Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 527 Promotion, Salary Increase, and Taking on Subordinates

I intend to recount everything that happened in the underworld, or at the very least, to sow the seeds of doubt.

With over a dozen ghost kings testifying together, their testimony must carry some weight.

Xu Xuan, however, was not afraid at all. Not to mention that he was careful and cautious in his work and left no room for error, even if there were some oversights, there were several ways to make up for them.

The mere dirty water was nothing more than a pre-prepared remark from him.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Where is there a Black Mountain? Where is there an Evil Land? Where is there anything despicable?"

"If we lose, we lose; if we die, we die. But we must not lose the dignity of the Ghost King, nor should we lose face for the Five Mountains and the many great Ghost Kings behind us."

"Although the Holy Monk is an enemy in the underworld, I, Qilicha, still hold him in the utmost respect!"

Qilicha was physically weak, but his tone was firm and powerful.

With the blessing of divine power, he instinctively began to unleash a frenzied barrage of attacks in an attempt to survive.

He clasped his hands together and bowed in the direction of the holy monk, then 'honestly' began to make up a story.

Anyway, it doesn't go into details, it just talks about the highlights of human nature.

He also emphasized that although he was an enemy, he was the kind of enemy who had never done anything wrong.

After this battle, he was deeply moved by the holy monk's virtue and realized how wrong he had been.

If I were given another chance, I would definitely follow the eminent monks and virtuous masters to protect the righteous path in the three realms!

Xu Xuan: ?
Did this guy secretly take the script?
He really knows how to drift right before his death.

The scene was a bit outrageous for a moment, but the determination to draw a clear line was still evident.

He originally only wanted to keep Qi Lishi, the powerful ghost king, but now it seems that this one can also be trained.

I don't need any help from my own will, but I still need the help from so many independent practitioners and newcomers at Baoan Temple.

If that young man under Master Mao could get Qilicha to bless him, he might be able to survive.

Xu Xuan was contemplating many ideas, while the Ghost Kings were in an uproar.

First they were deceived and then wiped out, and now they've betrayed us again. What kind of monstrous program is this?

"King Qilicha! Do you know what you're saying?!"

"You're the only treacherous ghost among the disciples of the Western Ghost Emperor?!"

While enemies are certainly hateful, traitors are even more unacceptable.

Qilicha remained unmoved in the face of such insults, and even rebuked the other party:

"What King Qilicha? Please call me Qilicha!"

“Mount Baizhong has always belonged to the Western sect and has cooperated with Buddhist sects outside the region in the past.”

“But I, Qilicha, am different; I admire the Buddhist community in China the most.”

"I wish I could become a disciple of a Zen master, serving him tea and water; this is my lifelong wish!"

A genius! Truly a genius!

I never knew that the power of willpower could also have such a method of self-salvation. I underestimated the other party.

Xu Xuan's appreciation for talent rekindled, and he even thought that perhaps it wouldn't be bad for this guy to serve as a guardian deity of Bao'an Hall alongside Qi Lishi.

So they took Qilicha back to the Pure Land and then had a proper talk with him.

The old monk also felt that the ghost kings' farce was somewhat nonsensical.

With a wave of his hand, they all fell into the Demon-Suppressing Ground.

The Buddha's golden bowl began to exert its power, and the entire Pure Land seemed to have taken some kind of tonic and began to cultivate.

After the matter was settled, the old monk led Xu Xuan to the Ancestral Hall to offer incense.

At the same time, there is a very crucial question to ask.

That means you've entered the third realm in just over half a year. The realm of detachment from desire is a hurdle for monks who are entangled in worldly affairs.

This senior member of the sect probably had many doubts in his mind.

Everyone has their own opportunities. Things in the underworld are different from those in the human world, so I don't care that much.

This lay disciple, who was introduced into the sect by Ruoxu, always had a very disciplined style and many fortunate opportunities.

However, this cultivation speed has already surpassed Ruoxu and is comparable to Bailian.

The biggest problem is that she's comparable to a pure white lotus!

Could it be that Fahai has comprehended some extraordinary Buddhist teaching?

If the creator of a technique could make such progress, that would be normal. But what kind of technique is being created, whether it will conflict with the sect, and whether it will involve Dao disputes are all huge questions.

Every path of cultivation was created by our predecessors, who learned from Heaven and Earth, from the Taoist Ancestor, and from the Buddha.

Creating a new path has always been the riskiest and most difficult one.

Only exceptionally talented individuals would choose this path in order to reach the pinnacle.

