Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 487 The Insidious Remnants
Go back in time.

As soon as the ten-day holiday arrived, Liang Shanbo hurriedly returned home.

There is only an elderly mother in the family, and they can't even afford to hire a servant.

Even though we're from a poor family, we were once a prominent family. Our ancestral home may not be big, but it's not something my mother can clean all by herself.

Amidst the busyness, there are also some interactions with relatives, which, although less each year, have increased again this year.

It was all because the Liang family took the right path; they managed to get into Chongqi Academy and their grades were quite good.

The child is successful; the connections you made before are still connections.

Seeing that the lintel looked a little better, Liang's mother went to the outskirts of Mao County to bring home a Buddha statue for worship.

Although praying to gods and Buddhas may seem somewhat unrealistic, it was one of the few things she could do for her son, and her love for him was beyond reproach.

Since she started worshipping Buddha, she has felt that things at home have gone much more smoothly, and her past anxieties have also decreased significantly.

When Liang Shanbo returned home and saw this scene, he was instinctively displeased. All his knowledge came from studying hard day and night, and had nothing to do with gods or Buddhas.

Seeing my mother's relaxed brow made me feel relieved.

Besides academic knowledge, I also learned many principles of life at Chongqi Academy.

This is not the word of a sage, but the word of Master Xu.

Tell the students in the simplest language that people not only have needs, but also the emotion of being needed.

He had never understood this statement until now, when he finally grasped some of its true meaning.
Let it be, but why does this Buddha statue look somewhat unfamiliar?

"This is the Eastern Guardian Bodhisattva, who is said to be very efficacious."

The old lady started enthusiastically explaining her half-baked Buddhist knowledge to her son, saying that the Bodhisattva is incredibly powerful and can bless anything.

Liang Shanbo was speechless. Although he had studied the classics diligently, he also had some knowledge of miscellaneous subjects.

Especially after Chongqi made several friends, he knew more about the various sects outside the secular world than even his mother, if not like they were his own.

I just feel like I've heard the name of the Eastern Guardian Bodhisattva somewhere before.

Ji Rui's exaggerated smile flashed in my mind. I'll ask Senior Hanqing when school starts; he'll definitely know.

Days passed by one after another, and the end of the year was approaching.

Several people in the county went mad, and there were a few more murders, so the clinic's business was booming.

A stifling atmosphere permeated the surroundings; everyone seemed somewhat suffocated.

Unexpected events can happen at any time, and this time the Liang family was not spared.

My elderly mother, who was full of energy just a few days ago and kept saying "May the Bodhisattva protect me," suddenly fell seriously ill.

A festering sore appeared on her thigh, causing excruciating pain and making her wail day and night. Liang Shanbo took his mother everywhere seeking medical help, but her condition did not improve.

Every night I massage my mother's legs to relieve her pain, but it's to no avail.

The only option was to write back to Qiantang, hoping to ask Master Xu, a renowned physician, for help.

But time waits for no one, and letters are too slow. Liang's mother's condition worsened, and she had fallen into a coma.

In despair, Liang Shanbo began to dream.

On the first day, he dreamt that his father told him that his mother's illness could not be cured by ordinary medicine and that he needed to use his own flesh to make medicine for her recovery. He was fulfilling his filial duty by using his own flesh and blood.

The scholar naturally didn't believe it.

He possesses the Supreme Manual of Chongqi, and thus has a way to deal with this situation.

He immediately asked the other person about his father's life, making the other person stammer.

"You evil little devil, get out!"

When Liang woke up, she looked rather unwell, as if she was being watched.

The next day, he dreamed that his mother begged him to use her own flesh as medicine in order to cure him, and questioned him about his conscience after so many years of hardship.

The scholar hesitated at this moment.

Only when the image of the old father has become blurred can one calmly refute.

I have witnessed my mother's hardships over the years. This feeling is like an invisible shackle; I know there is something wrong, but I can't say anything back.

