Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 666 Picking Up People Along the Way
Turning to look at Xu Xuan, his eyes were full of admiration, "It seems that the abbot is indeed deeply compassionate and skilled in guiding people to enlightenment."

Xu Xuan's teacup trembled slightly, almost spilling the tea. He glanced at Xiao Qing, only to see the little demon leaning against the Bodhi tree, munching on fruit and pretending to be well-behaved.

"Master, you flatter me." Xu Xuan chuckled twice, thinking to himself that the old monk's eyesight had probably been ruined by the incense of Jinshan Temple—Xiao Qing was not a Buddha at all, but rather a soaring evil aura concealed by the spiritual energy of Taihu Lake.

The war that terrified you so much was fought by her.

After that, Guangliang began to care about his disciple Qingyou.

"Don't worry, he can't beat anyone in Sichuan, but no one can beat him either." Xu Xuan was extremely confident. Back then, even Bai Suzhen was at a complete disadvantage when she went all out. Kasyapa is Kasyapa.

Guangliang seemed to be deep in thought. It seemed that the abbot knew which eminent monk his disciple had been in his previous life.

When asked to elaborate further, Xu Xuan refused to speak.

You really can't just reveal the real name of a background boss whose status is unclear.

It's possible that he'll regain his Buddhist heart, become understanding, and even regret his past actions, then become like an old man, offering various forms of compensation.

It's also possible that they think what they did before was right, and that such an enemy of Buddha should be killed without hesitation. If the evil spirit wasn't killed in the past, then they should use their present body to subdue it.

Xu Xuan thought to himself that if no one could cure him, wouldn't he really be going to die?

So we changed the subject and started talking about something else.

As evening fell and the tourists dispersed, at someone's suggestion, the monk Baizhu summoned all the monks in the temple to the backyard to hold a small Dharma assembly with the legendary abbot.

It also implies that everyone should recognize the leader.

Whether they were originally monks of Lingyin Temple or novices who later joined Jinshan Temple, they were all unfamiliar with Fahai. They only knew that he was a great figure in the Pure Land School, the first sect of Buddhism, and a master among masters.

Xu Xuan sat at the head of the table, creating the image of a highly virtuous monk, speaking of the fundamental teachings of Pure Land Buddhism and the fundamental teachings of Zen Buddhism.

It's mysterious and profound, I'll never go into detail, but anyway, I'm very capable.

Even Guangliang was shocked by the skill with which this person had managed to deceive him, since he seemed to be no match for this Pure Land practitioner in terms of Zen lineage. It was truly strange.

Could he also be a reincarnation of a powerful being?
“Since its establishment, Jinshan Temple has relied entirely on Abbot Guangliang for its maintenance, and I am deeply ashamed.”

"And everyone is probably aware of the state of the world today, so..."

To build good relationships, words alone are not enough; you need to show some substance.

As the sun set, the last rays of golden light swept across the bronze bells on the temple eaves. Xu Xuan flicked his sleeves, and dozens of Buddhist treasures clattered onto the stone table: a gilded vajra, white jade prayer beads, a Tantric golden wheel, and so on.
A batch of Buddhist treasures seized from the Tibetan demonic sect were taken out, causing the backyard to instantly radiate a dazzling light.

"Come, come, everyone who sees this gets a share."

This style of eating meat in large bites and dividing gold by the scale left the young monks looking at each other in bewilderment; the legendary abbot was indeed legendary.

Xu Xuan picked up a vajra and handed it to the stunned young novice. "What's your name, nephew? Zong Shang, right? This vajra and bell are a pair."

The young monk, holding his ritual implements, looked bewildered: "I am practicing the teachings of the Diamond Sutra, which says, 'One should abide nowhere and yet give rise to the mind.'"

"What a coincidence!" Xu Xuan slapped his thigh. "This pestle is called 'Breaking Attachment,' and the bell is called 'Enlightening the Mind,' which is perfect for your meditation!" He then shoved the bell into his hand, and the bell's clappers struck together, producing a clear and melodious sound.

