Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 498 Celebrating the New Year
People in the secular world have their good side, which is that they give very practical gifts.

Even Master Li gave it a very valuable gift: a rubbing of an inscription.

After the appreciation, there was a simple exchange of pleasantries, such as how the grandson had become intelligent and his learning progressed by leaps and bounds, seemingly destined to be the next child prodigy.

They even had the child kowtow to Uncle Xu, and everything was normal from then on.

Uncle Xu even gave me a red envelope.

There was no point in taking out ordinary money, so he took out a string of Buddha's blessing beads and handed them over, which had the effect of warding off evil spirits.

This is Jinshan Temple's signature product, and almost every pilgrim buys one.

One of the monks' daily tasks is to consecrate the prayer beads.
Of course, this one is a high-grade product. Guangliang personally consecrated it and has been offered in front of the Buddha statue for several months, and it has the best effect.

If Li Junzi had possessed such a bracelet back then, he wouldn't have been ambushed in the outskirts of Qiantang.

Master Li is different from Xu Xuan, and it is inappropriate to divide them using a simple cause-and-effect relationship.

But then the old master betrayed the Holy Father.

"The child doesn't have a formal name yet, we hope..."

Hiss~~~~
Old Master, some people have been queuing for who knows how long; it's really tough on me.

He quickly made up a laugh and saw the person off.

After everyone stopped sleeping when it got dark,

Tuk-tuk-tuk.
"Is the abbot at home?"

Good, good, good, this title is really familiar, and it also carries a strong Buddhist atmosphere.

It turned out to be Monk Qingyou. I wonder where this guy found out the address and actually came here.

When the door opened, the monk was scratching his head, looking completely bewildered.

A stone flew out of nowhere and hit him on the head. His meridians were injured and he couldn't circulate his internal energy. Just a few days ago, his physical defenses had been breached by demons. A perfectly good Arhat who had entered the Dao was hit on the head by the stone and was left bleeding profusely. It was a terrible sight.

Of course, compared to the many injuries on his body, it's nothing. If it weren't for his strong physique as a Zen practitioner, he might have already switched to the Mind Seal School.

Even the abbot couldn't bear to scold him, so he quickly let the unfortunate child in.

I'm currently experiencing a period of good fortune, and I can even look after my younger brother a bit.

Why didn't you wait for me at Jinshan Temple?

The monk went to the abbot's house to report on his work. How eager are you to get promoted?

It all started with that one punch.

For a while, I traveled across the country with the temple supervisor to accumulate merit, constantly expelling evil spirits and improving my magical powers. Everything was wonderful.

But on New Year's Eve, when he saw the golden dragon soaring through the sky, he instinctively threw a punch.

This punch brought peace to the world, brought joy to the New Year, demonstrated the grandeur of Buddhism, and showed universal love.

Then he suffered a backlash.

Jianglong is Jianglong, and Qingyou is Qingyou.

He possessed the courage of an Arhat, but lacked the status of one.

The fate of a nation cannot be trifled with, and Qingyou's misfortune began from that moment on. During his exorcism, he encountered many lurking old demons, as well as misunderstandings from the crowd and expulsion by the government.

"Then why are you looking for me?"

The abbot was puzzled. "Why don't you ask Guangliang about this? He's much more reliable than the Holy Father when it comes to Buddhist practice."

Qing hesitated for a moment, then said, "In my dream, a senior taught me the Dharma. The senior said that if I encounter danger, I can come and ask the abbot."

Xu Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then put on a kind and friendly smile.

He poured a cup of tea for the young monk and asked in a very gentle tone: "Tell me what you look like, senior."

After Qingyou's description, the other party's appearance was very familiar: wearing a patchwork robe, a monk's hat, holding a palm-leaf fan, and with a hunched figure, he was that mad monk.

An enemy Xu Xuan would never forget, even in death. Indeed.
It turns out that when he was at Lingyin Temple, the mad monk was transmitting the Dharma to the young monk on the Three Lives Stone. After he disappeared, he appeared in my dream.

He taught the Sleeping Arhat Fist and several minor supernatural powers.

Qingyou had always grown up this way, until he met the Blood God Child last time.

The Dragon Subduing Dharma Form was activated in his mental world, forcing his realm to increase greatly. His whole body felt as if it had been beaten a thousand times, and his cultivation advanced further.

In reality, his punches and kicks became much more powerful, giving him the strength to subdue dragons and tigers.

As for the punch that hit the Golden Dragon, it was also at the senior's behest. In that instant, the two souls merged into one, and with the power of the Great Vajra, he delivered a punch that was both real and illusory, a perfect harmony between heaven and man.

Such a unique and profound fist strike landed on the sky above Kyushu, momentarily halting the nation's fate.

"I see."

Xu's lowered eyes were filled with murderous intent; the Dragon Subduing Body was about to rise to power.

So, should I...? A little voice in my mind held a rope and made a neck-twisting motion.

He then gave up. Qingyou was already in a terrible situation. He lost both his parents at a young age and worked as a fisherman in Yanguan County. He married a clam spirit but was widowed before he could enjoy the life of a protagonist. He was sent to Lingyin Temple to seek spiritual solace, but the temple was demolished.

This person had almost no lucky moments in their life, and their tragic fate was truly heartbreaking.

Besides, the monk hasn't done anything wrong; in fact, he helped me out in a moment of crisis.

This indicates that they have the intention to abandon darkness and embrace the light.

"You came to me to get rid of the backlash from your luck, right?"

"Yes."

Master Guangliang had clearly never encountered this situation before, and was even unaware that Qingyou's Great Vajra Divine Power was so domineering, making him arguably the second greatest warrior of his time.

Qingyou himself didn't know why, but he followed his instincts to find Xu Xuan.

He felt that the abbot could help him through his difficulties.

The abbot remained silent for a while, his mind racing.

The fact that Mahakasyapa was not dead, and was even transmitting his Buddhist teachings and attaining enlightenment, indicates that he was truly in a state of neither birth nor death.

Should I accept this offer of assistance?

catch.

The bold ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death.

"You should stay in this courtyard and not go out during this time."

Xu Xuan is currently enjoying great fortune in the Nine Provinces; with him around, the luck is positive.

This can counteract the other person's bad luck and also earn them a sense of gratitude.

Baoan Hall currently has a demon army, vanguard, rogue cultivators, and influence in the officialdom, but it lacks high-end combat power.

Among the regular combat forces, only Yan Chixia has reached a certain level of deterrence. The Taoist priest is still stuck in the first realm. Li Yingqi's combat power is in the future. Xiao Qing has caught up, but unfortunately, without the support of the Water Lord's power outside of Taihu Lake, she is just ordinary.

Bai Suzhen is an unofficial member; she only intervenes when Master Qing is in trouble.

Xu Xuan's situation is special; every move he makes has unpredictable consequences, and the situation gets increasingly escalating, making it difficult to resolve in the end.

As a famous military strategist once said, one should make as many friends as possible and as few enemies as possible.

"I hereby transmit to you the Pure Land Dharma, hoping that you will soon grow into a pillar of Buddhism."

This effort was immediately rewarded when Monk Qingyou took out a small flower from his pocket and gave it to Xu Xuan.

A New Year's gift?!

The true Dharma eye, the wondrous mind of Nirvana, the true formless form, the subtle Dharma gate, not established in words, a special transmission outside the teachings, entrusted to Mahakasyapa.

Such pure Zen teachings, such exquisite explanations of Buddhist principles, such a familiar feeling.

Do you know that you used the true meaning of your "flower-offering smile" to give to others?
(End of this chapter)