Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 558 The Hatred of Burch
The blazing sun went out.

The air distorted under the intense heat, creating a scorching hellscape.

The ground at the center of the explosion was instantly vaporized, leaving a huge crater. The soil and rocks at the edges were melted into glassy crystals that shimmered with an eerie light.

Thick dust clouds shrouded the mountains in a deathly gloom.

In this desolate mountain, the breath of life has almost completely disappeared, leaving only endless desolation and despair.

And the sky.

It was already enveloped in endless Buddha light, with golden rays cascading down like a waterfall.

Like a light veil, it reflects the illusory and sacred Buddhist scene.

Majestic Buddhist temples appeared in the sky, their glazed tiles shimmering with seven colors, and golden wind chimes hanging between the upturned eaves, swaying gently in the wind and emitting clear and melodious Buddhist chants.

Between the Buddhist temples, lotus flowers bloom, each radiating a faint golden light, with glistening dewdrops seemingly clinging to the petals, reflecting the brilliance of the Buddha's light.

This is precisely the magnificent scenery of Xu's Little Western Paradise.

Golden-robed Buddhist warrior monks stood in the center, while thirty thousand Arhats sat on lotus thrones, chanting in unison:

The Vajra's wrathful gaze subdues evil spirits; the Zen staff sweeps away countless tribulations.

With a single thought of compassion and courage, the Buddha's light shines universally, saving us from this world of suffering.

The Arhats' voices were like resounding bells, shaking heaven and earth. Every syllable contained supreme magical power, absolutely righteous beyond measure.

Anyone who doubts that Old Xu and Bai Lian have a relationship can come and get a punch from me.

Standing in the void, the holy monk, having activated his golden body mode, felt exceptionally comfortable.

Since entering the Dao, I have always relied on magic, magical artifacts, and the Pure Land to fight.

They gained an advantage by calculating the timing of events, creating favorable geographical locations, and employing psychological tactics.

They will also use the "call for backup" tactic in critical moments.

Although it's very Buddhist and orthodox, it just doesn't quite feel right.

If one realm is weak and the other realm is not strong, then such a battle is to be avoided.

Now that I've reached the third realm, I can finally imitate my senior brother's protagonist-like fighting style.

Although this punch was launched by surprise, wouldn't you say it landed squarely?

The clouds and mist were truly formidable; they hadn't collapsed despite all that.

Moreover, the fact that the Great Compassionate Dharma King is actually a demon is rather ominous.

Opening blind boxes without knowing the enemy's background is like this: nobody knows whether they'll get a figurine or a keychain.

If that punch had been placed on a human, it would have been enough to destroy their physical body and shatter their soul.

But now we have to be careful when facing a wounded beast, and we even have to consider whether the enemy has a special ability that can be used to fight back.

At this moment, demonic energy surged into the sky from the ground below.

On the desolate land where lava and ruins intertwined, the human form of the Great Compassionate Dharma King remained motionless like rotten flesh, and then with a tearing sound, the flesh and bones broke apart from the inside.

Blood-red wings extended, and a dense aura of anger, killing intent, malevolence, and ferocity was released along with the manifestation of the demonic body.

This situation clearly indicates a demon's second transformation, a classic element of boss battles.

Adhering to the righteous path's unique combat philosophy, the Holy Father chose to interrupt the transformation from a distance.

Golden light shone from his body, blessed by the Five Great Wisdom Kings. The power of the Great Vajra God was continuously unleashed through his palms, and countless golden streams of light fell with dazzling tail flames and deadly destructive force.

The meteor shower, carrying murderous intent, crashed down upon the earth; mere demons should not resist!

Ah da da da da da.
The earth's mournful cry resounded once more.

While we were fighting, the holy monk suddenly lost focus. Is this a classic prince-style tactic?
Never mind, let's strike while the iron is hot.

However, the Father's fighting style was flexible, and his enemies were not reckless.

The towering sea of ​​clouds that had been blasted apart converged, rolling along the earth like raging waves, with crimson light interspersed within the dark clouds.

Unable to lock onto the enemy again, they could only observe for the time being.

"What a despicable Dharma King! He actually dares to hide!"

The only response to the holy monk was a shrill cry, clearly filled with foul language.

Finally, when the clouds and mist cleared, the enemy's transformation was complete.

On the apocalyptic land, a divine bird struggles to rise from the ruins.

The body, which should have been elegant and sacred, was now covered with shocking wounds. Black feathers were scattered messily in the mud, and the original glossy sheen was covered by blood and dust.

One wing was twisted at an unnatural angle, its broken bones piercing the skin and revealing the stark white bone.

Fresh blood gushed from the wound, dripping down the feathers and onto the scorched earth with a hissing sound, rising in wisps of white smoke.

His eyes were filled with extreme anger, and flames seemed to dance in his pupils.

Its beak opened slightly, and it let out a roar that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart.

"Monk! Monk! Monk!"

"The one who started this will surely have no descendants. Aren't you afraid that future generations will follow your example and evolve into the Eastern Dharma Protector Bodhisattva?"

The sound pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, overpowering the thunder, carrying endless grief and indignation, as if it wanted to destroy all the injustices in the world.

Its hatred is justified and well-founded.

Being punched like that is due to inferior skill, and it's acceptable.

It can accept being ambushed, losing its composure, and losing the initiative.

The white lotus, which could be used for a sneak attack, smiled, which was hard to accept, as it completely broke through the defenses.

This is why Buddhist disciples are filled with inexplicable anger when they see heretics smearing ashes, because these wicked monks are toying with faith!
Xu Xuan sighed, "So it was you."

