chengying technique, he has been addicted to it, and he always puts himself through a lot of trouble.

That kind of crazy enthusiasm is really quite exciting.

"Xu Xuan, please help Abbot Guangliang this time."

Xiaoqing was once a little snake demon who often went to Lingyin Temple to eat melons and fruits. Although her identity is different now, that feeling is still there.

The sight of the abbot now is truly heartbreaking and brings tears to the eyes of anyone who hears it.

So at daybreak, Second Hall Master Xu Qing rushed back to Feilai Peak.

The stone steps leading up the mountain were blocked by several huge rocks, and a welcoming monk was explaining to the pilgrims why they were no longer welcome.

"Yes, that's right. Last night, lightning struck and set the trees ablaze, and a few large rocks just happened to roll down onto the stone steps."

“Master Li is very kind. Our temple will handle this properly.”

"Yes, it will not be open to the public for some time."

Xu Xuan bypassed these people and arrived at Lingyin Temple, looking at the ruins with a sigh.

It bears no resemblance to its former glory; to call it ruins would be an understatement. Bricks and rubble are scattered everywhere, and of the grand halls with roofs, only the Huayan Hall remains.

The ground was riddled with craters, as if it had been battered inch by inch by a meteorite shower. There were also several bottomless pits, most of which were created by the master himself.

Just filling these holes would require an unknown amount of earthwork, and the foundation, which had crumbled into a spiderweb pattern, could no longer be preserved.

The trees and flowers were completely corroded, and even the smallest pebbles were gone.

The entire Feilai Peak seemed to have gone bald overnight, devoid of any life.

What pained the monks even more was that there was no Buddhist spirit in this place, and the incense and vows accumulated over many years had been completely exhausted.

Guangliang was in an even more miserable state. Even with a new monk's robe, he could not hide his deteriorating health, severe physical injuries, and listless spirit.

He was repeatedly hammered by the Blood Demon; the fact that he survived is a testament to the power of Zen Buddhist techniques.

A master of the third realm, backed by Buddhism, has never suffered such a loss before.

Guangliang felt a mix of emotions upon seeing his fellow Daoists appear.

To say that the reason the Blood Demon didn't come last night is somewhat self-deceptive is absurd. However, the scholars did stand up to protect the monks in the temple, and exorcising demons is their duty.

It's hard to describe in short.

Xu Xuan knew the scene was a bit awkward, so he smiled slightly at the somewhat uneasy students standing aside and told them to go back to the academy first.

The five men were thoroughly tested by the night's battle, and even Liang Shanbo, who hadn't participated, underwent a significant change in temperament.

Before leaving, he gave me one more piece of advice.

"Ji, go back and get something good to eat."

He only spoke with Guangliang after the students had left.

“Amitabha Buddha, even Zen Master Fahai has seen it. Lingyin Temple is in such a state that we really don’t know what to do.”

“Master Guangliang, there is no need to worry. As fellow Buddhist disciples and fellow practitioners in the Qiantang region, we will naturally help Lingyin Temple overcome its difficulties.”

Next, the foremost Buddhist philanthropist presented a comprehensive plan.

Reconstruction is necessary.

Qiantang needs a temple to protect it.

The power left by the Blood Demon has been washed away by the White Lady, and the place has been restored to its former tranquility, allowing the temple to be rebuilt on the spot.

Neither side was worried about money. Xu Xuan had money, the students had money, but Lingyin Temple had even more money.

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

The problem lies in what to do with the people.

Many monks expressed that they were greatly shocked, never expecting that entering the monastic life would mean fighting to the death with such terrifying demons.

As soon as it was light, many people came to the abbot wanting to return to secular life.

Guangliang approved it all; there was no point in stopping it.

Where did the remaining monks go while the temple was being rebuilt? That took quite a while.

Daily practice, physical exertion, and chanting of scriptures all require a suitable place where one will not be disturbed.

Therefore, staying on Feilai Peak to do the work of a craftsman is not an option.

You can't even stay at a nearby temple; with so many monks staying there, wouldn't that be like a cuckoo taking over someone else's place?

“I know a place not far from here, which can be reached by boat in a day.”

"There is an island in the middle of the river in Dantu, and on the island is an abandoned temple called Jinshan Temple."

"With some simple repairs, it can be lived in."

"As for the formalities, I can handle them through my connections in the state."

Xu Xuan generously offered his own dojo, where the Yangtze River Dragon Lord was also present, making it absolutely safe.

It is also suitable for monks who have experienced the Blood Demon incident to cultivate their minds.

After listening, Guangliang felt that this place was indeed very good, since monks do not rely much on external things.

The second problem is the depletion of incense offerings and the power of prayers.

Xu Xuan made a grand promise, saying that he would ask Magistrate Song to organize a religious ceremony in the second half of the year to enhance the prestige of Lingyin Temple.

The sacrificial rites following the repair of the river channel were also handed over to the Buddhist community, and of course, it was only right to sponsor some funds for the government.

The religious atmosphere in Wu County is very strong due to the incident of the county governor turning into a demon, so it is also possible to make introductions to take on business there.

Therefore, there is no need to worry about the matter of incense offerings.

Guangliang was thus relieved. Master Fahai's arrangements in the secular world were truly professional and his influence was considerable.

Before leaving, Xu Xuan glanced at Qing You, who was standing there in a daze in the crowd.
Since Guangliang didn't mention it, he didn't ask.

　Red envelopes will be sent in the group tomorrow night.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)