Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 469 Water Lord's Blessing
"next."

The round, fish-like eyes were right in front of me, which was quite terrifying.

"next."

A large pair of pliers accidentally bumped into the table, and with a crack, the table shattered, replaced by a stone table.

"Next one."

The clam shell opened, and out stepped a graceful clam spirit. This one spoke much more fluently and even giggled.

The little fairy had some thoughts, but then Yu Bai slapped her away.

They dared to mess with the Demon King's student without even considering their own status.

If it weren't for their expertise in intelligence gathering, they would have already thrown him into a pot and cooked him into soup to nourish the king.

Under the lamplight, Li Daoyuan, who was writing with lightning speed, didn't care about the other person's appearance. Perhaps he had seen too many strange shapes and was a little awkward to suddenly see someone who conformed to human aesthetic standards.

He lamented his own fate, as if he had not joined any proper sect of immortals.

Because what we're doing now is no different from what a minor government official is doing.

I remember my distant uncle, who was on official business in Xin'an County, also registered and recorded things in the same way. The only difference was that he was asking not humans but water demons.

With the assistance of so many unique indigenous people, the efficiency of entering river information has skyrocketed, but this is anything but romantic.

The beauty of mountains and rivers is the driving force for progress.

If it weren't for Professor Xu's promise that as long as he completed the Taihu Hydrological Map, he could explore the landscape at his own pace, along with the enticing promise of a mysterious gift, he really wouldn't have been able to withstand this intensity of attending classes during the day and working overtime at night.

Of course, this kind of efficiency also has a unique kind of beauty.

such as
"Send a team to scout Dingshan Lake, especially the northwest corner."

"Yes."

At a single command, specialized aquatic creatures would go to scout the environment and even take photos with a recording bead.

The convenience is simply indescribable; it's something even human armies can't achieve.

"Never mind, never mind. Master Xu said he wouldn't restrict himself once the Taihu Lake hydrological map is completed."

"Work overtime, work overtime!"

In fact, on the third day of work, Li had some doubts. If this was such a simple task, it seemed that any scholar could complete it, so why was it him?

The answer is: destiny.

Before an individual transcends the world, following destiny is the only way to keep pace with the times.

Some people can do the same thing, while others cannot.

Li's landscape writing is effective output, while the "saintly father" might be struck by lightning if he wrote it.

Li Yingqi was unparalleled in killing, and his cultivation could advance rapidly. King Benbo also loved killing, but he died tragically by the river.

That's how different they are.

Xu's first pot of gold came from destiny, so he naturally wouldn't underestimate this rule, and would even take advantage of it.

The three heroes' fate was in the imperial court, so he taught them human principles and methods. The three extraordinary individuals' fate was in the hands of heaven and earth, so he let them grow wildly.

Of course, this refers to the situation where destiny is in my hands.

When fate is no longer with us.
The right hand is a sign that "fate is not to be feared, ancestors are not to be followed, and public opinion is not to be heeded."

He then countered with, "The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise; in the year of Jiazi, great fortune will come to the world."

The Father was a pragmatist.

Li also understood some of the principles, and it seems that she herself has a special destiny, which is also related to mountains and rivers.

He was overjoyed; this was a gift from God.

Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, Teacher—with Heaven above Father, there's now ample reason to completely embark on a different path.

Lost in thought, he swallowed a drop of the spiritual water. After drinking it, he felt refreshed and all his fatigue vanished.

It was a nightmare for working people. It was amidst this rush that the corrected hydrological map of Taihu Lake was finally completed.

As it was completed, a golden light flashed, and Li felt refreshed all over.

He looked as relaxed as if a mountain had been removed from his back, and his eyes were sharper.

Is this destiny?
Even in winter, a light rain fell on Taihu Lake. It wasn't icy cold, but rather warm and life-giving.

After winter set in, the plants showed subtle signs of sprouting and budding, and even the dried-up water level rose slightly.

This unusual fluctuation is even greater than when Xiaoqing pacified Taihu Lake and became the Water Lord.

The people in the Imperial Observatory were dumbfounded. Could it be that winter had turned into spring overnight?
In the end, it was simply considered an auspicious omen and reported, then mixed in with many other auspicious omens and thrown into the fire.

Xu Xuan rushed to Xishan as soon as he heard the news. He was pleasantly surprised to see the Taihu Lake hydrological map with its golden edges. The version of the Xianxia world was indeed extraordinary.

The divine sword is divine, and the divine book is naturally divine as well.

Although the divine object is concealing itself and the special effects are fading, the power it contains is extremely profound.

He patted the student on the shoulder and said, "You really deserve it. You did a great job."

"Master Xu, it's what I promised before."

That's why I say this kid is honest.

Xu Xuan said there was no problem.

Li initially wanted to travel the world and record its landscapes. Now she wants to use magical powers to travel the world and record its landscapes.

After encountering one monster after another, he dared not go out into the wild to deliver vegetables without any preparation.

"I'll devise a cultivation plan for you when spring arrives, and then you can roam freely, going up mountains and down to the sea."

Such small wishes are very easy to fulfill, whether through the Shushan Dharma or the Pure Land Dharma.

You could even send him to Jinshan Temple to practice Arhat Fist, and having a strong physique to travel the world would be a good choice. You could also become friends with Jianglong.

With this connection, I can record some details when I see Lingshan in the future, since Lingshan is also a mountain.

After sending the students back to the academy, Xu Xuan took the book and went to the Yuwang Temple.

After observing the fluctuations of the giant egg and confirming that there were no major problems, it was handed over to the Taoist priest.

"Offering prayers and prayers? That's easy."

As a prominent rogue cultivator, the Taoist priest's role as a priest offering sacrifices to the gods was part of his old profession during his time wandering the martial world.

Once the auspicious time was determined, preparations began immediately.

Xu Xuan, on the other hand, withdrew from the temple and stood a little further away to protect the Dharma, hoping to avoid any accidents and also to prevent any crisis from affecting him if an accident occurred. This camaraderie was truly remarkable.

Master Mao in the temple carefully arranged the ceremony and then began chanting the prayer.

Taoist rituals, used to communicate with all spirits in heaven and earth, are considered a universally applicable set of practices. Essentially, this system was universally used as long as deities existed.

Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, and various large families all have their own methods.

Whether it's worshipping ancestors or praying for divine protection with a prayer, everyone's requests are in a similar format, with only minor adjustments needed in the content.

"Heaven and earth are positioned, and sacrifices are offered to all the gods. The six ancestral temples are worshipped, and the three auspicious omens are all in order. Sweet rain and gentle winds bring forth millet and sorghum, which are revered by all the people; thus, a beautiful blessing arises."

Magic was surging, and spirituality was leaping, but the egg remained completely still, offering no response whatsoever.

The ritual ended with the declaration that the channeling had failed.

Both of them were a little puzzled. Was there something else they had done wrong?

"Let me try."

Xu Xuan felt that the Taoist priest lacked spirituality and was unable to communicate with him.

Just like borrowing Li's hand to write the Taihu hydrology, this time I will use my own hand to complete the ceremony.

　There's only one week left until the end of this year's work, everyone! Hang in there!
　　Red envelopes will continue to be sent in the group on New Year's Eve. Those who missed out on New Year's Day can look forward to it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)