Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 526 The Glory of the Sect Returns
"Jie Jie Jie Jie"

"puff!"

Old Demon Xu's blood splattered across the sky, his face was pale, and his smile was tinged with anger.

These guys are really ungrateful!
I'm going to take you to the foremost Buddhist sect in the human realm. The position you've always longed for is right before your eyes. How can you not understand my good intentions?

But why didn't the most boisterous one move?
At this moment, the ghost kings in the Pure Land are struggling desperately, and the thirty thousand karmic ghosts are no match for them.

Most of them were killed during the time they traveled from the underworld to the human world, and they all returned to the lava on the other side to await resurrection.

The remaining forces were also in dire straits and in complete disarray.

For an ordinary monk, being able to suppress someone of the same level is already quite remarkable, but this person managed to suppress more than a dozen at once.

Some of them even possessed innate supernatural powers, yet they were placed so delicately in the Pure Land—it was too cruel.

In other words, the Immortal Skin and Jade Bones technique is indeed domineering, and the special nature of the Pure Land and Calamity Land is what prevented anyone from breaking through the technique from the inside.

Now, the Ghost Kings have joined forces to bombard the Azure Lotus Womb Realm.

It could be said that this was a time-consuming event, but that's not really a question of time.

The contest ended the moment Xu Xuan returned to the mortal realm.

Various supernatural powers and spells are bombarding the Pure Land, making it unrecognizable. The Golden Mountain is about to be razed to the ground.

The air was thick with gloom, and ghosts roamed freely, as if divine retribution had struck again.

King Qilishi, who had been imprisoned below, naturally regained his freedom.

With its immense power, if it were to exhaust its source, it would indeed have a chance to break through the barrier. However, this mighty ghost king did not make any move, and its huge body sat cross-legged on the ground.

On the other side was King Qilicha, who was severely injured by the backlash of his divine powers.

The ghost king who was finally caught in the trap was not without a fighting chance, but rather he had sensed the Buddhist principles within the Pure Land.

Excluding the extremely negative and evil land on the other side, the Dharma principles on the front of this Pure Land are very orthodox, and the Ksitigarbha Dharma principles incorporated into it are also very pure.

Calling him a Buddhist disciple is not an exaggeration at all.

In addition to his cultivation and abilities, if the immortals and Buddhas were still alive, even ghost kings like themselves would have had to curry favor with this rising star.

If you include the incomprehensible back side and the terrifying black sun, it makes the ghost even more terrified.

The water in here is terrifyingly deep!
Whether it was the Buddha's move or the Demon Realm's scheme, this little ghost king dared not interfere.

Qilicha was no fool. Although he had only been here for a short time, it was enough for the great ghost kings of the Five Directions Ghost Emperor's Dojo to notice the anomaly. Yet, he had not been rescued yet, and he had come to his senses.

"Qilishi, don't be impulsive."

"That demonic monk has a newfound respect for you. Whether you can survive this ordeal depends on you."

During this agonizing ordeal, Xu Xuan finally arrived at the ancestral temple.

It crashed onto the steps at the foot of the mountain, carrying with it an ever-expanding yin energy.

"Master, please help me!"

He initiated the Lotus School to bless China, and spread the Buddha's original intention to provide expedient means.

The enlightened one returns to his dwelling, and the great Dharma will be widely spread in the Divine Mandate Hall.

All Dharma teachings originate from this source, and all practices are carried out from this source.

May all sects pay homage to the ancestral temple, and may all rivers flow to the sea in accordance with the vows made.

From the moment you step into the Donglin Temple, the Pure Land of the Eastern Dharma Protector Bodhisattva begins to bless every disciple of the sect.

The Three Classics and One Treatise remain in this world, omnipresent and all-encompassing.

The external force that Xu Xuan needed most at this moment finally arrived.

The Buddha's light flew out from the land, trees, water, air, and rocks, converging into a golden river that flowed continuously into his body.

A dazzling light shone, and the chanting of Buddhist hymns filled the air.

Although it didn't have the grand scale of the underworld absorbing evil spirits and poisons, the quality far surpassed that of the past.

Even a small corner of a Bodhisattva's Pure Land is enough to overwhelm demons. Do you understand what a sect's foundation is? Do you understand what a powerful backer is?

The Lotus Womb Realm immediately stopped shaking, and even the injuries to the body and soul were healed simultaneously.

This was the first time he had felt the power of the sect's blessing; this was the benefit of having paid homage to the sect's founder.

This commotion also attracted the attention of the sect. The nameless old monk stepped out to the foot of the mountain and saw the sect's light being bathed in the Buddha's light.

Xu Xuan even struck the classic pose of putting his hands together in prayer, demonstrating excellent image management.

The old monk felt very strange at that moment.

For practitioners, it's quite normal to meet once every few years or even a decade or more.

Just like Ruoxu, who has been stationed in Nanshan for many years.

Occasionally, relying on his extraordinary speed, he would travel far and wide to vanquish demons and monsters, living a very rhythmic life, and he was not particularly willing to return to his ancestral home to oversee things.

On the contrary, it is rare to see someone like Fahai who only meets once every few months and makes a big fuss every time they meet.

Watching the Yin energy and malevolent energy continuously overflow and be refined, what happened this time?
At this moment, the Pure Land within Xu Xuan's body was indeed bustling with activity.

Immeasurable light shines in the Pure Land, and the continuous power of Buddha is blessing the blue petals.

The previously destroyed sacred land is slowly recovering; the flowing water has returned, the magnificent buildings have been rebuilt, and the sun and moon rise and set, restoring order.

Even the gold mines and temples are being restored simultaneously, as if time has turned back.

Many ghost kings were dumbfounded. Was this monk really that powerful?

