Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 480 Interviewing Talent
According to the hierarchy of spiritual cultivation, he is a rogue cultivator who would find it difficult to hold his head high when encountering major sects.

"Ah, very good."

what?
The old monk was shocked. "Even if you come from a prestigious sect, you shouldn't mock me like this."

"What I mean is, it doesn't matter if you haven't studied it before. My Jinshan Temple has several lineages that directly point to the Great Way."

"And there are no restrictions on where one comes from, as long as one has the right principles in mind."

The holy monk nodded in satisfaction. Given the other party's background, it was indeed something that ordinary temples would not want to accept. Fortunately, they came to Jiangnan.

The monk Baizhu was unaware that his disguise had been seen through; however, the sudden topic was somewhat inexplicable.

Although I'm happy that you said that, Abbot, let's face this hurdle first.

Don't underestimate that turtle monster; it's really powerful.

Moreover, he is extremely vengeful. After being injured by Guangliang, he will definitely stay here and continue to attack pilgrims. He might even transform into human form and come to the shore to provoke them.

Master Fahai asked, "Are you talking about a burly, dark-skinned old man?"

"he came."

The monster was indeed audacious, daring to sneak into Jinshan Temple during the day.

But it was probably because there were so many people around that he dared to do something rash.

No matter how powerful a righteous monk is, he would not dare to harm the lives of ordinary people.

When the monk Baizhu looked towards the mountain gate, he immediately stood in front of the crowd in a tense manner.

Xu Xuan nodded in satisfaction, adding another point to his positive impression.
Then, push aside the kind old monk and face the legendary turtle monster.

"My name is Zhang. I brought my family to Jiangnan and personally went to the market to buy dowry. When the boat arrived at Jinshan, I prayed for good fortune."

He was adorned with jewels, his hair and beard were all white, and his face was dark with a ruddy tinge, giving him the appearance of a wealthy old man.

His small eyes flashed with a fierce light as he stared at the White Pearl Monk; he didn't look like a good person at all.

The turtle monster is certainly not human, nor did it come to draw lots.

He came to see if Guangliang was actually in the temple. If he wasn't, then he could eat his fill of meat.

Faced with the enemy's request, Abbot Fahai calmly led them to the fuel tank.

"We are destined to meet, and how deep that connection is depends on how sincere you are."

Today, I, Fahai, am here. Even Arhats would have to sweep the temple floor, and demons would have to offer me their wealth.

Monk Baizhu
The turtle monster, which had been keeping a close eye on its old rival, has now turned its attention to this young monk.

He chuckled and said, "Interesting."

So he took out the silver he had plundered from the humans and exchanged it for a fortune stick. No matter what the bald monk says today, I can't say for sure.

Xu Xuan looked at the silver coins, which were entangled in blood, with a somewhat indifferent gaze.

He then picked up the bamboo skewer, looked at it from left to right, and then let out a long sigh.

"The unlucky number is in the Hai Palace."

"Seeking advice and making plans is a hasty endeavor, for fear that idle worries will stir up trouble; like a bird caught in a net, how long can it escape its predicament?"

"If you come tonight, you will surely die."

It was said that death was certain, but a shimmering white light emanated from its eyes and entered the other person's heart.

From this moment on, the last sentence will continuously provoke that ferocious demonic heart, making it impossible for it not to come.

The turtle monster felt a chill in its heart, and a wisp of black mist appeared above its head.

Unfortunately, it didn't care at all, and instead revealed a fierce look, saying, "No."

After saying this, he left the mountain gate, submerged into the water, and waited for night to fall.

The monk Baizhu was a little anxious, feeling that he shouldn't provoke the other party and that he should try to negotiate until Master Guangliang returned.

"It's alright, I'm very accurate at interpreting fortune sticks."

At night, the abbot was having a barbecue alone in the backyard.

Any aroma can carry power, whether it's incense or the smoke from roasting meat.

The ethereal fragrance drifted on the river breeze and into the grain transport canal, carrying with it a trace of the strange power of the white lotus.

"If you come tonight, you will surely die."
A wave surged from the water's depths, and a gigantic turtle monster emerged, its eyes blazing with murderous intent. So noisy!!!
An unnamed fire soared ten thousand feet high, and for some reason, I couldn't let go of that sentence in my heart.

