Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 694 Fahai Doesn't Eat Vegetarian Food

ridiculous.

However, Yun Zhongjun was certain that Xu Xuan must know who the real murderer was!

Or rather, he was at least involved in the operation to kill Birch, otherwise how could he know the details so clearly?

Little did He know that He had made the most terrible mistake—allowing the White Lotus Father to speak.

Even a true Arhat can be blocked by a Heavenly Demon, and Xu Xuan... is even more ferocious than a Heavenly Demon.

Xu, who was even more ferocious than the Heavenly Demon, was prepared to either continue stalling for time or start a fight directly, but he was stunned for a moment after hearing the other party's question.

Then I felt a bit lost... Why don't you believe me? It really is me.

For the first time in three years, I had to deny the truth when facing an enemy, which was very embarrassing.

We have a powerful Buddhist cheat code, inheriting the fundamental teachings of Pure Land Buddhism, Zen Buddhism, Guanyin Buddhism, Ksitigarbha Buddhism, and many other schools. We also possess countless fighting supernatural powers, as well as incredibly powerful demonic swords and Buddhist treasures.

Using despicable illusions to manipulate people's mentality, starting with a sneak attack, followed by a hard fight, and finally using the White Lotus authority to...

Oh dear~~~ In the end, I only won by using the White Lotus privilege.

This is hard to explain...

You can't just say, "Actually, I'm the White Lotus Saint Father, and I used my authority to kill Boqi instantly," can you?

Then the Lord of the Clouds would probably overturn Dongting Lake on the spot.

Xu Xuan sat there, calculating the time of Gu Yunmeng's arrival in his mind, while also pondering how to respond.

Another long silence followed.

The wind on the lake stopped, and even the waves seemed to freeze.

Yun Zhongjun's gaze remained indifferent, but Xu Xuan could sense that His patience was wearing thin.

If we don't say something soon, Dongting Lake might turn into a killing field in the next second.

"If you don't speak, I will immediately kill you and return to Junshan, rendering all your schemes futile." Yun Zhongjun knew this was a delaying tactic, so he prepared to make his move.

At the same time, it also demonstrated its wisdom.

Xu Xuan sighed upon hearing this, "You forced me to lie!"

Unexpectedly, their first meeting with Yun Zhongjun resulted in him shifting the blame onto someone else.

He silently shook his head in his heart, then put his hands together, his expression suddenly becoming respectful and sincere.

"Well, the ruler of Dongting is indeed formidable."

“I come from the Pure Land School, and I shouldn’t be speaking nonsense, but…” He paused, his tone becoming serious, “This leader is a very famous figure in the cultivation world, with outstanding cultivation and a venerable status. Everyone elects him as their leader and follows his orders.”

"At that time, I was merely mingling among the heroes, and out of a sense of duty to suppress the White Lotus, I did my best."

Words are like wind and frost, sharp as swords, yet also like supernatural powers.

Every word was like a carefully honed blade, neither overly flattering nor failing to subtly guide Yun Zhongjun's thoughts.

Although Lord Yunzhong did not concern himself with worldly affairs, he had heard of the basic structure of the cultivation world.

He was of extremely high seniority in Buddhism, had a strained relationship with the Pure Land School, and harbored deep hatred for the White Lotus Sect, even organizing a campaign to besiege them... It turned out to be that good-for-nothing from the Illusionary Transformation Sect.

Monk Daoyi!

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

If that guy dares to set foot in Jingzhou, I'll kill him on the spot!
Having obtained the information he desired, Yun Zhongjun's killing intent was now resolute.

This arrogant monk can't be allowed to live either.

His sleeves moved without wind, and the clouds and mist on Dongting Lake suddenly surged, turning into invisible shackles that quietly enveloped Xu Xuan.

This shows that he had murderous intent.

Seeing this, Fahai knew he could no longer delay, but fortunately, what he was waiting for had arrived.

In the brief moment he fought against Yun Zhongjun, the pressure on his soul was unimaginable. His inner Dharma form was already creaking and groaning, as if it would collapse at any moment. Every thought felt like it was being pierced by thousands of steel needles, the pain almost suffocating him.

The demon's obsession clung to him like a bone-deep sore.

These are not illusions, but real resentment that is driving the arrival of Yunmengze.

Meanwhile, the ancient cries were deafening—

"Humans!!!" "Humans again!!!"

"Da Yi!!" "I'm not reconciled!" "Yao, I didn't cause chaos among humans!" "King Yu, King Yu!" "Kill! Kill! Kill! Slaughter all of humanity!"

"Hoohoho!!!"

These sounds are not hallucinations, but echoes from the ancient Yunmeng Marsh. It was once a vast expanse of water, and also a graveyard for countless demons.

There were roars, lamentations, anger, and resentment—all the undying emotions transformed into fragments of time and space, tormenting them in the ancient crevices of Kyushu.

Now, the tentacles of the realm of obsession have arrived following their target, quietly capturing them.

The sign is those wisps of clouds and mist.

This is not the mist of Dongting Lake. It is the mist of the more ancient and ferocious Yunmeng Marsh.

They seeped out from the void, coiling around Xu Xuan's body, writhing like living things, sometimes transforming into distorted faces, sometimes condensing into struggling claws, as if countless imprisoned vengeful spirits were trying to tear open the barrier of the mortal world.

Yun Zhongjun's gaze suddenly sharpened; sensing something amiss, he took a few steps back.

"This is... Yunmengze?" He naturally knew that a fragment was hidden in this world—a trace that was peeled away when the world changed, or perhaps a work left by King Yu, which gathered the resentment that could not be converted in ancient times into an abyss, forcibly carved out the nine provinces, and threw it into the void.

