Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 533 The Dharma King Enters Qiantang

The fourth box contained the precious treasure of the Xin'an River's severed-tailed snake king, which led to the famous scene of Lady White Snake drawing water from the Baili River to make a spear.

You could say the four boxes represent four nodes.

Following the normal order of the main storyline, the next three boxes will appear one after another.

With so much plot development and so many important figures involved, it wouldn't be surprising if a real dragon lived in the Dongting Dragon Palace.

But Xu Xuan was no ordinary person; in the words of the nameless old monk, he was comparable to a white lotus.

In that time, I don't know how many hardships and dangers I would encounter, or how much my cultivation would improve.

Why be greedy for every opportunity?

Besides, it's not necessarily true that it will be lost.

The box originated from Dongting Lake, and the rest are likely also in Dongting. Who knows, it might even lead to the discovery of the remaining three, allowing us to hitch a ride.

How wonderful it would be to complete this milestone treasure map as soon as possible.

Xu.JieNan.Xuan is just that confident.

Turtle's mission is simple: infiltrate behind enemy lines, first offer a box to gain trust, and then try to develop and win over the Demon King as much as possible.

They aim to create an ambitious small group in Dongting Lake, and then encourage other demon clans to follow suit.

The remaining three boxes are then released to different small groups according to the time intervals.

During this period, the Baoan Hall on the Taihu Lake side will provide full cooperation, including legitimate means such as spreading rumors, assassination, incitement, bribery, and threats.

This completed the initial plan to divide and weaken the enemy's forces from within.

Xu Xuan was like a highly skilled surgeon, carefully making incisions on a massive object.

It may seem insignificant, but it's actually aimed at killing people.

This brutal method made Turtle break out in a cold sweat, and he felt truly grateful that he was alive to join the Baoan Hall.

"Brother Turtle, can we complete the mission?"

Can the organization trust you?

"If you don't want to go, you can just say so, it's okay."

What a question! The turtle was so frightened that its shell trembled, and it stood up and gave a perfect salute.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Upon receiving the mission, the spy, Turtle, began packing his bags overnight, preparing to return to Jingzhou with unwavering determination to begin his infiltration plan.

The demons of Dongting Lake were unaware that the shadow of war had already spread.

After arranging the key piece, Gui Da, Xu Xuan studied the Butterfly Transformation Technique while reading a book.

I need to have frequent heart-to-heart talks with Zhuge Liang lately, and I need to accumulate more knowledge so that I can convince this old guy.

Only by joining me in this way can you dedicate yourself to me to the utmost, even unto death!
The more we develop, the more we feel the scarcity of talent, and the more overwhelmed we become.

The Father's current state is one of eagerness to find talented individuals.

An invisible hand in the Southern Mountains is stirring up war among humankind, a fact only Yun Zhongjun is aware of.

The clouds parted slightly, revealing a giant eye looking up at the sky.

Will Mars reappear?

It was unclear, but the atmosphere of war had indeed invaded Dongting Lake, carrying with it immense karmic consequences.

But so what.

It wouldn't really care about the so-called Dongting demons; they were just a group of weaklings who depended on this king.

It was just that those little demons came to him seeking protection, and he readily agreed.

What it's about to do next can only be stopped by God.

Under the overwhelming trend of the Tao's decline and the rise of the demons, far too many rules have collapsed, and I have finally waited for this day.

As for the layout, there is one.

I suppose Da Ci must have found that crazy woman by now.

Compared to herself, the White Lotus Saintess is the main force that breaks the rules and is the enemy of both the righteous and the demonic paths in the world.

With her presence attracting attention, my chances of success would increase by 30%.

The next day, a woman arrived in Qiantang by boat.

"Madam Tao, we have arrived in Qiantang."

The Great Compassionate Dharma King's eyes were somewhat dazed. Ever since he entered Wu County, he could no longer see anything, and he couldn't see the figure he longed for at all.

This place is very special, as if it is occupied by countless terrifying beings, and all information is chaotic and disordered.

There was demonic energy, monster energy, righteous energy, sword energy, and Buddha's light; it was all in chaos, like a pot of porridge.

It's truly absurd how these energies can coexist.

But it doesn't matter, she has patience and time, she can live in this place for a hundred years.

All you need to do is take some time to go to Dongting Lake to protect Yunzhongjun once.

The ruler still wanted to make one last desperate attempt; this was the path it had chosen.

Both the human heart and the demon's heart are filled with obsession, and so am I.

He then led a dozen servants down from the cabin to the dock.

These people were all picked up on the street. Except for the old butler and his granddaughter, who were good people, the others were all bad people who deserved to be beheaded by human standards.

The clouds and mist were not enough to conceal her magical power. After approaching Wu County, she chose to completely seal her magical power, only revealing her true form when the situation became critical enough to save her life.

Therefore, a mobile identity is needed.

So he borrowed the identity of Madam Tao.

It was one of the disguises created by the White Lotus Sect back then, specifically for dealing with the imperial court.

The dock was bustling with activity as the Great Compassionate Dharma King led his men to the side to avoid the crowd.

After inquiring, I learned that today happened to be the day Song Qingtian was taking up his post in Suzhou.

The dock was packed with people, including representatives of prominent families, clan elders and other public figures, as well as many other people who had been organized to come.

In this day and age, it's somewhat unrealistic to expect people to spontaneously send off those who have died, with large crowds and tears streaming down their faces.

Most of the time, it was the aristocratic families who hired people to do this job. Both sides wanted to save face, so it was considered a pleasant cooperation.