Once the momentum faltered, the other party used filial piety as a weapon, striking relentlessly at him.

He was beaten until his head was splitting and he felt dizzy.

But she still didn't fulfill her 'mother's' wish, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Although it's somewhat shameless, if she were my real mother, she would rather die herself than take my flesh and blood."

The 'mother' stopped, and said angrily, "How dare you, an unfilial person, speak such nonsense!"

Liang Shanbo replied firmly, "You don't understand because you don't have a mother. I don't blame you; I just pity you."

The insults were quite harsh.

The scholar's knowledge at Chongqi Academy was somewhat eclectic.

The dream dissipated, leaving the evil spirits behind it somewhat exasperated.

On the third day, I dreamed of the Bodhisattva.

Flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and the Bodhisattva lowered her brows, showing compassion.

The Bodhisattva told him that Liang's mother was terminally ill and needed the flesh of her filial son as a medicine. If he could show a heart full of filial piety that would move heaven and earth, he would be safe and sound, and might even rise to prominence and bring glory to his family.

It also evolved into the image of passing the imperial examinations, becoming famous in the capital, holding the highest position in the court, and wielding immense power.

In this dream world, you can have everything: success, beauty, and wealth.

All you need to do is cut off a small piece of your heart to get all this; it's incredibly profitable.

"But I can get these myself, without the need for gods or Buddhas."

This is a mistake. Truly talented scholars are proud and arrogant, and they are most averse to their efforts being erased by words of divine protection.

Moreover, they use illness as a threat, filial piety as an excuse to suppress others, and promises of the future as a lure.

Looking at the Bodhisattva's compassionate face, Liang Shanbo seemed to see a chilling shadow behind it.

Master Xu once said that there are no more gods or Buddhas in the world.

According to Chongqi's holiday handbook, anyone impersonating a god or Buddha must be a demon.

All the groundwork was laid to shatter inner beliefs, to destroy the physical body through self-harm, and thus to break one's destiny.

Senior student Wang Ji, who is also an expert in academy intelligence, secretly mentioned that the prototype was Qiao Danian, one of the three outstanding figures in the academy.

Thinking of this, he hardened his heart, recited the classics, and broke through the fog to wake up.

I saw a Buddha statue standing in the bedroom, with a fierce face and covered in blood.

It was them who did it!
[Truly worthy of being a scholar from Chongqi Academy.]

"What on earth are you?"

Some people once called me a remnant of the White Lotus sect.

The ripples spread, and a feeling of drowsiness crept in.

Since Liang Shusheng wouldn't listen to reason, we had no choice but to resort to tougher measures.

It didn't want to be so brutal, but its original form was destroyed, and it had been inside the Buddha statue for over a hundred years without making any progress.

In the mortal realm, those without a physical body can only cultivate the path of incense and gods, but as everyone knows, the order of the divine path has been destroyed, leaving no way forward.

What it needs most is an excellent physical body.

The Buddha statue was welcomed into Liang's home by Liang's mother; this is a matter of fate.

Sleepiness returned, and even biting his tongue couldn't stop it.

He knew that if he fell asleep this time, he might not be the one who woke up.

Despite being drowsy, he pulled out his last life-saving trick.

He took out a handful of paper money under the Buddha statue's astonished gaze, lit it, and scattered it.

Then he collapsed softly to the ground, his soul being drawn back into the dream.

The scene in the dream changed again, and all that could be heard was a deafening cry of grief, and a terrifying monster.

The gates of hell, the dark and gloomy mountains, the palace of Yama, the god of the underworld.

The eaves, gleaming with the shapes of mythical beasts, and the tiles, gleaming like overlapping mandarin ducks, adorn the rooftops. Towering pavilions reach for the azure sky, and winding corridors connect to the magnificent courtyard.

This place is the underworld in folk legends.

　The next chapter has been approved. I'll deal with it first.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)