Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 704 All Things Are in Panic
The first overtone spread out, and the mist around Turtle Mountain suddenly froze. Various strange phenomena occurred wherever the music passed.

Our ancestors practiced slash-and-burn agriculture, the sage emperor observed the stars and created the calendar, officials toured the four directions, and the people sang songs while striking the earth.

The sound waves were invisible, yet they swept across the entire Yunmeng Marsh in an instant, like a tidal wave!
In an instant:
The roars of beasts rose and fell in an instant, the surging turbid waves froze like a mirror, the clanging of bronze chains disappeared without a trace, and even the thunder of the Cloud Lord in the distance fell into dead silence.

The whole world fell into an eerie, absolute silence.

The giant tortoise beneath Xu Xuan slowly opened its eyes, its ancient eyes filled with terror—this ancient tortoise, which had lived for countless years, was now trembling!
It's back, everything is back.

That was the aura of antiquity, the ancient sounds of humanity surveying the world.

Xu Xuan fell into silence, because he found that his hands were also trembling.

not right...

Looking inward, he discovered that even the White Lotus Dharma Image couldn't suppress this inexplicable panic. The mental cultivation of the "Separation from Desire" realm in the three stages of Pure Land was as fragile as paper in the face of this music!
This is simply ridiculous!
Even if the old man with long eyebrows joined forces with Yun Zhongjun, bringing 100,000 demon soldiers from Dongting and the Shu Demon Alliance, it would only arouse his fighting spirit, and he might even want to smash a mountain into the other party's face.

Could the descriptions of what one felt after hearing something in ancient times be true?
I suddenly recalled Beimen Cheng's description of his feelings upon listening to the "Xianchi" in the Zhuangzi:

"At first hearing it, one is afraid; upon hearing it again, one becomes weary; upon hearing it finally, one is confused; in a state of utter silence, one is not content."

This is a description of the experience of listening to the music by Beimen Cheng, a senior minister of the Yellow Emperor. It means that the music initially evokes fear, then relaxes the listener, and finally leads to a state of bewilderment and self-forgetfulness.

When I first read it, I thought it was just an exaggeration, but I never expected it to be so realistic—even he, the performer, couldn't help but feel fear!
"and many more……"

Xu Xuan's pupils constricted sharply; ancient texts contain even more terrifying descriptions:

"Birds fly when they hear it, beasts run away, and fish descent to their deaths..."

Simply put, it's a state of panic!
As if confirming his thoughts, Yunmengze suddenly began to change: white bone demonic birds fell like rain from the sky, strange bird and beast souls in the water frantically burrowed to the bottom of the lake, and even those irrational vengeful spirits were running away in panic.

The entire world is reacting with primal fear to this sacred music of the emperor!
The next second—

"Wow!"

The sky suddenly tore open, and blood rain poured down!

The dark clouds pressed down like a giant curtain, as if the entire sky were about to collapse. At that moment, all the demonic remnants of the Yunmeng Marsh were awakened by the music!

Demonic energy surges forth!

In the murky waters, pitch-black demonic energy surged upwards like a boiling waterfall, soaring straight into the heavens. The sky was completely shrouded in thick resentment and malevolent energy, turning into an eerie purplish-black. The resentment coalesced into countless distorted faces, all now displaying expressions of utter terror—

"How terrifying! Who is it again?!"

"No...please! Spare me!"

"It's the humans! The humans have arrived!"

"I can smell Si Wenming's scent!"

"Run! The humans are coming to slaughter us again!!!"

The white skeleton of the Bashe, which had been impaled on the lakebed by Da Yi's arrow, suddenly trembled violently! In its empty eye sockets, eerie green soul fire burst into flames, and the thousand-meter-long snake skeleton twisted wildly, stirring up towering waves.

From the depths of the swamp, the remnant soul of the Nine-Headed Willow rose from the mud! Eighteen scarlet eyes flickered in the mist, and putrid black blood gushed from its severed neck. It stared intently in the direction of Turtle Mountain, and the bronze chains binding it instantly taut, emitting a teeth-grinding "creak".

Above the clouds, Yun Zhongjun's white robes fluttered without wind, and for the first time, fear appeared on his perpetually indifferent face—which then transformed into overwhelming killing intent!
"It's over..."

Xu Xuan pressed down hard on the still-vibrating strings, his fingertips cutting and bleeding. Looking at the suddenly enraged Yun Mengze, he suddenly remembered Shen Shanzhang's warning before he left:

"Beware of demons and monsters dancing wildly..."

But this is hardly a "chaotic dance"...

This is clearly a massive riot by demons!

You modern intellectuals... you really lack the simplicity of ancient times.

