Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 643 My Yin-Yang Dharma Realm
Night, Baoan Hall.

The candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on the wall and adding to the eerie atmosphere.

In a style of art that hadn't been used for a long time, the main and deputy hall masters were gathered together, their expressions solemn, and the atmosphere so tense it seemed like water could drip from them.

"That's the situation. The ghosts of the underworld are determined to kill me." Master Xu Xuan broke the silence first.

Facing a hidden enemy without communicating with teammates could easily lead to a passive situation, which would be idiotic.

Therefore, the absurdities of the Ji family spread rapidly throughout the organization's upper echelons.

Upon hearing this, the deputy hall master's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. He slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacups to jump and spill tea all over the floor.

His clenched teeth made it seem as if he wished he could go back to the underworld and wipe out all those despicable monsters and ghost kings.

How could you act like this!

You are powerful figures who dominate the underworld, and we are also overlords who can command the wind and rain in the mortal world. Let's draw our chariots and have a real battle.

Why hire mercenaries to gather intelligence?

The double standard snake was already brewing a storm of retaliation.

However, she also encountered the same problem: where to start.

Suddenly, a thought struck him: the scholar and the monk wouldn't have come down the mountain just to deliver a message.

Therefore, the Art of War states in the chapter "Using Spies" that there are five types of spies: spies acting on behalf of others, spies from within, double agents, spies who die, and spies who live.

We have two high-level inner rooms here.

With a flick of his wrist, he made a hand gesture and turned his hand.

Two golden beams of light flew out from the ground, hovering and dancing in the hall before finally landing steadily in front of us.

The figure on the left is over three zhang tall, his body resembling a towering peak, his steel-like skin imbued with spiritual light. His eyes are like torches, and his body is surrounded by swirling blue flames, exuding wisdom and auspiciousness. His steps are steady, the earth trembles without a sound; his breaths are long and deep, the flames still and serene.

The one on the right was over three zhang tall, his body as imposing as a mountain, his iron-cast muscles gleaming with a metallic sheen. His eyes were like lanterns, and blue flames swirled around him, a mixture of rage and resentment. When he stomped his leg, the scorched earth trembled; his breath was like thunder, and explosions of flame roared.

These are the two guardian deities of Baoan Hall, Qilishi and Qilicha.

"Greetings, two hall masters!" the two ghosts said in unison, their voices as loud as bells.

He knelt down on one knee as if pushing a mountain of gold and overturning a jade pillar, causing the earth to tremble. If it weren't for the protective array of the Libao Temple, the nearby houses would probably have cracked.

Xiaoqing smiled slightly at the scene, but quickly regained her calm and collected demeanor.

Qi Licha was secretly delighted, having already figured out the taboos after being here for some time.

For example, Master Xu doesn't care about the position of head or deputy, while Master Qing cares a lot about it.

So, you should act when you need to, and remain silent when you need to. You still have a long way to go.

"You are both important figures from the Western Ghost Emperor's dojo. You must know about the Yin-Yang Dharma King's background, even if others don't," Xu Xuan said, his gaze fixed intently on the two guardian deities. In his view, if someone had inherited the essence of the Western religion, such a promising wild Dharma King would be impossible not to win over.

Of course, Qi Lishi, who was standing aside dumbfounded, could be ignored; this guy had no brains, only strength.

Those who were thrown into the Sixth Prison as vanguards were all people who had been ostracized.

Qilicha immediately stood up straight and began to report on his work.

"My lord, this Yin-Yang Dharma King is a powerful overlord in the underworld. More importantly, he possesses a treasure comparable to that of the City of the Wrongfully Dead: the Yin-Yang Realm."

"The Yin-Yang Dharma Realm is located between Yin and Yang, serving as a natural passage, making it the most powerful strategic resource for the underworld."

"All five Ghost Emperor dojos have coveted Him, even the Black Mountain Demon has made a move against Him." "As far as I know, the Great Anathapindika King once went to the Western Ghost Emperor dojo with a secret, and then abandoned his attempt to seize it."

“During that period, all five Ghost Emperor dojos experienced the fall of Ghost Kings, which is suspected to be related to this.”

The traitor lived up to his reputation; the intelligence provided by Qilicha was extremely detailed, even including the whereabouts of the leader of Bazhong Mountain.

At the same time, it made the two hall masters, the chief and the deputy, deeply understand how troublesome the Yin-Yang Dharma King was.

This guy is incredibly powerful, capable of countless incarnations, and his style is shrouded in secrecy. His exact origins remain a mystery, and his base of operations can shift at will. Most ghost kings can't defeat him, and those who can usually do so will simply run away.

After listening to the detailed report, Xu Xuan suddenly realized something.

That means that currently only Senior Brother Ruoxu is this guy's natural nemesis.

Speed ​​is the ultimate speed in the world, yet it feels like an eternity. It's truly a unique tool for catching people in this vast world.

Moreover, that kind of crazy, demonic monk is not someone that ordinary people can mess with; he's not afraid of retaliation at all.

Anyone who dares to seek revenge against the Pure Land School will be killed by the Buddha's golden alms bowl. Anyone who dares to harm a Pure Land School monk will see the Black Mountain Demon.

Their home was ransacked, their henchmen were all killed, and they were beaten so badly they fled overseas.

But my senior brother is currently trapped in the deepest hell, and I don't know how badly he's fighting with that extraterrestrial fire god. Besides, even if he were here, we can't use him as a henchman.

Therefore, even the Holy Father found it somewhat difficult to deal with such a cunning old fox as the Yin-Yang Dharma King.

Those guys who can run around freely from their base are the most despicable.

"I really want it!" Xiaoqing voiced the Holy Father's thoughts. If the Yin-Yang Realm existed, the Underworld would be blessed!

The two discussed it for a long time, and then used remote communication to discuss it with several department heads.

Ultimately, the group concluded that with war imminent against the Dongting demons, they could not mobilize all their resources to search for the enemy. Therefore, they reluctantly made the decision to scale back the Bao'an Hall intelligence organization and suspend recruitment.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King has many incarnations and is skilled in possession techniques; he might just find his way to Qiantang.

Of course, simply relying on passive defense won't work, so...
"Kilicha, the time has come when the organization needs you."

Turtle had heard the same words the most. Now that Turtle was gone, it was time for someone else to carry on this glorious tradition.

Qilicha instinctively sensed something was wrong, knowing that its origin came from the Buddhist power that could grant all desires.

Hearing that sentence made me feel dizzy, as if I had encountered something I didn't want to happen.

Before it could even think of a solution, the Holy Father patted its shoulder very kindly, and a light-colored lotus flower landed on it, turning into a tattoo.

It meant nothing more than to give him a mark of trust.

We are grateful to His Holiness the Great Compassionate Dharma King for visiting us and leaving behind many wonderful things.

Xu Xuan put on a kind and friendly face, his eyes radiating warmth and approachability.

"We've known each other for several months now, since we met in the underworld. I believe I know you brothers quite well."

“Especially you, my friend Qilicha!”

"Everyone knows you're a good Ghost King who's willing to sacrifice yourself for the organization, right?"

"Go to the underworld to gather intelligence, and then help me spread a few rumors."

(End of this chapter)