Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 540 Xu Chui's Hair-Blowing Skill
Xu Xuan then led Zhuge Wolong away from Dongyang County.

The cell, the prisoners, the guards—everything remained unchanged, except for the absence of an old madman.

As for what turmoil might occur in Dongyang County, how furious Prefect Wang would be, and how the imperial court would react, it doesn't matter.

Once they've escaped from prison, how can they go through the proper procedures?

Zhuge Liang was also in a good mood, and his act of simply disappearing was quite the style of an extraordinary person.

Once outside, Xu Xuan summoned his cassock to demonstrate that he was a divine being.

The robe carried the old man to Qiantang. The freedom of flying under the moonlight was too much for the old man to bear, so he clutched his heart and had to slow down.

After years of imprisonment, his body was nearing its end.

In addition, he was getting old and his lifespan was running out, so he didn't have time to cultivate.

It seems we need to give the new member some magic pills to improve his physical condition and encourage him to persevere.

Of course, it's better to just wait to die.

If you die and become a soul, you can work well without the troubles of a physical body. After working for a long time, you can even choose to enter reincarnation and start over. How wonderful is that?

Zhuge Wolong was unaware that the holy monk beside him was planning his life and death, and remained gazing upon this rare and beautiful scenery.

The light in his eyes is shining brightly again.

They then arrived in Qiantang. Xu Xuan naturally took the old man to a house first, which was the talent house assigned to him.

It is located near the core area, but the area is not large.

Before entering a house, people would first greet each other with a brazier. This custom dates back to the Han Dynasty and quickly spread throughout the country.

Taking auspicious symbols to ward off bad luck signifies dispelling misfortune and promoting prosperity.

It was this dark red flame that flickered quietly in the night, and seeing Zhuge Wolong made me feel a little uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, it's perfectly safe."

Upon hearing this, the old man dared not take another step. As the saying goes, "Sinners enter through four gates and four paths, but are greeted by a fire at the gate; molten iron flows down to their knees, and smoke and flames rise at the same time wherever it touches."

He had seen this thing in Buddhist scriptures before, but he would have just thought it was a myth. However, he had just flown here.

Some of those things aren't just legends; in any case, this stuff has absolutely nothing to do with security.

In the end, after being persuaded, I took the plunge.

The dark red flames swept over him in an instant, burning away all the sickness, evil, and malevolent energy brought from the prison.

After walking around, the old man felt much refreshed. He also realized that he needed to adapt to this new life as soon as possible and not make a fuss about everything, lest he lose his prestige for no reason.

I was even more satisfied after entering the courtyard.

With his discerning eye, he could tell that this courtyard was no ordinary place; the bricks were solid, the furniture exquisite, the feng shui auspicious, and it was designed by a renowned artist.

It also takes into account safety, privacy, and comfort.

"All four symbols are present, the five elements are mutually generating, the bright hall is open and spacious, and water gathers at the center of the sky."

"This must be the private residence of some important person."

Indeed, this was one of the land deeds given by Ji's father, and Xu Xuan himself liked it very much.

Furthermore, the room also contains a statue of Arhat Subduing Dragon, consecrated by the monk Qingyou of Jinshan Temple, which serves as a double-layered defensive measure.

Minor demons and ghosts are usually killed instantly by the golden light when they get close, and even powerful demons are unwilling to approach such pure Buddhist light.

He was a talent whom the Holy Father had personally sought out from the prison three times; he couldn't be allowed to die a miserable death so easily.

The next step was to help the old man with his personal hygiene, and we even paid someone to assist him.

With his tangled hair and messy beard, I don't know how long I'll be able to fix it myself.

After finishing everything, Zhuge Liang was exhausted, and even he himself lamented that he was getting old.

"Back in the days at Yanlou..."

They've all started reminiscing about the past and bragging, so it seems there really isn't a big problem.

Xu Xuan was too lazy to listen to such obviously exaggerated stories and suggested that they get some rest.

But at this moment, the old gentleman, showing great professional ethics, asked when they would start work.

One was curiosity about the unknown, and the other was a hint of worry.

After all, it was a completely unfamiliar field.

The second point is that time waits for no one.

His current physical condition made him unwilling to waste any more time, and he wanted to burn brightly in the last moments of his life.

Xu Xuan felt a little guilty about this realization; his current employees were too manipulative.

It means that although there are many things to do, there's really no need to rush. Life is short, but the afterlife is long.

"Members from the Baoan Hall will be coming to talk to you over the next few days. You can ask them any questions you have."

After saying that, they left, letting the old man get some rest.

The first day after my release from prison, during the day.

Who knows the big dream first, I know it all my life.

The thatched cottage is full of sleep in spring, and the sun is getting late outside the window.

The fake Zhuge Liang woke up in bed and felt really good.

Prisons are hellholes, no place for humans to live. How could I be so stubborn as to stay there?

After washing up and walking into the courtyard, I suddenly felt a little lost. What should I do now that I've regained my freedom? What should I do? And am I really free?

"Mr. Zhuge, do not worry. The world is vast; how can we be confined to a small space?"

"Master Qing is acquiring magical treasures in his own way, and he will be able to go out freely tomorrow."

"Now, let's eat first." A figure walked in carrying a food box.

Wow! This is a true Taoist practitioner!

