Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 442 Green

Xu Xuan completed the procedures for renaming Zexin Temple to Jinshan Temple with lightning speed, and even used his connections to transfer the documents of the monks from Lingyin Temple to this temple.

This enthusiasm misled Guangliang, which is why they immediately took a boat here.

Then they realized that something seemed amiss.

"Fahai, you"

"I've been overcome by anger again."

Looking at the three blurred characters of Zexin Temple on the plaque in the ruins, Guangliang felt a complex mix of emotions.

At this time, he was no longer the abbot of Lingyin Temple, but was appointed as the supervisor of Jinshan Temple by Fahai.

It is said that even if the temple is changed, the original abbot is still needed to manage the novice monks.

A few years later, they can return to Feilai Peak and be reassigned.

He was actually very touched; this was much more comfortable than living under someone else's roof.

Before coming here, he really thought there was a small temple called Jinshan Temple, a branch of the Pure Land School, on the banks of the Yangtze River, which could accept him and other monks.

Unexpectedly, this temple was completely deserted, appearing to have been abandoned for at least several decades.

The only good thing is that the foundation is intact, and there are a few dilapidated tile-roofed houses that can provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Furthermore, according to Abbot Fahai, he also contacted the Ji Family Chamber of Commerce and official forces to transport building materials and provide craftsmen.

It only takes one or two months to repair and move in.

"Alas, the worldly troubles on Feilai Peak, while one cultivates a Buddhist heart in Jinshan Temple."

"The order is placed here; there should be no complaints."

"That's good, then I'll focus on my spiritual practice these next few years."

It just feels weird.

It felt like Abbot Fahai had suddenly acquired a temple and dozens of monks out of thin air.

“Amitabha, Abbot Fahai should not be that kind of person.”

Guangliang's trust was justified.

Xu Xuan hadn't thought that much about it at first; his mind was now filled with thoughts of war.

Half a month later, on the western hill of Taihu Lake.

Several figures were sitting in the Yuwang Temple.

There are seemingly gentle scholars who are actually evil cult leaders, demonic monks, Taoist priests who are ethereal and otherworldly but wage war and risk their lives, and swordsmen who were once righteous heroes but have now turned to the path of killing.

Below them stood two figures, one tall and one short.

The taller one was full of vigor and high spirits, his fighting spirit soaring. The shorter one exuded murderous intent and was invincible.

The atmosphere in the temple was heavy, yet it concealed a power that could shake the heavens and earth.

Today's actions are destined to change the landscape of Jiangnan, and also to expose new forces to the light of day.

Xu Xuan came downstairs and opened the window, letting the last bit of warmth fill the room.

The figures of the heroes of Baoan Hall emerged from the darkness into the sunlight.

The change of light and darkness is like the reversal of yin and yang, and the recurrence of heaven and earth.

This push also heralded the beginning of a mighty, sweeping trend.

"Xiaoqing, once you embark on this path, there is no turning back."

This is the last reminder; if they are willing to turn back, then all the arrangements outside will be abandoned. Xu Xuan has other methods to achieve his goal.

After all, the deeper one's cultivation goes, the more one understands the dangers of this path.

As a guide, the Holy Father certainly cannot be as ruthless to friends as he is to enemies.

Of course, this nonsense was met with a resounding rebuttal.

"He who conquers others is strong; he who conquers himself is mighty." - Lao Tzu.

He's become a cultured person.

That copy of the Tao Te Ching ultimately gave him a superficial understanding of the virtue of water, and he already had a heart that yearned for the Tao. Miss Bai should be very happy about that.

Of course, he was happy for Xiaoqing too.

Having grown from a little monster to this point, we can no longer judge her with old eyes.

Master Mao stood up and cupped his hands in greeting: "I have three swords, ready to be used at any time."

The swordsman bowed and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "As long as I can still wield my sword, I will certainly assist Master Qing in accomplishing this great undertaking."

Master Qing deserves this courtesy. Xu Xuan then handed over a scroll, his eyes blazing with a terrifying light, and solemnly said to his close friend:
"Then I will quell the demon scourge in Jiangnan and become an unparalleled demon king."

"Of course!"

The girl's eyes were also red, like the reflection of the setting sun, or like the flames of war burning.

Creak~~~ The gate of Yuwang Temple opened.

The mountains trembled, and the lake surged. Above the western mountains, winds rose and clouds billowed.

Two figures walked out of the door.

