Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 722 Seeing Ghosts and Gods

Although most of the students at Chongqi Academy are talented, only a few extraordinary individuals like Ji Rui have caught the eye of Xie Yu and others.

Qiao Feng had previously invited Xu Xuan, but he declined because he was busy launching a surprise attack on Dongting Lake.

It's bound to cause trouble if the six male protagonists from Yanguan County get together.

It's incredibly audacious of a wandering Taoist priest to actually try and take Liancheng's pregnant ghost fetus as a prize, especially since he chose this time.

There was no need for Zao to unleash his power; Ning Caichen strangled these ghosts with his zither strings in front of everyone, displaying remarkable style.

Qiao Feng then unleashed a furious barrage of blows on the evil Taoist priest, his palm strikes as powerful as dragons.

Finally, he was thrown into prison and reported to the Ministry of Justice for execution in the autumn; the whole process was very smooth.

When they returned, the three heroes realized that Sanqi had embarked on a different path from them and was going to see more spectacular scenery.

But it doesn't matter, we are all students of Chongqi Academy, and this relationship as classmates will form a very useful network in the future.

I never expected that Ning, who looks rather effeminate and slender in the group, would have such a stylish move.

Upon returning to the academy, they encountered the interesting situation of Master Xu requesting to hear a song of ghosts and gods.

Young people, even if they're terrified at this point, can't back down an inch, and they all said they had no problem.

Even someone like Ji Rui was very confident, stating emphatically that his character was second only to Master Xu.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xuan was shocked. "If you're below me, how can you be allowed to do this? Why don't you go down the mountain and listen? I'm afraid you'll be struck by lightning."

The other professors, however, are quite interesting.

"Don't go, don't go."

"I am not feeling well..."

"Ahem, I don't like music."

They all made excuses so quickly, readily offering various reasons.

Even Professor Gu hesitated, but his reasons were quite frank.

"I am no longer young."

Xu Xuan raised an eyebrow.

Indeed, the older a person gets, the clearer they become about their own capabilities.

When you're young, you might dare to call yourself "concerned about the world," but the more you experience and the more choices you make, the less you dare to be so sure of your own intentions.

In the end, only a dozen or so people sat cross-legged on the stone platform behind the mountain. Besides the three extraordinary individuals and the three outstanding individuals, there were also a few students who refused to admit defeat and some younger instructors.

Seeing that there were quite a few people, Professor Shi didn't say anything.

Instead, they first warmed up with their original piano, playing some pieces to get into the right mindset.

Here is "White Snow," a piece I've poured my heart and soul into.

The last time Shen Shanchang came, they played "White Snow" together, and that time, the harmony between man and nature left a deep impression on Xu Xuan.

This time, Professor Shi's solo performance was even more extraordinary, his spirit soaring once again with the return of the guqin. Or perhaps it was a return to the realm of a great court musician.

The most intelligent person in the world, who authored the "Precious Talisman" in one hundred volumes and whose "Bird Classic" has survived to this day, has returned.

As the melody begins, heaven and earth unite.

When the music of "White Snow" was played, divine beings descended and a violent storm broke out.

First, sixteen black cranes descended upon Nanshan and began to dance, then a violent storm struck, and the area of ​​only a few dozen square meters underwent many changes.

As strange phenomena continued to occur, people kept retreating, unable to withstand the pressure.

From then on, these self-important people understood what it meant to be morally deficient and unable to bear it, and thus they fell seriously ill and died young.

The play "White Snow" ends, and only seven people remain here.

The professor's state of mind had also reached its peak, his eyes filled with an eager impulse.

Replace the piano!

When his fingers gently touched the strings, the strings, which were originally as hard as steel and could not be pulled even by a strong man, softened like spring water under his fingertips, trembled slightly, and emitted a clear and melodious hum.

Xu Xuan's gaze sharpened, and he sighed inwardly, "Truly worthy of being a master of the zither..."

"Zheng——!"

The first note of the zither resonated like a clear spring striking a stone, ethereal and clear, yet carrying an indescribable ancient and imposing aura.

In ancient times, the Yellow Emperor gathered the spirits and gods on Mount Tai in the west. He rode an elephant chariot with six dragons, Bifang in charge, Chiyou in front, the Wind God sweeping, the Rain Master sprinkling the road, tigers and wolves in front, spirits and gods behind, Tengshe lying on the ground, and phoenixes covering the sky. He gathered the spirits and gods in a grand ceremony and composed the "Qingjiao".

In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire back mountain changed.

The wind stopped, the clouds lingered, and even the chirping of insects and the calls of birds abruptly ceased.

It seemed as if only this one melody of the zither remained in the world.

"Qingjiao," the music of the Holy Emperor, begin!
As the music reached its climax, Xu Xuan suddenly noticed that the air around him was becoming cold and damp.

He glanced sideways and saw—

Countless shadowy figures appeared and disappeared amidst the mountain mist!

There were ancient immortals with flowing robes, ferocious ghosts and gods, and ghostly soldiers clad in armor...

They hung in mid-air, stood on treetops, or lay in the grass, all silent, their eyes fixed intently on Professor Shi playing the zither.

Ghosts and spirits will come!

One of the three heroes shivered and whispered, "Master Xu... why do I feel a chill down my spine?" Xu Xuan smiled faintly, "It's nothing, they're just 'listeners'."