The revelation of their true forms also exposed most of the demon race's trump cards, just as seeing a golden-ringed snake indicates the presence of venomous supernatural powers, and seeing a fierce tiger indicates the ability to control the wind. This is truly going to be difficult, not only because it's a ferocious beast, but also because it's a divine beast.

With the power of his own will and innate supernatural abilities, he is a formidable character with numerous buffs.

It's fortunate that he landed that punch and gained the upper hand, otherwise he might have really crashed.

Birch!

Boqi, the divine beast among the twelve beasts of the Great Nuo!

No wonder it looks so human, yet is a demon.

Bo Qi was an important minister during the reign of King Xuan of Zhou, known for his loyalty and talent. However, some people in the court were jealous of his position and abilities, so they spread rumors and falsely accused Bo Qi of plotting a rebellion.

King Xuan of Zhou listened to slander and eventually exiled Boqi. During his exile, Boqi was filled with grief and indignation, and eventually transformed into the Boqi bird, whose mournful cry symbolizes the pain of a loyal minister who has been wronged.

That is precisely why they were included among the twelve divine beasts to expel the evil spirits of plague.

That is precisely why she was so loyal to the White Lotus Mother.

But Birch is actually a woman?

It's somewhat unbelievable; it must be due to changes that occurred later in life.

Monsters are those whose essence and energy rely on external objects. When the energy is disordered within, the external objects change; this is the function of form, spirit, temperament, and inner and outer aspects.

The essence and energy change the internal properties of an object, thus causing changes in its external form.

It's perfectly normal for a man to become a woman, or a woman to become a man, for there to be no distinction between yin and yang, or for a single thought to create yin and yang.

Even the human saints with numerous disguises often manifest different Dharma bodies, incarnations, and avatars.

Of course, most acquired demon race members change according to their original attributes and don't act recklessly.

After all, humans are of the Dao body, and the Dao body is divided into Yin and Yang, so they must also be divided accordingly.

Boqi is a rather peculiar monster, having transformed from a human into a demon.

This is quite rare in the contemporary cultivation world, but it was quite common in ancient times.

Among them, the unworthy sons of Emperor Hong, Shao Hao, Zhuanxu, and Jinyun were the most outstanding.

Even during the reign of King Xuan of Zhou, there were still incidents of rabbits dancing and horses changing, which shows how wild and exciting the history of the past was.

The Father was there reminiscing about the splendor of ancient times, while Birch at his feet was already driven mad with rage.

"The Ksitigarbha Dharma of Pure Land Buddhism and Chan Buddhism"

"Very good, very good, what a holy Buddhist monk."

"No wonder I could detect the white lotus!"

Burch was severely injured by the punch, but it also cleared his mind, leading him down the path that Xu Xuan most wanted to see.

Then, in addition to the demonic aura, an indescribable, unsettling pressure emanated from it.

Nuo dance originated in ancient times and encompasses auspicious rites, inauspicious rites, military rites, guest rites, and celebratory rites. It represents the power of primitive culture in every aspect of civilization.

The Nuo ritual, which drives away plague demons, reached its peak during the Han Dynasty, and twelve divine beasts were established.

Therefore, Birch absorbed at least several hundred years of human willpower.

Similarly, local deities are born because of the nation's fortune, become powerful because of the nation's fortune, and collapse when the nation's fortune weakens.

When the mythical beast that abandoned all of these chose to restart this power, it was truly determined.

Upon seeing this, Xu Xuan immediately clasped his hands together, attempting to seize the moral high ground:

"Boqi was originally a great Nuo divine beast, but later entered the White Lotus Path. It has already undergone blood sacrifices and wreaked havoc on the world."

“Fahai of the Pure Land School, come and kill him.”

Below is Birch.
The clear, melodious birdsong was sharp and piercing, and a raging storm of hatred rose from the earth.

It knew that no matter how much this person had schemed before, at this moment, only one person could survive.

"Fahai, prepare to die!"

Birch's body suddenly grew dozens of times larger, and his outstretched wings resembled a sky curtain.

Accompanied by a long roar, the black streak of light, like a dragon, tore apart everything in its path.

The raging wind, carrying demons, brought forth its shimmering light, the specks of light representing nightmares devoured over countless years.

Break the golden body with a demonic form, and shatter the divine soul with a nightmare.

It's determined to devour this sacred fetus!

He is fierce and eccentric, with the ambition of a peacock to devour a Buddha!

The storm arrived first, followed by countless nightmares.

These are all dreams that people had when plague demons roamed the land.

Birch's transformation from a loyal subject to this state is largely due to these difficult-to-digest nightmares.

The Great Compassionate Dharma King, who can only sleep peacefully beside the Holy Mother, will never waver in his loyalty to his faith, and will certainly kill Xu Xuan, who manipulates the White Lotus faith.

Therefore, he used almost all of his innate supernatural powers.

The scattered stars actually broke through the defenses and flew into the Holy Father's Pure Land.

That was the end of it; the White Lotus Dharma Image ate until it was about 80% full.

Honestly, it didn't taste as good as the Heavenly Demon Tribulation during the Heavenly Punishment back then. Those little demons who helped him transform into the Free Heaven were really crunchy.

However, the 30,000 karmic ghosts in the Pure Land were affected by the spell, each falling into a nightmare, reliving the day the holy monk entered Guo Bei.

After all, this is the Great Compassionate Dharma King's trump card, and ordinary demons and monsters really can't withstand it.

Seeing this, Xu Xuan had no choice but to temporarily get rid of these burdens.

He then flew into a rage!
(End of this chapter)