Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 746 Justice Strikes
This custom has a long history. From primitive society to the early historical period, "drumming, music, singing and dancing" has always been an important means of communication between the human and divine realms.

The birthday of the gods can be celebrated almost throughout the year, and the theatrical performances performed to appease the gods often last for more than one day.

In wealthy and powerful families, or in towns and counties, these events are held whenever there is a happy occasion or a funeral.

What role did you play in your life?

Mulian saves his mother.

A popular Buddhist song, a short story that was introduced during the Eastern Han Dynasty.

It tells the story of Maudgalyayana, a disciple of the Buddha, saving his deceased mother from hell, and also touches on the origin of the important festival, the Ullambana Festival.

Maudgalyayana's mother, Lady Qingti, was very wealthy, but she was stingy and greedy. She slaughtered livestock and lavishly cooked and ate them, showing no thought for her son and never doing good deeds. After death, she was instantly reborn in the realm of hungry ghosts due to her karma.

After attaining enlightenment, the Venerable Maudgalyayana used his supernatural powers to see his mother suffering various kinds of pain. So he used his supernatural powers to bring food to his mother, but as soon as the food entered her mouth, it turned into burning coals.

Having exhausted all options and filled with deep sorrow, they prayed to the Buddha.

The Buddha instructed Maudgalyayana to hold the Ullambana Festival on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, so that he could use the power of monks from all directions to feed his mother. Maudgalyayana followed the Buddha's instructions, and thus the Buddhist story of setting up the Ullambana Festival on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month to offer alms to monks from all directions in order to help the deceased be reborn in a better realm came into being.

Mulian's mother was able to eat her fill and be reborn as a human, but was reborn as a dog. Mulian then recited scriptures for seven days and seven nights, which enabled his mother to be freed from her dog form and enter heaven.

When Xu Xuan read this story, he was still impressed by the methods by which Buddhism was spread.

It incorporates filial piety, which is highly valued in China, and also highlights the Buddha's abilities.

The combination of the two resulted in a derivative of mainstream cultural thought.

From the emperor to the common people.

Who wouldn't want their child to be so filial and capable? And who wouldn't hope that the power of Buddhism is as vast and boundless as in the story, enabling them to escape the sea of ​​suffering and reach paradise?

The Father felt that he could also imitate this story and create his own content to spread.

The power of culture lies in its subtle and pervasive influence.

Let's return to You Feng's tragic experience.

Being struck by lightning while performing opera is not a good thing. Unless you are blasphemous, there is no way that divine lightning will strike from the sky.

Or it could be man-made, like a Yin-Yang Dharma King who likes to collect Yang Souls.

They're quite bold, doing this while trying to thank the Buddha.

However, it was precisely because You Feng was singing "Mulian Saves His Mother" that her costume was imbued with the power of Buddhist vows, which gave her a glimmer of hope after her death, and even allowed her to lead Wang Shusheng out of the Yin-Yang realm and across the Naihe River.

Although the immortals and Buddhas have vanished, their power still lingers in the human world.

The crowd sat around the examination hall, the flickering candlelight illuminating several faces with different expressions.

"The intelligence is complete, next step—"

With a flick of his finger, Xu Xuan conjured a map from the Yin energy, and the location of Jambudvipa (the southern continent) glowed faintly.

"Let's go to Jambudvipa first."

The reason is quite good: the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm is currently wandering in that area, and the entrance to the Avici Hell is also there.

Kill two birds with one stone!
Xu Xuan's main task this time was to quickly bring his senior brother, who had been offline for a long time, back online.

Three years ago, I only offended Judge Lu, who had fallen from his position as a Yin God. Three years later, the things I've offended are so numerous that even Lady Bai is struggling to handle them all by herself.

We must ask for help.

Thus, the Underworld Justice Team was immediately formed.

Team leader: Xu Xuan (also the chief con artist)

Deputy Captain: Xiao Qing (also in the Violence Enforcement Team)
Investigator/Thug: Qi Licha (Top-notch Worker)

Driver: Old Zhang (a background character with very little screen time)
Leading the way: You Feng (a crazy, love-struck female ghost) & Wang Shunsheng (a trembling, unlucky guy)
Considering the perilous journey, the underlings of the Examination Bureau were ordered to stay behind.

The first thing Captain Xu wanted to do was to lead everyone into the Ksitigarbha Hall to burn incense.

"As the saying goes, sharpening your axe won't delay your woodcutting, you know?"

