Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 645 Old Friends in the East China Sea

"Long time no see." The Holy Father, dressed in a light-colored Confucian robe, with handsome features, smiled like an innocent and sunny young man.

The water flowed gently, causing his clothes to flutter slightly. He looked like a refined scholar, and no one would guess that just half a day ago he had gently instructed the guardian deity to "fish" in hell and even devised a baiting battle.

Unfortunately, that person's true colors had already left a deep impression on Miss Bai.

Having weathered countless storms, Bai Gu Niang had long since developed a pair of Taoist divine eyes, capable of seeing through appearances to the essence of things. How could she be deceived by such false appearances?

The phrase "for a long time" made Bai Suzhen feel a sense of doubt.

"It hasn't been that long, has it?"

It had only been a month since they last met. For someone with such a long lifespan, a month was utterly insignificant in the grand scheme of 1,700 years.

In the eyes of big shots, time is measured in centuries.

Well... blame it on someone's life being just too exciting, so exciting that in the past month he's been like an unreasonable monster, rudely walking half a circle along the southeast coast.

First, they went to the underworld to fight an elite leader named Helu, turning the millennium-old overlord's conspiracy into a tragedy.

Then, they engaged in a thrilling battle with the intermediate-level boss, Kumbhama.

The battle is interspersed with various winding and convoluted subplots, including conspiracies and life-or-death choices, making it truly captivating.

The subsequent exchange went very smoothly; it was simply a matter of sharing our experiences.

When Bai Suzhen learned what major things Xu Hanwen had done, she nodded knowingly and thought to herself that saying "long time no see" would be quite appropriate.

Moreover, it involved her old friends, which made her eyes dim.

Especially when I heard the words "the final sword transforms into a galaxy" and "the righteous path endures forever," my emotions surged.

As if in remembrance, as if not wanting people to forget, he spoke slowly.

"That girl... I gave her her common name."

The voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing the shadows in the memory.

"She was rescued by a shipwreck when she was traveling in the East China Sea. At a young age, she was full of dreams of 'roaming the world with a sword,' and she was almost fed to the fish but she still did not give up."

“Practitioners talk about karma and spirituality, but they value the mind and nature even more. She possessed both, so I sent her to the East Sea Goddess Palace.”

He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips. "His innate constitution is of the highest quality 'Geng Metal and Profound Water,' a natural fit for the 'Primordial Divine Sword'... As for his Daoist title?"

She shook her head, seemingly helpless: "Min girl never mentioned it, so it must be... not a pleasant thing to hear."

"Later, he did indeed become the Sword Immortal of the East Sea, fulfilling his childhood dream. He often went out to slay demons and monsters, and also developed some connections with the second-generation disciples of Mount Shu."

"Thirty years ago, they even gave me a bottle of East China Sea Essence."

His tone was calm, but beneath that calm lay a beautiful yet painful memory. For those born into immortality, once they develop feelings, they will constantly experience these separations and deaths, loves and hates; the pain can only be understood by those who have personally gone through it.

The human cub he found died, or rather, it was killed through a scheme.

Bai Suzhen was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up: "Behind Jiupanpo... is that Changmei?"

—In an instant, waves rose on the lake's surface, and thunder rumbled.

Behind this tone lies a terrifying power, like the ceaseless tides of the East China Sea, or a storm that never stops, changing in an instant.

The powerful aura made the surrounding lake water seem to freeze.

Xu Xuan and Xiao Qing sat there, eyes downcast, like two wooden puppets, not daring to breathe.

They only returned to normal after the storm subsided. "Don't worry, Miss Bai, Changmei will eventually fight Bao'an Hall."

"Now that the timing, location, and people are all in my hands, that scoundrel has absolutely no chance of escaping," the Holy Father assured, patting his chest with great confidence.

No one can defeat the prepared White Lotus Father!
Xiaoqing nodded frantically, full of confidence.

Ever since Changmei's existence was exposed, the wise men and strategists of Baoan Hall have been secretly plotting countless insidious and vicious schemes, all waiting to unleash their fury on that old man, ensuring that the enemy will not be able to escape.

Bai Suzhen nodded, agreeing that Xu Xuan was indeed trustworthy in this regard, and said she would take her along when they teamed up.

Steady!

The head and deputy head of the hall seriously accepted the suggestion.

Then someone gave her a look, and Xiaoqing chuckled and asked, "Sister, where did you go the other day?"

Bai Suzhen didn't hide where she went, but she underestimated someone's excitement.

"The Purple Bamboo Grove!!! That place is still open to visitors!!!"

The Holy Father was overjoyed, his eyes almost shining, for that was the sacred site of Guanyin Bodhisattva!

In the mythological system, the presence of Guanyin Bodhisattva is almost on par with that of the Buddha, and each of the thirty-three manifestations has its own story.

In terms of legendary status, this person is the top influencer in the eyes of the general public outside of Buddhism.

The reason this person was excited was because this was a proper Bodhisattva practice site, and he himself was a proper Buddhist disciple, and even a monk who had studied the Heart Sutra.

If we went in, wouldn't we have a great chance to succeed? And there are so many good things inside!

Even without blessings, a dying blessed land is a natural strategic resource, where dozens of traps can be easily set up.

Someone firmly believes that the Bodhisattva's realm must be unfathomable and their compassion as vast as the ocean, capable of encompassing even our smallest thoughts.

"Can I use that lotus platform?"

Xu Xuan's expression was calm, and his tone was even, as if he were asking if the radish was delicious.

In truth, he was thrilled. This was a method of divination left by the Bodhisattva. It was truly shameful that Old Xu didn't even know a single celestial secret technique.

He had studied the Da Liu Ren method of Shushan, but unfortunately, it required a great deal of talent and profound mathematical knowledge.

More importantly, one must align oneself with the will of Heaven to observe the world.

The old man with long eyebrows was extremely skilled in this art, and his arrangements for Mount Shu were in accordance with the will of Heaven, even going so far as to fuel the flames.

Pushing forward until the flames are raging and the demonic calamity is triggered, then gather the fortune of the three heroes and two clouds, and use the turning point of fortune to promote ascension to immortality.

That was a brilliant and masterful maneuver.

However, he made a crucial mistake; a certain source of pollution hadn't even appeared when he was setting up his plan.

Moreover, the Way of Heaven is extremely dangerous, and it is easy to have one's humanity washed away, turning them into a puppet under the Way of Heaven.

Of course, Long Eyebrows is different; he follows his own will. Whether it was when he wanted to become the leader of the righteous path, or later when he went into hiding.

Becoming an immortal is an obsession, and the answer to cultivation.

Xu Xuan was different; his cultivation was for the purpose of living and killing others.

Therefore, I made the small request to borrow the lotus platform.

(End of this chapter)