Fahai
The old monk seemed to see the chaos in the sect, the firelight of that night, and many other unpleasant memories.

Xu Xuan immediately knew what was going on; he had exceeded the limit.

That's what happens when someone is too outstanding.

Fortunately, he had a way to resolve all doubts and suspicions this time, and he was very confident.

"Ahem, since the sect wants to know, I will no longer hide it."

"But this matter must not be revealed to outsiders."

Master Fahai, head held high and chest puffed out, struck a pose in the Ancestral Hall:

"That's right, I was the red-clad Nuo performer from a while ago."

As he spoke, he took a few steps of the Primordial Yu Step, releasing a trace of the remaining aura of the Great Wish of the Human King.

this! ! !
The old monk was shocked on the spot, for such an outstanding person was actually a Buddhist disciple of his own sect!
This aura is impossible to simulate, and it involves the Dragon King of the Yangtze River, King Yu, and the karma of the Nine Provinces. Anyone who dares to speak recklessly is probably not afraid of being struck by lightning.

In an instant, the old monk stood up straight, for as a human, how could he dare to be negligent in the face of such a great undertaking?

We can no longer simply regard Fahai as a junior member of the sect.

Xu Xuan found it amusing that she was giving him the attitude of "hurry up and tell me," for how could the path of cultivation be complete without the pleasure of showing off?

The Baoantang version was slightly modified and then recited, even the opening poem was exactly the same.

"May all of China have a happy new year."

"Successful advancement."

It is said to be an experience, but in reality it is a golden body, a human golden body that is even more powerful than the golden body of Buddhism.

The kind of halo that insiders would bow down to has already been bestowed upon them.

At least the old monk had already succumbed to temptation on the spot.

"May the Great Vows of the Nine Provinces bring you a Happy New Year." The old monk pondered these words, his heart filled with mixed emotions after experiencing so much hardship.

The greater the spiritual practitioner, the more they understand the difficulties involved, as well as the unwavering dedication required.

Only someone who disregards everything can win the favor of King Yu.

Good monk, good Fahai, good holy monk. The nameless old monk immediately felt that those ghost kings had gone too far. How dare they slander such a monk? He would go to the Demon Suppression Ground later and put some pressure on those fools who were blinded by greed.

Even evil spirits shouldn't harm a human prodigy like this.

As for advancing to the third realm, such a trivial matter is not worth mentioning at all. It's a grand ambition for the Nine Provinces, and the rewards for completing it will naturally be generous.

It's a pity it only banished the plague demon; if it were a little bigger...
"Amitabha," the old monk immediately became alert in his heart, wondering why he had been tempted by greed again.

Fahai had already done everything in his power to achieve this vision, and it was a blessing from the human race that he survived.

However, on the other hand, it's rare to find someone in a Buddhist temple who went to the underworld and captured more than a dozen ghost kings to help the sect, especially since the New Year had just ended.

With burning eyes, this is truly a virtuous and holy monk of the Pure Land.

While Ruoxu certainly possesses considerable talent and has the entrustment of the previous abbot, isn't there a better option available?
After much deliberation, the old monk realized he shouldn't be too impulsive.

However, the protection for Fahai needs to be increased a little more; the more outstanding a person is, the more dangers they will face.

So, in the Ancestral Master Hall, he washed his hands, offered incense, and reported to the Ancestral Master, completing the entire procedure before saying:

"Please, Master, bestow your seal."

A swastika symbol condensed in mid-air before being struck into Xu Xuan's palm.

This seal is not the first time it has appeared; it can summon the Buddha's golden alms bowl to descend to any location on the Kyushu continent.

The power within the golden bowl was exhausted during the battle against the Dragon Subduer, and it might not be enough to subdue a top-tier demon.

Its ability to save lives is absolutely unparalleled; in critical moments, it can break through the seal and escape with people.

This mark also represents the sect's authority.

Currently, only three monks—the old monk, Ruoxu, and Fahai—have this qualification.

The implication is self-evident; in any case, the status of the Holy Father has been elevated once again.

If something were to happen to my senior brother, this vast Pure Land Sect would have to rely on him to keep it going.

Xu Xuan was overjoyed; the results of the year-end sales push were so good!

Then we're all set for the year. If we encounter any danger, we'll have a strong backup plan.

Not to mention its magical power, just holding it in your hand is enough to intimidate people.

With the robe on my body and the golden alms bowl in my hand, no one would believe me if I said I wasn't a Buddhist.

Ahahahaha~~~ A burst of Xiaoqing-style maniacal laughter erupted from within.