Turtle Mountain began to collapse, and the giant tortoise beneath it let out a painful cry. Xu Xuan wiped the blood from his face and looked at the guqin in his hands, which was still waiting for the second note.

"You seem quite cheerful, but... it is indeed quite interesting."

What else could be done? Just keep going. Suddenly, the distant sky darkened, and dark clouds crashed down like towering waves, crimson lightning flashing within the churning clouds, as if the sky had been torn open.

Once they realized what had happened, countless demons surged out from all directions, ashamed and angry at their earlier fear.

Not the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, not the human army, but just one person?

Those words that were just shouted out... Kill him!!!

The sounds of clashing bones, grinding claws, and venomous roars intertwined to create a destructive tidal wave. They converged into a black torrent, causing rocks to crumble and vegetation to wither and turn to ash in its wake.

All of this will be borne by one lonely person.

Faced with this devastating torrent, Xu Xuan suddenly felt a strange sense of exhilaration—

Since we can't avoid it... then let's just flip the table!

"Losers should stay obediently in the garbage dump."

With a soft laugh, his body suddenly split in two:
His physical body remained seated cross-legged on the tortoise's back, his ten fingers stained with blood yet he continued playing "Xianchi." The music grew increasingly passionate, as if shouting to the ancestors of humanity: "Look at this outstanding descendant! Come and rescue them!"

Faxiang then rose into the air, his white kasaya fluttering in the demonic wind, clearly preparing for a direct confrontation!
“Since you’re already here…” the holy monk chuckled, “you should at least say hello.”

There are no outsiders here, so you can naturally reveal your true self without any restraint.

Give these old fogies a shock from the youth, and show them what the eclectic style of contemporary practitioners really means.

The moment the hands form the lotus mudra—

"Wow!"

The entire Turtle Mountain suddenly went dark!
As the form and appearance manifested, the physical body gradually became ethereal, and the true essence of Buddha and demon burst forth from every pore of the body, condensing into a substantial Dharma form.

Countless black particles appeared in the void, drifting away like sand in the wind. Each grain of "black sand" contained the purest essence of demonic power:
They are ignorant of reason, have their right and wrong reversed, and are confused about good and evil.

When this filth fell into the lake, the clear waves transformed into a boiling cauldron of blood! Twisted whirlpools appeared on the water's surface, and each ripple revealed an inverted swastika.

Furthermore, golden light appeared, like shards of glass gently swaying in the breeze. Each grain of "golden dust" contained the purest and most pristine Buddha-nature:
Enlightenment and seeing one's true nature are the only two paths to enlightenment, and compassion and harmony are essential.

When these golden dust particles fell onto the lake, the turbid waves transformed into the Eight Virtues Water! The surface of the water rippled with a thousand-petaled lotus pattern, and each ripple reflected a swastika halo.

But we see:

The three thousand flames of karma coalesced into a crown, each petal of the lotus flame reflecting a different calamity. In the left half of the raging flame, the Buddha sacrificed himself to feed a tiger, while in the right half of the black flame, a demon devoured the golden body.

The plain white robes moved without wind, and the lotus patterns on them seemed to flow between reality and illusion: when illuminated by Buddha's light, they appeared as the Eight Auspicious Symbols; when tainted by demonic energy, they transformed into a scene of a hundred ghosts roaming at night.

Thirty-six pale-colored lotus flowers bloom beneath my feet, embracing everything.

At the center of the golden halo behind his head, the pale white ring slowly rotated: when rotating clockwise, it showered down sweet rain to save the world; when rotating counterclockwise, it burst forth with pure white light to cleanse the world.

Through the crystal-gold body, one can see the Bodhi roots forming a Brahma net, with chaotic demonic blood surging like a river, and the principles of war floating in the blood waves.

The black and gold sacred mountain was right at our feet, and 30,000 karmic demons crawled out of the lava.

They weren't afraid at all as the waves of demons and ghosts surged from the sky. After falling into Xu Xuan's clutches, these murderous creatures only thought about when their souls would be scattered.

So, faced with such an unequal battle, all we can do is hope, hope, and hope some more.

Of course, even if they wanted to die, they had to complete the mission. Under the leadership of the alligator dragon, the karmic demons began to recite the hymn with great emotion:
"Buddha and Mara are born of the same origin, why distinguish between the pure and the impure in the Pure Land?"

"Holding a lotus in the left hand and a sword in the right, one can then see the true nature of the Tathagata."

Xu Xuan was very satisfied; the rehearsal went very well.

Then, looking at the oncoming horde of demons, he was filled with disdain, thinking, "A bunch of uncultured people."

"You've given me too much credit."

He was no weak or pedantic monk; he had plenty of strength and skill.

(End of this chapter)