As time went by, this secret realm would have gradually collapsed, eventually transforming into primordial power to give back to heaven and earth.

But then it appeared again.

The last time it appeared, it was triggered by a strange human who, along with dozens of martial arts masters and a group of demons who were watching the spectacle, were captured and taken to the past.

The ancient demons harbored a deep-seated hatred for the highly intelligent human race, a blood feud stemming from ancient times—the story of Yi shooting down the sun, Yu controlling the floods, and Yao and Shun exiling humans… The path to the rise of humanity was paved with the corpses of countless great demons.

Unexpectedly, someone has stirred it up again today.

But... that shouldn't be the case.

For spiritual practitioners, suppressing overly active spirituality is almost instinctive. Some knowledge is unknowable, and some existence is invisible, thus avoiding entanglements with cause and effect.

Was this person doing it on purpose?

Yun Zhongjun was puzzled: how could there be a human so eager to die?
"Forget it."

He was too lazy to investigate further and turned to return to Junshan.

The space around Yu Shan has begun to distort. If we don't leave now, we'll have to face those peak-level demon souls together.

However—"Whoosh!"

A golden light suddenly blocked His path, like an insurmountable chasm.

Zen Master Fahai overturned the pretentious table, flashed to a position three steps away, raised one palm, and emitted a dazzling golden light from his body.

Despite the numerous misty tentacles dancing in the void around him, his gaze remained as calm as an abyss.

He actually blocked Yun Zhongjun's path!
"Amitabha, please wait a moment, benefactor."

The moment these words were spoken, the world changed drastically.

This statement itself is a supernatural power, representing the entangled shackles of cause and effect, and signifying impending calamity.

Centered on Fahai, the illusory Western Paradise unfolds like a scroll painting—golden lotuses bloom from the void, each petal engraved with Sanskrit mantras and radiating brilliant Buddhist light.

The Bodhi Bodhisattva practice ground, paved with seven precious jewels and lapis lazuli, stretches out beneath your feet, while the water of the eight virtues transforms into a babbling stream that flows around it.

In the distance, Mount Sumeru stands majestically, and the bell of the Great Thunder Temple on its summit rings out melodiously, while the chanting of thousands of monks rises in waves like the tides of the sea.

This magnificent scene, however, formed an eerie fusion with the gloomy mist of Yunmeng Marsh. For every inch of space illuminated by the Buddha's light, more gray mist seeped from the void, coiling around the golden lotus tree like living things.

Those resentful thoughts that were converted manifested their hideous true forms in the Pure Land, only to be quickly crushed into dust by the Buddha's light.

Countless tiny golden Sanskrit characters flowed from the mudra, intertwining in the air to form chains that imprisoned the space and time within a radius of a hundred miles.

Lord Yunzhong was furious. In this realm, he felt his connection with Dongting Lake being forcibly severed!
Really looking for death!

He raised his hand, ready to use the power of the water element of the eight hundred li of Dongting Lake to bury this madman.

But before He could make a move, Xu Xuan struck first.

Having dealt with the enemy for so long, and with the resentment of the demon race still nagging in his soul, this holy father was in a very bad mood, extremely bad, even though it was only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!
Blessed by the Five Great Wisdom Kings!

Blessed by the divine power of the Great Vajra!
Blessed by the Eight Heavenly Dragons!

Blessed by the Pure Land!
Buddha, help me! Bodhisattva, help me! Dragon King, help me! Lady White Snake, help me!

"boom--"

Fahai's golden body suddenly swelled, his entire body as if cast in gilded gold, every inch of his skin flowing with intense Buddhist light.

The right arm that reached into the void was muscular and its veins were like dragons and snakes coiling around it. When the five fingers were spread out, they even tore the space into spider web-like cracks!

A tearing sound, sharp enough to make your teeth ache, echoed from the depths of the void.

He actually dragged a gilded Mount Sumeru out of the spatial interlayer! The mountain was covered with scriptures, and each Sanskrit character was spewing out dazzling Buddhist fire.

At the bottom of the mountain, countless demon reliefs were suppressed, and now they were all emitting mournful howls.

"For the Buddha—"

Fahai's eyes widened in fury, veins bulging on his neck, and the muscles in his right arm creaked as if they were about to burst under the strain. The space behind the trail of Jinshan shattered like glass.

"—Smash it!!!"

The towering golden mountain, without any frills, crashed down in the most primal and violent way, carrying with it shattered spatial turbulence! The mountain's friction with the air ignited golden-red flames, and the gray mist was torn into spiraling vortexes. Where the shadows fell, even the light began to distort and collapse.

When Yun Zhongjun looked up, what was reflected in his pupils was no longer the mountains.

Instead, it was an entire sky that was collapsing.

Such power even shocked Lord Yunzhong!
Such Buddhist supernatural powers, such a powerful Buddhist heart, what a fighting saint monk!
At this moment, Fahai, who had revealed his true face, had an even more ferocious expression and was muttering incantations:
"I already said, my name is Fahai!"

"The boundless power of Fahai, capable of splitting seas and collapsing mountains!"

"And they've been threatening me all along—"

"Do you really think the Buddha is a vegetarian?!"

I definitely can't beat you in a fight, but I'm still ready to give you a brick.

Xu Xuan went all out with this mindset, and as for what happened next... we'll see when we get to Gu Yunmeng. We'll see if he's lucky enough then.

After a deafening roar, the mountain was deserted.

Only the gray fog continued to spread, covering the 800-mile-long Dongting Lake.

(End of this chapter)