Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 753 As always
"Hey! What's wrong with you?"

Xiaoqing waved her hand in front of Xu Xuan's eyes, her fingers opening and closing like a restless cat's paw.

Seeing that the other person's eyes were still unfocused, with shattered Buddhist light reflected in their pupils, her eyebrows gradually furrowed into a knot.

"Could it be that he's been bewitched by that damned Buddhist scripture..."

She muttered something, a faint blue light emanating from her fingertips, and mimicked Master Mao's gesture as she drew an exorcising talisman in front of Xu Xuan's nose.

The talisman ignited and then went out.

"Tsk!"

Xiaoqing's patience finally ran out.

She took a half step back, her right arm muscles tensed, and her sleeve moved without wind—she was gathering strength!
It's a bold idea, but if it can awaken the other person, I'd be willing to be so happy I could take off.

Silently praying: Xu Xuan, help me!
Visualize the Holy Father, then strike with your palm—this is a sudden, powerful blow to the head. (Xiao Qing version!)
"Snapped!"

A crisp slap rang out, but it didn't land on Xu Xuan's face.

Her wrist was firmly clamped.

"What a vicious little monster." Xu Xuan narrowed his eyes, golden light swirling within them, showing no sign of being lost in thought. "So you're rebelling against the Heavenly Gang, aren't you?"

After saying that, he lightly flicked her brow with his fingertip, and his soul entered her.

"Ugh!"

Xiaoqing crouched down, clutching her head, wincing in pain but still stubbornly raising her head: "I... I was just worried about you! Who knows if you've been corrupted by the obsessions of this place!" She added, baring her sharp teeth, "The escape route some people have arranged is a living hell... What kind of good person would plan something like that?!"

Before she could finish speaking, Xu Xuan flicked her forehead again.

This time the force was even more skillful, making her head buzz and her vision explode with stars.

This is the advanced application of the Great Vajra's divine power, striking both the physical body and the mind.

Xu Xuan dusted off non-existent dust from his body, and the Ksitigarbha Sutra that had slipped out of his sleeve had returned to its ordinary sutra form.

And you know what? My mood instantly calmed down after defeating the little monster.

So she said gently:
"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

This answer was clearly unsatisfactory, and Xiaoqing, who never learns from her mistakes, came up again and said that everyone else was on guard outside, so just tell me what happened.

As her longtime partner, she knew this guy too well—the scholar-monk was usually either joking around or scheming against people; when would he ever be lost in thought?

Unless... something truly terrible just happened!
Xu Xuan's heart was indeed churning with turbulent emotions.

The majesty of Yama, the sighs of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the illusion of a collapsing Buddhist temple... these images swirled in his mind like a tangled mess, yet vaguely pointed to a truth he was temporarily unwilling to delve into.

“Let me tell you… let me tell you what…” He sighed, then his tone suddenly changed, and a familiar wicked smile appeared on his lips. “Then let me tell you.”

He originally didn't want to share these troubles, but some joys—if you don't show them off, wouldn't it be like wearing fine clothes in the dark?
So he cleared his throat, adopted a storyteller's posture, and recounted ninety percent of the plot he had just witnessed, omitting only the Bodhisattva's profound final words—"The power of vows must be repaid."

It was emphasized that:

"Thus have I heard. At one time, Yama, the King of Hell, asked the Buddha..."

He embellished the Buddhist scriptures with his own words, even adding his own exaggerated description of his position at the time—second only to Yama, the King of Hell, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!

Of course, he was referring to the floating position, not the grid.

After all, in an era where immortals and Buddhas have vanished, being able to see the shadow of Ksitigarbha in person is already the pinnacle of life; and to witness the Ksitigarbha Dharma Assembly, or even hear the World-Honored One's voice transmitted across realms—if this were to spread, even the old monks of the Pure Land School would be green with envy!
Xiaoqing's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean—" she suddenly grabbed Xu Xuan's sleeve, her voice low but unable to hide her excitement, "that you, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and Yama, the King of Hell, heard the Buddha's decree together?! And you even received the Buddha's favor?!"

Xu Xuan's eyes also widened.

Which ear did you hear that with?!

He clearly said he "crashed" the Dharma assembly, so how did she make it sound like he was on equal footing with the two big shots, and even received special treatment from the Buddha?!
This is even more outrageous than he boasted!
"They're the ones listening, I'm just rummaging through my past memories!" he couldn't help but correct me. "Your ability to summarize is as consistently excellent as ever."

Xiaoqing blinked, looking completely innocent: "Is there a difference?"

Xu Xuan: "..."

What a big difference!

But looking at her "you must be really good anyway" expression, he suddenly felt... there was no need to explain too clearly.

He then coughed lightly, adopting a mysterious demeanor, and went along with it, saying, "That's right, you understand it quite well, but—" He put a finger to his lips and lowered his voice, "Don't tell anyone else."

Xiaoqing nodded vigorously, her eyes shining with "I understand, I understand".

Xu Xuan withdrew his hand with satisfaction, thinking to himself: My face is as fair as a fairy's skin and bones!

What's a little exaggeration?
Anyway, he wasn't lying, it's just... the little monster's own interpretation.

"Have you figured out what the Bodhisattva wants you to do?" Xiaoqing seized on the key point again, her eyes shining like a snake eyeing its prey.

Xu Xuan had actually figured it out a little, but he didn't dare to think about it further.

This burden is too heavy for him; he'd rather play dumb.

So he adopted the air of a high-ranking monk and used the most official language to brush it off, saying, "It's probably about spreading Buddhist teachings. You know, that's how we Buddhists help all sentient beings..."

Little Green King stomped his foot, and the blue brick floor cracked open with a "crack".

"You're usually so clever, with a mind full of all sorts of tricks up your sleeve, how come you can't see things clearly now?" she said, exasperated. "The Bodhisattva must want you to clean up this place properly!"

puff--

Xu Xuan almost choked on his own saliva.

"How could you think that?" The Holy Father was taken aback and stared at her with wide eyes—was this guy really wise in disguise?

Xiaoqing, on the other hand, looked completely at ease and counted on her fingers: "We've taken care of wherever we go. We've taken care of Qiantang, Jianye, Xin'an County, Donghai County, Yunmengze, and even the Sixth Great Prison. What's wrong with taking care of Nanyanfuti now? It's not like we're missing out on anything else."

...That's a really simple idea.

Xu Xuan was speechless, briefly entering a state of emotional turmoil.

Even the little monsters have hinted at some of the truth, how could I not know?

He sighed, then suddenly wanted to probe her thoughts again: "So what do you think... we should do?"

Without hesitation, Xiaoqing's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and she even made a fist-clenching motion: "Of course, we'll kill them!"

She was clearly a bit carried away; the past few days of walking had filled her with resentment.

Chased by ghosts and consumed by obsession, this wretched place should have been plowed up long ago.

(End of this chapter)