Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 736 The Black Mountain Lord Said

It's as if you can see a group of monsters that are neither human nor inhuman reveling, completely succumbing to evil under the Demon King's leadership.

That desire was so intense, carrying an evil and demonic nature to the extreme, that it was almost comparable to the Buddhist methods of salvation.

"A terrible thing happened here."

"It's very likely that the great demon of the mortal realm made his move."

In high spirits, I set off for the back mountain, where I could feel an even more special atmosphere.

only……

"Amitabha, please wait a moment, benefactor."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King paused, a sudden gust of cold wind rising behind him. He slowly turned around and saw a white-robed monk standing before the dilapidated screen wall of the county government office.

The man had exquisite features and held a string of jade-like prayer beads in his hand. His monk's robe was spotless, making him seem out of place in this filthy and malevolent place.

A smile played on his lips, but his eyes were as dark and lifeless as an abyss. He was surrounded by a chilling "purity"—not transcendence, but a purity that came from refining all evil thoughts to their extreme.

"Amitabha." The white-robed monk clasped his hands and chanted softly, the prayer beads clinking together to produce a metallic sound.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King's pupils contracted slightly.

He had walked between the realms of Yin and Yang for a thousand years, and had seen notorious ghost kings and high monks who had fallen into demonic ways, but he had never seen such a contradictory being.

Every inch of this monk's skin and flesh exuded the fragrance of sandalwood, yet the demonic nature emanating from his bones was even purer than that of the deepest demon in the eighteenth level of hell!

"Bald monk!" the Dharma King sneered, secretly beginning to gather the magical power hidden within his inner vision, ready to unleash it.

"I'm very curious—how did you get in?"

He emphasized the word "come in." Guo Bei's restrictions were strict. If he hadn't used Wang Shusheng's naturally balanced yin and yang body as a trick, a kind of resurrection to fit into this small world, even the overlord of the underworld would have had to go through some trouble.

And this monk...

The white-robed monk chuckled lightly, then suddenly raised his finger to the sky.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King raised an eyebrow slightly—the sky was clearly empty, so where did this "gap" come from?
The monk's pretentious manner reminded him of those charlatan Taoist priests in the human world.

"This humble monk also came in." The white-robed monk still smiled gently, picking up a withered blade of grass with his fingertips. "The mind is unmoved, like grass, trees, bamboo, and rocks." "A withered blade of grass has simply flown into the north of the city."

The withered grass drifted down with the wind, and the moment it touched the ground, it took root and sprouted, growing in the blink of an eye into a lush and vibrant plant—a striking sight in the lifeless city of Guo Bei.

What a brilliant illusion technique! It captures some of the essence of the Illusion Sect.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King remained expressionless.

Guo Bei, the Demon Monk, could it be that he has completed his mission?
They found the true culprit who had abducted dozens of ghost kings and disrupted the underworld: the great demon of the human realm.

With that in mind, I decided to test the waters.

He straightened his clothes and revealed a gentle, scholarly smile: "My name is Wang Shunsheng. May I ask how you are addressed, Master?"

The name "Wang Shunsheng" is indeed real, and his destiny and karma perfectly match this physical body.

Even if the other party uses Buddhist telepathy or Taoist divination methods, they will absolutely not be able to see through the flaws.

As for proactively revealing one's real name... this counterintuitive approach is actually the easiest way to lower people's guard.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King is quite cunning.

The white-robed monk seemed somewhat surprised, scrutinized him for a few moments, and then smiled even more kindly: "So it is Benefactor Wang."

An eerie silence fell over the scene.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King waited for a long time before he realized that this bald monk had so easily skipped the self-introduction!

"..."

His eye twitched slightly, and he cursed inwardly: This monk is shameless!
My carefully crafted scheme of "gaining trust by using my real name" turned out to be like punching cotton. What's even more infuriating is that the other party acted as if it were perfectly natural, as if "I ask, you answer" was the only right thing to do.

Xu Xuan smiled and let the other person look at him with a shocked expression.

Just kidding, the enemy is the overlord of the underworld, and it seems they have a wide range of methods. Honestly, I don't dare say anything, and there's no point in talking nonsense, so I'll just keep quiet.

Ignoring the interaction in the previous segment, they directly cued the next part of the process.

"Benefactor Wang, why have you come to Guo Bei City?" the white-robed monk asked with a smile, completely ignoring the awkwardness that had just occurred.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King took a deep breath and suddenly felt bored—why should he, the dignified overlord of the underworld, play these roundabout games with a wild monk?

No more pretending.

"I have come to find the demon who is disturbing the underworld. Have you seen him, monk?"

"I've seen it."

Xu Xuan was incredibly sincere, then gestured with his hand, indicating that they should talk as they walked.