The first: Clad in gleaming golden armor, his golden crown shimmering. His twin swords seemed to pierce through the clouds, his cloud-patterned shoes perfectly complementing his attire.
King Xiaoqing emerged in a magnificent suit of armor, exuding heroic spirit and revealing extraordinary valor between his brows, his eyes sharp and resolute.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, walking steadily and powerfully towards the lake.

She liked this feeling, the feeling of being at the forefront of events.

She was very happy as the deputy head of Baoan Hall, and even happier as the leader of the Taihu Demon Clan.

Now, it's time for Jiangnan to experience my joy.

The second verse: A rare treasure born of the waters of Jiangnan descends to earth to aid the most benevolent. The Qiantang River has already given rise to a murderous aura; the spirits of the four seas should be extinguished.

Truly, her jade-like face was as beautiful as a full moon, her red lips parted to reveal silver teeth. Her eyes gleamed like lightning, her forehead broad and her hair styled in a high bun. Her sash shone brightly, reflecting her inner beauty, and her jeweled armor gleamed against her battle boots.

It was none other than Li Yingqi, Xiaoqing's first disciple and vanguard officer.

She also loved this magnificent life. As her spirit became more active, the vital energy of heaven and earth was continuously gathering into her body, bringing her one step closer to entering the Dao.

The two walked towards Taihu Lake, one after the other.

"My disciple, let us accomplish something great."

"Yes, master!"

The lake should have been shimmering under the setting sun, but today the undercurrents were so strong that it made people uneasy.

The wind is rising, and the waves are rolling in.

The reeds on the bank swayed with an invisible force, as if they were ready to do so.

Splash, splash, water everywhere.

With a shout, two waves parted and eight hundred demon soldiers emerged.

The two leaders at the front displayed the aura of a demon race in human form, using water-splitting techniques to clear the way.

The adjutant, Gui Da, carried a star-studded flag on his shoulder, wore full black armor, and held a divination hexagram in his hand: the hexagram Shi (師), Earth over Water, line 92: "Good fortune in the army, no blame, the king bestows three blessings."

The strategist, Yu Bai, wore a fish-scale robe and a scholar's cap, which was seven inches high in the front, three inches high in the back, and eight inches long. He held the elusive weapon, the Liuli Shield.

Behind them, demon soldiers, clad in full helmets and armor, trod upon the lake's surface, banners fluttering, halberds gleaming. Their helmets gleamed, their armor shimmering. A demonic aura permeated the air, a palpable sense of impending doom.

"Your Majesty!!!"

boom!
Eight hundred demon soldiers saluted, and the waters of the 36,000 hectares of Taihu Lake rippled outwards, splashing across the four waterways in the east, west, south, and north.

Xiaoqing's pretty face transformed into one of unparalleled dominance, her eyes sparkling like stars, and she waved her hand with great flair.

"Raise the flag!"

Splash splash ...
A large flag flew out from the Yuwang Temple and fluttered in the evening breeze.

"green"

Since the priority is to conquer the Taihu Lake system, many things will no longer be able to be hidden.

This flag was modified from a star banner, and the inscription on it was written by Bai Suzhen herself.

It possesses an inner power that can swallow mountains and rivers, and an outer power that can shake the stars; it is already a treasure for offense and conquest.

As for this character, it also signifies that the historical mission of the Great King of Benbo has come to an end, and Baoan Hall has gained the strength to withstand the storms. It also signifies that it is time for the Great King of Xiaoqing to officially step onto the stage.

Then, with his back to the demons, King Xiaoqing took out a bamboo scroll and recited a pledge to the heavens.

Heaven and earth are the parents of all things, and the spirit of all things. Heaven blesses the people, acting as their ruler and teacher.

The demons of Dongting Lake, disrespecting Heaven, have brought calamities upon living beings. They bully lesser demons, forcibly occupy their water dwellings, wield magic and power, and run rampant with ferocity. They frighten and injure aquatic creatures, and frighten away turtles and alligators. Their wolfish ambitions are blatantly obvious.

This king shall raise an army to punish the wicked and bring peace to the people, rescuing all souls from suffering. With great fervor, I shall march forth to carry out divine punishment!
Click, click, click.

Three thunderclaps resounded in the sky, and crimson lightning streaked across the heavens.

The calamity was completely ignited in Taihu Lake, and Heaven received Xiaoqing's request to join the battle.

"The army will march south of the Yangtze River!"

(End of this chapter)