Some of these figures are recorded in ancient texts, while others are completely unrecognizable. After all, the world has existed for countless ages, and the number of ghosts and gods that have existed is immeasurable.

This music is not meant to be enjoyed by ordinary people alone!

What is summoned are traces of the past, not real demons or monsters.

The music grew increasingly passionate, and Professor Shi's expression became more solemn, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, clearly indicating that playing this piece had taken a heavy toll on him.

The audience wasn't having an easy time either.

The gazes of the ghosts and gods descending from the void constantly questioned everyone's hearts: What right do you have to listen to this song of ghosts and gods? You may carry the great wishes of all living beings, and you may maintain the order between heaven, humans, demons, and ghosts.

Qian Zhongyu couldn't handle it and was the first to quit.

His eyes dimmed as he watched the others' backs; he had fallen behind.

Next was Ji Rui. Under such interrogation, there was no room for trickery. It was already a great improvement for him to persist until he was the second to withdraw. He withdrew calmly with little regret.

Next was Xie Yu, who was sent away by Xu Xuan using a gentle breeze.

Born into a top family, he was in a state of being both ahead and behind in his mind. He had struggled for a long time and it was not easy for him to get to where he was now. If he continued to stubbornly hold on, he would only hurt himself mentally.

Next is Qiao Feng, who came from humble beginnings and whose life-or-death choices were invaluable lessons. However, after marriage, his personal love gradually grew, making him less resolute than before.

He then clasped his hands in farewell to the remaining people and took his leave.

Ning Caichen lacked willpower and had only managed to hold on until now thanks to Qin Xin's influence. At this moment, he stopped insisting and turned to leave.

At this moment, only Zao Tongxue remained by Xu Xuan's side. After mastering Zhanlu, his state of mind had reached a new level.

Unfortunately, he wasn't born a sword master and still needs further refinement.

Realizing that his heart was not broad enough, he took the initiative to give up.

In the end, only truly virtuous people with a heart for the world remained in place, listening to the music of ghosts and gods.

As the music soared, the "power of blessing" it contained began to surge.

The Emperor's Song can cleanse the mind and spirit and enhance cultivation!
As the music of "Qingjiao" cleansed my mind, the "True Scripture of the Descent of the White Lotus" within my body began to circulate on its own.

This mental cultivation method originally emphasized spiritual perception and enlightenment, and now, surrounded by ghosts and gods and stimulated by the voice of the Holy Emperor, it showed faint signs of a breakthrough.

What surprised Xu Xuan even more was that he saw something he had never noticed before!
The transparent causal threads that were wrapped around him now manifested in the music, turning into phantoms that hung above the ghosts and gods!
King Yu the Great!
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!

Venerable Kasyapa!
The figures of these three were clearly visible, towering above all the other ghosts and gods.

Xu Xuan understood:

The Great Yu King—with his assistance during the New Year's Nuo ritual, traveled across the nine provinces to trace the footsteps of Yu.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva—Guangmu Nu helped him overcome his inner demons in the underworld and bestowed upon the ghosts of the City of the Wrongfully Dead the power of his vows.

Venerable Kasyapa – a friend forged in life and death, those who understand, understand.

However, as his gaze continued to sweep across the room, he encountered even more unexpected "observers."

Guanyin Bodhisattva?
"When did this person first come into contact with me?"

His family belonged to the Pure Land school, and he practiced the Three Sutras and One Treatise day and night, but the Dharma Protector Bodhisattva of the East never manifested.

I had practiced the Heart Sutra superficially, but had not deeply comprehended it, yet Guanyin Bodhisattva manifested before me.

Looking further up, a figure with a blurred silhouette and a carefree Daoist aura appeared and disappeared.

Master Nan Hua!

Xu Xuan was startled.

He had once encountered the Daoist philosophy of Zhuangzi's butterfly dream, and even used its Daoist principles to break through illusions, but he never expected that this great master who lived a carefree life would also pay attention to him.

What surprised him most was the magnificent figure standing in the starry sky—the Old Mother of Lishan!

Or perhaps, it is the Primordial Mother of the Central Heavenly Brahma Qi!

This ancient deity was Bai Suzhen's master and a legendary supreme being who controlled the stars.

"But what is the connection between her and me?"

Xu Xuan thought about it carefully, but he had no clue.

Could it be because of the love tribulation between Miss Bai and me? Is this a visit from the bride's family to see if the young man is handsome?

If it ends here, that would be good. The resources brought by the song of the gods and spirits can be added to one's own foundation.

The more you can hold in your heart, the stronger your mental cultivation will become.

However, several more indistinct figures appeared in the sky above the ghosts and gods, constantly evolving, and could be felt as vast and boundless from the Daoist aura alone.

There is a rampant, domineering aura. There are countless variations, and an unpredictable, demonic heart. And more...
Xu Xuan felt a chill run down his spine; when had he provoked so many malicious people?
Okay, there are a few that I can barely guess.

For example, the Sixth Heaven Demon King, the Lord of Yin Mountain, etc.
Just then, six dragons pulling an elephant chariot blocked the view of these demons and monsters, and a majestic figure emerged from them.

His face was obscured, but his eyes were fixed on Xu Xuan below.

"You're fine."

The voice of approval does not come from heaven, but from one's own bloodline.

"Zheng——!"

(End of this chapter)