?

The Yin-Yang Dharma King was speechless. "Are we that close? You just leave like that? And you didn't even give your real name, yet you're so candid about this question. How strange."

However, he still followed out of curiosity, as he was quite interested in this monk.

On the way, Xu Xuan began to make up stories about Guo Bei's past, mainly about the changes in the old locust tree outside the city.

The moment the Yin-Yang Dharma King followed the white-robed monk out of the gates of Guo Bei City, their auras surged simultaneously—

There are no restrictions outside the city; I can roam freely across the land!
They both smiled at the same time.

The higher a cultivator's level of cultivation, the more constraints they face. This is the way of Heaven balancing things out and protecting the world.

Upon arriving at the barren mountain that had been leveled, Xu Xuan looked at the lush green forest with some emotion.

There are many people buried on this mountain. After three years, the vegetation has broken through the original limitations.

All traces of the sword-stealing duo were covered up, leaving only the ruins of Lanruo.

"Now can you tell me about that demon's origins?"

The Yin-Yang Dharma King felt he could reveal his true form to intimidate this unknown demonic monk.

His voice suddenly became layered, as if a thousand dead souls were speaking at once, "Do you really think I'm here to listen to your stories?"

The three-foot-wide space suddenly transformed into a purgatory of yin and yang!

The terrifying power of the mind shook the surroundings. There were wailing souls whose tendons had been ripped out and whose skins had been peeled off, people whose families had been wiped out by the plague were struggling, and even a few underworld officials could be seen hugging broken chains and weeping...

The mere leakage of breath caused countless hallucinations.

Xu Xuan, on the other hand, looked at him as if to say, "You're so amazing, please stop using your supernatural powers."

“Your Majesty, you need not do this.”

The Yin-Yang Dharma King was shocked. This guy actually knew his true identity?
"That's what Lord Heishan told me."

The massive mountain range that was moving in the open sea trembled, as if it sensed that it was about to be in trouble again.

Strange, I have not yet returned to Hell.

Could it be... that monk?!
The hollows pierced by the divine light of the sun's fire around him emitted a mournful sound, a lament of grief and resentment.

"When I return to hell, I will kill every single monk!!!"

With fire burning in his heart, his magical power surged forth, unleashing a storm that triggered a terrifying natural disaster at sea.

This attracted strange creatures from the outer sea, and Black Mountain's premonition was correct.

It's unlucky again.

Xu Xuan from the mortal realm, on the other hand, felt no remorse for lying and made up a bunch of nonsense when he opened his mouth to the Yin-Yang Dharma King.

"Do you know that there used to be a mountain here, and on the mountain there was a temple, and in the temple there was a locust tree demon?"

"This is precisely the point where Lord Black Mountain invaded the human world."

"I was favored by General Jiao Guiying and joined the Black Mountain Army. I received a reward from the master and have been staying in the human world ever since to promote Guo Beicheng's reversal of yin and yang."

He briefly explained his identity and the reason for hiding in the vicinity.

They also displayed identification documents, such as the Black Mountain Army token, which was made from stones polished from the Black Mountain itself and was imbued with the pure Black Mountain aura.

Currently, the only ones in the entire Three Realms who can do this are Black Mountain and Xu Xuan, since Black Mountain Army and the City of the Dead have both disappeared, and only the murderer can produce evidence.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King, however, had even more questions.

Even if Montenegro had already gone overseas, it should still be unaware of its own identity.

Xu Xuan began to explain: "My master has already obtained the inheritance of the Netherworld Sect Master and foresaw that distinguished guests would be visiting Lanruo Temple."

"Impossible!" The Dharma King's mood instantly soured, after all... "The restrictions on Mount Wojiao..."

On second thought, it's possible. Many minor underworld gods' residences have been breached, numerous famous cities have been divided up, the eighteen levels of hell each have their own masters, and even the dojos of the Five Ghost Emperors have been occupied by their subordinate ghost kings.

The times have changed.

There is a slight chance that the legacy of a powerful figure like the Lord of the Underworld will be passed down.

It's not like it's a lineage of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva or Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun, so after the initial shock, it's still acceptable.

“My family said…” Xu Xuan suddenly took another step forward, and the phantom of Black Mountain appeared beneath his feet.

"The Lord of the Underworld left behind a prophecy of the decline of Tao and the rise of Demons, foretelling a great calamity that will sweep across the human world and may even engulf all living beings in the Three Realms."

"In order to protect the underworld, we must unite to overcome the calamity."

"Why not join forces with Your Majesty to sweep through the eighteen levels of hell and suppress the five directional temples?"

"Only in this way can the underworld be made great again!!!"

(End of this chapter)