They, who have not yet left the Pure Land, are unaware that someone has crossed the barriers of life and death, and the boundaries between the earthly and human realms, with a harvest.

So aside from a slight sense of despair, what remains is still the anger of being deceived and fooled.

"Brothers, keep fighting!"

"This sacred land is recovering so slowly, let's keep up the good work!"

King Qilicha, having lost all hope, knew the battle was over. He stood up shakily and, at the cost of severe injury, unleashed his supernatural power—against himself.

The wish is for oneself to survive.

Then he said to his brainless, stupid brother, "Remember, from now on we'll be Qilicha and Qilishi, no king."

Some ghosts are seeking life, some are seeking death.

Xu Xuan opened his eyes with delight, regaining his composure as the Zen Master Fahai.

Before settling the score, we need to come up with a plausible origin story for these monsters.

There are no legal restrictions on robbing the Ghost King, nor are there many moral standards required.

But at least one must have a legitimate reason for their actions in order to gain more support from the sect.

Someone still has a lot of ideas about the Pure Land School.

Facing the familiar, nameless old monk, he revealed a compassionate smile.

Let's begin the story.

"It all started when smoke began to rise from Ji Rui's ancestral grave."

The students were tricked by ghosts and fell into the underworld. Naturally, the Zen master could not allow such an event that disrupted the balance of Yin and Yang to happen, so he resolutely chased after them into the underworld to save them.

After a series of thrilling adventures, they broke through the impasse in the final battle with wisdom and perseverance, successfully escaping back to the human world.

It's the same old story, a carefully edited tale presented in this way.

At first glance, the protagonist seems like a perfect innocent flower, without a single flaw.

The monks who came closer were deeply moved, and their admiration for Zen Master Fahai deepened once again.

Some of the young monks were even more excited after experiencing it themselves, wishing they had been the ones who stormed into the underworld back then.

In short, he was courageous, resourceful, and compassionate.

The old monk's name sounded somewhat familiar.

It seems that the story Fahai told last time was in a similar style.

Cause, stance, twists and turns, sublimation, and a perfect ending.

"Come with me first."

Despite all the doubts, let's deal with the dozen or so ghost kings in the Pure Land first.

The two continued their journey until they arrived at the foot of the Vajra Platform, beneath which lay the most famous demon-suppressing ground in the cultivation world.

This place is blessed by the Buddha's golden alms bowl, which has suppressed countless demons and monsters.

As is well known, the most traditional method of Pure Land practice is to recite Amitabha Buddha's name day and night, and to approach the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss with sincerity and true heart.

The most popular method is to gain merit by suppressing heretical and evil spirits, which will naturally lead to vigorous and diligent progress in one's spiritual practice. Most monks, led by Ruoxu, practice this kind of cultivation.

The fastest and most dangerous method is to make a grand vow and receive the gifts of Heaven to become a celestial being. Currently, only a certain Holy Father is rushing down this path and is far ahead.

The purpose of the Demon-Suppressing Ground is to use the Golden Bowl to suppress demons and monsters, and then return the merit and magical power gained to the Ancestral Pure Land and the Golden Bowl.

It can be considered a very efficient and environmentally friendly energy conversion.

The Father used to avoid this place, thinking it was unlucky.

Now, after weathering the storms of life, that feeling of sympathy for one's kind has vanished without a trace.

Right at the edge of the Demon-Suppressing Land, Fahai opened the Pure Land again in front of the old monk.

He proactively dispelled the Azure Lotus Womb Realm and used flowing water to flush out all the Ghost Kings.

This time, there's no need for the chains of karmic fire to bind them, nor for the suppression of the Golden Mountain.

The Buddha's golden alms bowl glowed slightly, instantly suppressing all the demon kings on the spot.

The demon kings, who once swaggered in hell, were reminded once again of the fear of being controlled by gods and Buddhas.

"Amitabha Buddha, this place is the Pure Land School in the human realm."

"Esteemed benefactors, please voluntarily jump into the Demon-Suppressing Ground. If you sincerely repent, there is still a glimmer of hope for your survival."

No wonder the Dharma Master Haikou always fails in his practice; his words are truly venomous.

The ghost kings were in despair; they never imagined that simply accepting a worship invitation would ruin their centuries-long cultivation.

Can I accept my fate?
That's absolutely impossible. At this moment, all the malevolent energy and evil influences, as well as the karmic entanglements of water and fire, have transformed into a heart full of resentment.

Even if it becomes nourishment, we must denounce the despicable methods of the evil monk. Right here, in the Pure Land Sect, in front of all the monks, we will expose the true face of this bastard!
The Black Mountain of Calamity you displayed in the hellish clamor is extremely yin and evil; there must be something wrong with it!

"You despicable and shameless demon monk, with insidious methods, colluding with Black Mountain, raising snake demons, and daring to impersonate the righteous path!"

"This Demon-Suppressing Ground should take you in!"

Even more so, the Ghost King knelt before the nameless old monk beside him, tearfully recounting the story of the demonic monk.

"He! Has! Truly! Become! A! Demon!"

The words, filled with resentment, were roared out, or rather, roared out by more than a dozen ghost kings at the same time.

The only response I got was, "Oh."

Oh? ? ?
The ghost kings were puzzled. Is this how Buddhism is in the human world now?
Are you the villain, or are we the villains?

The old monk indeed didn't take it seriously; it was just a case of demonic possession.

He not only knew about it, but he had even witnessed Fahai's "One Thought of Buddhahood and Demonic Influence" firsthand. This was a good monk who had even been tested by the Buddha's golden alms bowl.

So, Ghost Kings and benefactors, you should go down now.

"No, you don't know!"

The ghost kings were also gambling, betting that not all the major Buddhist sects in the human world were demons like Xu Xuan.

(End of this chapter)