People's happiness is created by comparison.

Although Song Youde didn't give them many benefits during his tenure, he didn't cause any trouble either, which made him far superior to Deng You of Suzhou.

He also repaired waterways and river embankments, maintained public order, and achieved tangible political accomplishments, indicating a promising future. He can be considered a rising political star in Yangzhou.

Song Youde slowly walked out of the crowd and ascended the platform with a shameful expression.

Today is a crucial moment in this political show; I have to say something before I leave, otherwise I'll waste such a great opportunity.

Next, Prefect Song cleared his throat, tears suddenly welling up in his eyes, and said:

"I feel ashamed that my elders saw me off; their kindness is truly admirable. Waaaaahh ...

She covered her face with her sleeve and cried very sadly.

This is for the local officials to see; at least it will greatly improve their public image.

Crying is an art in itself, and there's a whole range of skills involved in crying well.

The adults cried, and the people below cried along with them, thinking to themselves that this fat man was really dramatic.

Who would have thought that the fat man would pull out the real thing next?

After recounting many wonderful times like those in Qiantang, the tone suddenly shifted.

"He possessed virtue but had nothing of value; all he could leave behind was a poem to express his feelings for his fellow villagers in Qiantang."

The elders blocked the way home, and the farewell feast was filled with wine.

Not a single sweetgum tree remains; how can I not shed tears?

Heavy taxes burden impoverished households, while farmers suffer from famine and drought.

I leave only a lake of water to save you from the famine.

Good heavens, Song Youde, are you serious?!
The representatives of the powerful families were all shocked. Was it because you were hiding it well, or did you hire a ghostwriter?

One speech after another, one poem after another.

Behind this, of course, lies the design of a certain mastermind.

Xu Xuan didn't come this time because he didn't want to attract too much attention, since he was too handsome.

But the poems were arranged in advance for my brother: one when leaving Qiantang, and one when arriving in Suzhou.

This was done to maximize the momentum for Song Youde and to make efforts to take control of Wu County as soon as possible.

The moved brother really wanted to call him godfather, but Xu Xuan refused no matter what. That title was cursed.

The Father only wants tangible things.

For example, resources, power, and information within the county.

Of course, to avoid any unexpected situations, he prepared some extra things.

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd, which was then cleared to create a passage.

It was actually Yu Gong!
The old man was invited by Xu Xuan, who said he wanted to put pressure on Prefect Song so that he wouldn't forget his original intentions after becoming the prefect.

This was a clever reason, and since Yu Gong was also bored and stuck here, he agreed.

As they got closer, the massive pectoral muscles, like a city wall, almost pressed against Song Youde's sweaty head, casting a shadow over what lay ahead.

His large, copper-bell-shaped eyes exuded an extremely domineering aura.

He raised his hand, and a huge palm landed on his shoulder.

Song Youde felt a little apprehensive as he took the picture, fearing that it might land slightly off-center on his forehead.

The ambition and minor unease that arise when surrounded by a crowd are also completely dispelled.

With a smile on his face, Yu Gong pulled Fatty Song closer and whispered:
"I can't leave Wu County, so I can only visit Suzhou often."

"Don't let me hear anything."

"Remember, be a good official."

The old man left after speaking, inwardly cursing Xu Xuan for his insidious and wickedly crafted lines.

His original idea was that selecting a few encouraging quotes from the sages would have a good effect, but unfortunately, someone said that everyone listens to the sages' words, but few actually heed them.

Especially for someone like Prefect Song, whose moral standards fluctuate greatly, this kind of direct and straightforward threat is more suitable.

Damn it, this monk is like a demon monk, always trying to figure out people's hearts.

At the same time, I feel sorry for Fatty Song. Even if he is promoted to the prefecture level, there will probably be others to keep him in check. He will live in Xu Xuan's shadow for the rest of his life.

However, its future is quite stable, so it can be said that fortune and misfortune are intertwined.

With Yu Gong gone, the atmosphere at the scene became lively again, and Prefect Song's reputation was once again elevated.

Finally, with a heavy heart, he bid farewell to everyone and tearfully boarded the official boat to Suzhou.

The Great Compassionate Dharma King, standing on the periphery of the crowd, observed the scene before him and sensed that Qiantang was different.

First, it's fake.

That prefect is problematic; he's not some saint, but a middle-aged fat man with rampant desires.

The problem lies with the people below; they don't have much gratitude, and are mostly filled with fear and impatience.

The poem was not written by the prefect, and the other party showed no emotion when reciting it.

The luggage that accompanied the travelers was overflowing with wealth and radiated a precious light.

Humanity's usual hypocrisy remains unchanged, and its so-called integrity is also highly questionable.

As expected, the information obtained from the general population was wrong.

Secondly, it is dangerous.

I encountered the scholar-knight as soon as I disembarked.

If it weren't for the clouds and fog, they might already be being attacked by spears.

She had met him before, during the suppression of the White Lotus headquarters. The ruthlessness of Confucianism was vividly displayed in Yu Gong.

Chariots, bronze spears, the Dharma King who was impaled, the burning mountains—that memory is terrifying.

So why did Yu Gong come to Qiantang? Was it really because of something as boring as being the dean?
Why did the Virgin Mary appear here, and what were her intentions?
Looking at the two characters "Qiantang" on the city wall now, I suddenly feel a sense of heaviness.

The doorway was like the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, as if once you went in, you would never be able to escape.

"let's go."

The Great Compassionate Dharma King would not give up because of this sign of crisis; he would let her see what was so special about this place.

Holy Mother, I have come!

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