The old Taoist priest wore a lotus-shaped Taoist crown, a plain-colored immortal robe, a green silk sash around his waist, and cloud-patterned shoes.

His face was like the ancient moon, his eyebrows like distant mountains, and his eyes were bright and piercing, as if they could see through the mysteries of heaven and earth. He held a whisk in his hand, and with a gentle wave, a breeze would come and an ethereal aura would swirl around him.

As they walked, their steps were light and graceful, as if they were walking on clouds, untouched by dust.

He was none other than Master Mao, the foremost figure in the diplomatic image of Baoan Hall.

It's frustrating to think about.

The leader of the organization, Xu Xuan, was too handsome and young, and his youthful vigor was impossible to hide.

Gaining trust within the human tendency to judge by appearance requires certain skills.

The deputy leader, Xiao Qing, is also very pretty and charming. In addition, her quirky thinking is accompanied by a bit of a simpleton's personality, making it difficult for her to open up to people.

Yan Chixia, on the other hand, was tall and imposing, with thick hair and beard, dressed simply, carrying a long sword on his back, and possessing a sharp and unapproachable demeanor.

Among this group, Master Mao's image is undoubtedly the most suitable to be a guide.

The Taoist priest is also skilled in medicine and can treat newcomers' bodies.

So I accepted the task.

Zhuge Wolong did indeed relax more when he saw the Taoist priest.

After all, Xu Xuan's style was unfathomable to him, and it also revealed a kind of audaciousness that was frightening, as well as a slightly sinister nature.

This old Taoist priest looked much more composed and gentle; he must be a powerful backer of Baoan Hall, or perhaps an ancestor or something similar.

Hmm. That's how it is when the art of judging people is applied to new maps without updated versions.

The two first engaged in business discussions, and after becoming acquainted, they quickly hit it off and had a very pleasant conversation.

Zhuge Liang's talent was unparalleled. As long as he wanted to make friends and the other party had no grudges, he could quickly become close to people.

After the meal, it's time for diagnosis and medication preparation.

After the entire process of observation, listening, questioning, palpation, and qi observation, Master Mao fell silent, seemingly pondering something.

The unspoken, deathly tremor made the patient's heart sink.

Shouldn't it be.
"These are all old ailments, as well as the lingering effects of wandering and displacement."

"But there is still hope, so it's not a big problem."

After a pause, he finally spoke.

What Master Mao actually meant was that although one's lifespan is short, one's soul becomes very solid after undergoing great trials and tribulations, and has a great future as a ghost cultivator.

There's no need to announce this diagnosis and cause trouble; he'll send the medical report to Master Xu privately.

Zhuge Wolong laughed and said that the doctor should speak quickly, otherwise it would be very frightening.

Now comes the moment to unveil the mystery of this world.

"Master Daoist, I may be being presumptuous, but could you please tell me about cultivation?"

Master Mao didn't mince words and answered whatever was asked.

He talked about the cultivation world in the human realm, including the differences between the four realms, his own background, and the special characteristics of the rogue cultivator group.

“When I was young, I found a fragment of a Taoist cultivation manual, also known as the ‘Book of Divine Paths’. I have been practicing with it ever since, but for decades I have been stuck outside the Heavenly Gate and have not made any progress.”

"I was able to enter the Dao thanks to the guidance of Master Xu."

The Book of Shinto?
His exceptional knowledge and memory were activated. His brief explanation contained elements of the Taoist and Huang-Lao schools of thought, truly representing orthodox Taoism.

However, if incomplete texts cannot lead to enlightenment, then wouldn't there be many such people in the cultivation world?
"good."

"We independent cultivators are equivalent to..."

"The unaffiliated cultivators in Baoan Hall are currently all in my department, mainly responsible for maintaining order, gathering intelligence, and cleaning up the battlefield."

"The cultivation world is currently in a state of decline, with the rise of demons and the decline of the righteous. We must stand on the front line of the fight against this."

The Taoist priest's answer left Zhuge Wolong speechless.

He raised the same question that Xu Xuan had back then.

How come I'm being told that my cultivation has diminished and my demonic power has increased the moment I stepped into this world?
The kid surnamed Xu didn't mention any of these things in prison.

Moreover, the world of cultivators is almost no different from that of the mortal world. There is no such thing as eating dew and drinking air, refining elixirs, comprehending the Great Dao, or transcending to become an immortal.

Only through the struggle between good and evil, the war between humans and demons, natural disasters and floods, and the changing of the tides.

The struggles were even more blatant, almost unavoidable. No wonder the Baoan Hall needed its own wisdom; they were going to fight.

Master Mao was too embarrassed to say that most practitioners from other sects did indeed focus on refining the Golden Elixir and comprehending the Great Dao.

Only Baoan Hall is slightly different.

After receiving the devastating news, Zhuge Wolong began to focus his attention on Xu Xuan, the hall master.

I want to know what else the other person is hiding from me.

"Young Master Xu."

"He was a scholar who saved the cultural heritage of Jiangnan, a good teacher who saved his students, a holy monk who quelled the imperial aura, and a hero of the entire land!"

The Taoist priest spoke in a devout tone, and the heartfelt reverence he conveyed was incredibly infectious.

Xu Xuanzhi is to the Daoist Master what a saint is.

The first Xu Chui of Qiantang began to unleash his power.

(End of this chapter)