Zongshang had not been practicing for long, but he felt that the abbot was a really good person.

The older monk in the corner put his palms together and said, "Abbot, worldly things are ultimately fleeting."

"Wrong!" Xu Xuan's expression suddenly changed, and he picked up a relic between his fingers. "Observe the body as the body, observe feelings as feelings, observe the mind as the mind, observe the Dharma as the Dharma." The relic suddenly shone brightly, so bright that everyone could not open their eyes. "If you see it as a Dharma instrument, then it is a Dharma instrument. If you see it as a stone, then it is a stone."

"Our Zen school aims to save all sentient beings. Whether we use ritual implements, stones, or our hearts, it doesn't matter." "You must never try to be non-attached in order to avoid attachment. If you do, you've already fallen into 'ego-attachment.' Hold onto this relic, and wait until you realize it's not an external object. That's when your state of mind will improve."

Mr. Xu possesses the teachings of multiple Buddhist sects; he may not be good at preaching, but he is definitely adept at deceiving people.

In the end, the monk accepted the gift, bowed respectfully, and sincerely expressed that the abbot was a highly virtuous and accomplished person, and that he still had much to learn from him.

"Abbot, you are truly generous!" Amidst thunderous cheers, the nine-foot-tall Zong Guang swung his crescent-shaped shovel. The blade flashed with cold light, cleanly slicing a falling Bodhi leaf in two. "From now on, if you need my help, just give the order! If anyone dares to utter a single word of dissent, I, this humble monk, will smash my head against the Buddha's statue and die."

Could it be that our Jinshan Temple has taken in a notorious thief?

Guangliang's lips twitched: "Zong Guangyuan almost lost his life in the river. After being taken into the sect by this old monk, he inevitably still has some of the airs of the martial arts world."

His disciples are all sorts of strange and wonderful people, and after getting involved with Xu Xuan, they opened the door to a whole new world.

This man was originally a chivalrous hero in the martial arts world, but he was framed and killed while barely alive. Heartbroken, he then entered a Buddhist monastery.

This classic martial arts story template is so common that Xu Xuan has seen it countless times.

"I know, I know." Xu Xuan smiled and took out a monk's knife and handed it over. "The Vimalakirti Sutra says, 'Use a knife and staff to protect the Dharma.' My nephew has indeed deeply grasped the essence."

That's great! We need monks like that who dare to fight and take risks in our Buddhist community.

The monk Baizhu watched as his leader forcefully turned the tide using his magical artifacts, his prestige growing rapidly. He was filled with utter admiration.

Sigh... I've finally found the right person to be my patron.

After everyone had left, Guangliang's expression turned somewhat grave.

"Abbot, is there something important that you have come here?" Zen Master Fahai was indeed a very good person, but he was the kind of person who would not even come to his own temple unless it was something important.

Today I was chatting with the novices and giving away treasures again; this is not a good omen.

If you want to find a similar scenario.
“The abbot’s behavior today,” he stared at Xu Xuan, who was wiping a bowl, “is like a reward for troops before a battle.”

Xu Xuan told him not to overthink it.

"I have received a secret report that a calamity is about to strike Dongting Lake, which will sweep across two prefectures and twelve counties."

"Our Pure Land sect's duty is to uphold justice in the human world and to correct the discord between heaven and earth. Therefore, it is inevitable that we must take action to suppress it."

"If the wind and waves are too great, I hope you can use these Buddhist treasures to protect the land of Jiangnan."

I won't say anything more.

The Holy Father said he wouldn't say more, but how could Guangliang not ask more questions after hearing this? He was even moved by Abbot Fahai's spirit of sacrifice.

Therefore, it means if there is a place where it can be used.
Xiaoqing sighed inwardly. "The monk Guangliang is really a good person. Xu Xuan might be a good person too."

Today's event is clearly aimed at the three realms of experts, and of course, winning people's hearts and inspecting the strongholds are also convenient things to do.

With this calamity at Dongting Lake, who knows how many more experts will be attracted?

The search for talent has only just begun.

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(End of this chapter)