He wouldn't have wanted to go back if he hadn't remembered that there were still things to finish up in the courtyard.

Of course, before going back, we need to use the quiet room to deal with the two demon kings who surrendered. We can't expect two demon kings who were enemies just a moment ago to bow down and worship.

With the assistance of the Bodhisattva's Pure Land, the difficulty of this matter is greatly reduced.

The old monk, however, said he could help him subdue it.

"The King of the Underworld is twisted and disrespectful of teachings. Fahai, you have only been cultivating for a short time and are full of enthusiasm. You are easily deceived by such an old ghost."

Fahai's enthusiasm was too much to refuse, so he had no choice but to agree.

Then they watched helplessly as the old monk arranged a small Dharma assembly under the Vajra Platform.

When Qilicha and Qilishi left the Pure Land again, they were met by dozens of senior monks holding ritual implements, who were waiting in a tense atmosphere.

The two ghosts were dumbfounded. Wasn't this a bit too much for you two?
Crushing bones and ashes?

No, it's about guiding and converting people to refuge!
The monks chanted the Great and Vast Lotus King, the Dharani of the Mother Buddhas of the Ten Directions.

The Buddhas of the ten directions transmit this mantra, which can be used to bestow predictions upon those in the ten directions by touching their heads. Even if one has not yet attained enlightenment, one will still receive predictions from the Buddhas of the ten directions.

The myriad rays of light fell upon his body, and the two ghosts, unable to resist, immediately knelt down and submitted, even having their dark ghost bodies coated with a layer of gold paint.

This method is similar to the headband, both being methods of applying force.

From then on, they were no longer able to do evil, and their adherence to precepts was much stricter than that of Fahai. Once touched, they would be burned by the Buddha's light.

"Thus, these two will become one of your guardian deities."

After demonstrating his profound knowledge, the old monk left.

He needs to cultivate his mind properly in the Ancestral Hall, as he has felt somewhat unstable in the past two years.

Fahai felt he had gained enough, so he said goodbye to his fellow disciples and flew away.

Then they landed in a desolate mountain on the way.

Upon opening the Pure Land, one sees two golden ghost kings listlessly lounging on the Golden Mountain, bowing weakly to Zen Master Fahai.

Look at him, he actually became a monk but didn't want to.

Xu Xuan couldn't bear to see the Ghost King in such a miserable state, so he flipped the Pure Land and brought the two ghosts to the Calamity Land.

The Western Paradise is desolate, divine banners hang upside down, flowing water turns into rivers of blood, and the black earth beneath our feet exudes a scorching, bone-chilling heat.

The familiar sinister aura made Qilicha and Qilishi feel uneasy. The command to fight against the evil spirits and their instinctive resistance made them suffer greatly.

"follow me."

The two ghost kings endured the pain of being pulled and followed behind, walking unsteadily on the black earth.

Here they saw the karmic demons resurrecting in the magma, and saw chains of divine retribution and karmic fire binding every soul.

Seeing the black Ksitigarbha Hall, the black Guanyin Hall, and the black Judge Hall, such blasphemous acts terrified the ghosts.

The Father spoke as he walked.

"You know I'm not a good person."

"Of course, he's not a bad person either."

"He is a kind person."

"Since you have joined my sect, it means you are also good ghosts with good intentions in your hearts."

"This is fate, this is fortune, and this is the beginning of a magnificent and extraordinary life in the underworld."

As soon as the words were spoken, they arrived at the White Lotus Palace.

The hall was empty except for a single white lotus of thirty-six petals swaying quietly.

To their astonishment, the Holy Father revealed his white lotus form, vanishing all traces of immortal, demonic, and monster auras, leaving only a profound sense of humanity and worldly affairs.

He calmly walked up to the white lotus and sat down, looking down with compassion in his eyes.

“I have not come to bring peace to the earth, but to bring war.”

"Therefore, the precepts in one's heart have been broken."

With hands clasped together, the sixteen scenes of Buddhism were reversed to present an image of nirvana, and white marks were injected into the bodies of Qilicha and Qilishi.

The golden light of the Shurangama Mantra was defiled and lost its power, replaced by the even more terrifying White Lotus Heart Mantra.

The exterior is lacquered with Buddhist gold, while the interior is shaped like a white lotus.

This is what makes a good protector of the Dharma.

Oh, right, there's also the Karmic Fire Chain, one for each ghost; only then can one be considered a member of the Baoan Hall's organization.

The demon laughs.

(End of this chapter)