With a tap of the jade pot, several streaks of light flew out and landed before my eyes.

The rosewood table unfolded automatically; the bronze incense burner landed steadily; and the offerings were even arranged in the shape of a lotus flower.

Each person lit three incense sticks and followed Xu Xuan to begin bowing. Above them was still the image of Ksitigarbha Buddha.

His face was kind, and his eyes revealed endless compassion and wisdom.

Below him was no longer a grief-stricken demonic monk from the underworld, but a composed regular visitor to hell.

The same compassion and wisdom were revealed in Xu's eyes.

The gaze between the Buddha and the person is both kind and warm.

"Boss, you know me, Xu."

"He's not a monk who likes to show his face in public, but there are some things he just can't tolerate anymore."

"For the peace of the underworld, for the tranquility of the souls, someone always has to stand up."

The Father's opening was powerful, while the Cilics behind him, with his head bowed, appeared trembling with fear.

Lord Heavenly Demon King, how dare you speak such nonsense in front of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? Although this is your true nature, it is far too dangerous.

Xiaoqing, however, had bright eyes and felt that the scholar and monk were right.

That's what our Baoan Hall is all about—fighting for justice.

Everyone else might misunderstand you as a bad person, but I won't.

Zhang Hua, whose storyline is minimal: +1.
The poor couple kneeling behind them were deeply moved; what kind people they were.

Xu Xuan ignored what the demons and monsters behind him were thinking and continued his impassioned speech.

"That Yin-Yang Dharma King is no benevolent being! He snatches souls like cutting grass and tears apart marriages like ripping a fan. He drives away Yin soldiers and steals Yang energy, causing couples to be separated and ghosts to wail. He truly is 'a man who has no concept of life or death under the judge's pen and disrupts the moral order in the Yama's palace,' deserving to be punished by heaven and earth!"

"As for that Black Mountain Demon, he is an old monster who has been lying dormant for many years, but now he has made a comeback. 'Dark clouds press down on the city, threatening to crush it; where the demonic wind passes, rivers of blood flow.' This fellow's ambition is boundless; he wants to overturn rivers and seas and wreak havoc on the world. He is truly a demon king who disrupts the world; only by eliminating him can the anger of the people be appeased!"

"Fortunately, there is the wrathful Vajra Master Fahai of Jinshan, and the compassionate Arhat. They vow to 'sweep away all evil influences and restore peace to the world!' Indeed—"

"The devil may be one foot tall, but the righteous will be ten feet tall."

"Let them be demons and monsters, they will all be brought to justice!"

Xu Xuan rambled on for a long time, trying to use the guise of a Buddha to do evil deeds.

They even dragged out the bewildered You Feng and Wang Shunsheng, making them recount their tragic experiences again.

"Cry, cry!"

"Tell Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva about any grievances you may have, and the Bodhisattva will help you."

Master Fahai began to claim himself as the true successor of the Ksitigarbha lineage, hoping to use the suffering of this couple to add weight to his argument.

You Feng repeated himself again and again, while Wang Shunsheng, whether unable to bear the injustice or not, truly opened his heart and cried bitterly.

She recounted her pain and regret like a broken record.

Of course, the most common advice is that you shouldn't get instantly attracted to a young woman you see in the wild.
The red costume on You Feng's body deepened in color, and so did the depth of his affection.

Unfortunately, time did not stand still until the very end, and Guangmu's shadow never reappeared.

It was a bit of a disappointment, but the team still set off.

“Remember, our goal is!” Xu Xuan began.

"I will not become a Buddha until hell is emptied!" *6
Ok?
Never mind, whatever.

I just feel that this slogan has a strangely menacing vibe.

First stop, the Sixth Prison.

Stay true to our original aspiration and start by developing Montenegro.

Before the Black Mountain Demon landed, they vigorously promoted the Black Mountain threat theory and relentlessly exaggerated the horror of the Netherworld Cult Master's inheritance.

The story begins with the return after ninety-nine days, the restoration of the Sixth Prison Lord's position in nine days, and the unification of Beiyin Mountain in nine hours.

Then, we will focus our attacks on Baodu Mountain, Luofu Mountain, and Taozhi Mountain, which are places where Xu Xuan has not caused trouble.

Let's see if we can kill a few ghost kings and plunge the underworld into darkness and terror.

The Holy Father has a comprehensive plan to smear Montenegro; that's professionalism!
(End of this chapter)