So what if I go? Who can kill me!
Moreover, the rich aroma of meat is truly tempting.

What a monk who eats meat and drinks alcohol, and even prepared some side dishes for himself.

He transformed into human form and jumped into the backyard of Jinshan Temple.

With a blue face, black beard, and flowing green hair, he wore matte black armor. A stone belt cinched his waist, and a cloud-patterned sash covered his chest. His hands, blue-indigo with scabbard veins, gripped a deadly blade.

Its massive body crashed down, shaking the backyard.

"Little monk, I've come tonight, will I die?"

A demonic aura permeated the air, as if it were staring at a dead man.

The monk Baizhu immediately sensed the foul smell of blood and flew out to block the way. Although the young abbot's roasting meat and drinking alcohol was an outrageous thing, stopping the evil demon from harming people was the most important thing right now.

Great, you've passed the second round of interviews.

There's one last game left.

Xu Xuan calmly sprinkled the seasonings and said to the turtle monster:
"I was lying to you during the day. Your fortune is still an unfavorable one in the Hai Palace, but the content is: 'While playing in the Bibo Pond, you are secretly surrounded by a net; you think but have no way to turn the tide, and your fate is to suffer alone at the gates of hell.'"

After he finished speaking, a golden light shone brightly.

Banners flutter and canopies gleam. Banners flutter, and streaks of colorful clouds sway in the sky; canopies gleam, and red lightning flashes in the sunlight.

A vase holds celestial flowers, a censer burns sandalwood. A vase holds celestial flowers, their brocade-like beauty filling the sacred temple; a censer burns sandalwood, its fragrant clouds drifting into the clear sky.

Thirty thousand Arhats stand in a row reciting the true scriptures, wishing to deliver lonely souls from suffering.

Little Western Paradise has reappeared in the world.

The turtle monster stared in disbelief, realizing it had gotten itself into serious trouble, and immediately turned to plunge into the water.

How could the violent Arhat gang led by Tuolong tolerate their colleague's escape? They swarmed forward, seized the enemy's weapons, pulled off the monster's armor, chopped off the still struggling hands and feet, pulled out the enemy's tendons, and used karmic fire chains to pierce the collarbone and hang the monster in mid-air to bleed it dry.

After a series of smooth and effortless maneuvers, they awaited the Great Demon King's judgment.

The holy monk just felt that this question was perfect for the final interview.

"Bai Zhu, you tell me how to deal with this."

The monk Baizhu was stunned, his hands and feet trembling slightly.

What...what is this? I've never seen anything like it before, not even in my wildest dreams.

It felt as if I had arrived at a sacred mountain, a land of crystal, with thousands of precious trees, ten thousand precious banners, and pure water all around. What a fierce Arhat!
Faced with the question from the young abbot who looked like a god or Buddha, he was filled with mixed emotions.

Suddenly remembering the conversation during the day, I realized that my affinity with Buddhism had arrived.

He knelt on the ground and said devoutly:
"Those who are not destined to be saved will not be saved, those who have no faith will not be saved, and those who have no wish will not be saved."

“This turtle monster has brought about its own evil deeds and deserves to be killed.”

As the words fell, the chains snapped open, shattering the turtle monster's body and drawing its soul into the cursed land.

The Holy Father was very satisfied. The struggles in the world that followed would be extremely cruel. It was not bad to be purely good, but it would be difficult to become a fellow believer.

"Your background and origins are not important; your heart is what matters."

"From now on, stay at Jinshan Temple and cultivate diligently. I will pass on the Pure Land Dharma to you to benefit the world."

Bai Zhu performed the disciple's salute.

He had heard that the Pure Land School was the foremost school of Buddhism, and that the Pure Land Dharma was a rare and great Dharma in the world.

After two hundred years of diligent practice, I finally attained enlightenment, and I was overjoyed.

Xu Xuan was overjoyed to have resolved the problem of a demon affected by the plague and to have also taken in an obedient old monk.

I wonder how things are going with other people, and whether they've had any success as well.
Naturally there is.

Ning Caichen was showing off his skills playing musical instruments and singing for people in his hometown county town when suddenly his eyes turned serious.

I saw a convoy passing through the village and heading towards Suzhou.

"There's a demonic aura?!"

(End of this chapter)