Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 834 I Am the Wind and Rain

Leifeng Pagoda is a very interesting Buddhist pagoda.

It has stood on the shore of West Lake for a century, but it seems to be under a spell of oblivion. Pleasure boats and painted barges never stop here, and it is rarely mentioned in the poems of literati.

Even the most curious students would unconsciously take a detour when they came here.

Zhang Si rubbed the goosebumps on his arms.

As a newly hired night watchman, he had been patrolling with Old Li for half a month, and every time he passed Leifeng Pagoda, he felt a chill down his neck.

Old Li always said that this was "a pure Buddhist place with strong yang energy, and only those with guilty consciences would feel the coldness."

But tonight... "Huh?"

Zhang Si suddenly stopped in his tracks, almost dropping the gong. He rubbed his eyes and then pinched himself hard.

Leifeng Pagoda... gone?!
It wasn't obscured by clouds or dimmed lights; it had vanished completely. Where the tower's foundation once stood, only a hazy moonlight remained, not even a trace of bricks or stones remained.

How could such a large seven-story pagoda disappear?

Immediately, the many bizarre events that had occurred in Qiantang over the past three years came to mind, including thunder in broad daylight, a dragon appearing in West Lake, ghostly cries at midnight, the sealing of Lingyin Temple, and the entry of the Five Poisons into the city, among others.
In an instant, a cold sweat broke out on my skin.

Leifeng Pagoda has vanished?!
Whether it was because he was startled into thinking quickly or because he was lucky, he actually managed to come up with a name for the event at this moment. No wonder he's a man who's only one step away from becoming Zhang San.

Zhang Si, who was just about to make a scene and run away, suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, everything went blurry before my eyes.

As if someone had lifted an invisible veil, the seven-story pagoda appeared out of thin air under the moonlight.

The top of the tower still shone with an eerie golden light, outlining a clear silhouette in the night. The wind chimes on each eave were moving automatically without any wind, tinkling softly.

"This this."

Zhang Si stood frozen in place, holding the gong, cold sweat dripping from his chin onto the bluestone slab.

The place that was just moments ago completely empty now stands majestically with the three gilded characters "Leifeng Pagoda" clearly visible on its body—as if it had never disappeared.

"What the hell?" He pinched his thigh hard, wincing in pain. "Am I seeing things? Am I just scaring myself?"

As if waking from a dream, Zhang Si scrambled away from the scene. The gong clanged and rattled on the bluestone road.

The next morning, the story of "Leifeng Pagoda Appearing at Night" spread throughout the teahouses of Qiantang.

Meanwhile, Xu Xuan, inside the tower, was completely unaware that he had gained yet another little story, still pondering what had just happened.

"This tower is spiritual."

Come to think of it, as the place where the White Lotus Holy Father secluded himself, this tower was no longer an ordinary brick and stone building.

Its main focus is on security.

They were very close to Lady White Snake and Lord Yu; any evil spirit that came near would be courting death.

He also enshrined the Ksitigarbha Sutra, the Three Schools and One Treatise of Pure Land Buddhism, the Heart Sutra of Avalokitesvara, and many other treasures, not to mention that he had secretly modified them.

Therefore, they become increasingly extraordinary, making it difficult for them not to be spiritually connected.

Xu Xuan put his mind at ease and continued drinking his medicine.

For the past ten days or so, his consciousness has been like being submerged in lukewarm water, sometimes sinking and sometimes floating, until today when he has finally become fully conscious.

While a strong physical body may make one invincible, the recovery process after each serious injury is nothing short of agonizing.

This body, which has long transcended the mortal realm, is now like a bottomless pit, greedily devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The immortal skin and jade bones reshaped by the Antarctic Immortal Herb, and the jade marrow and rainbow essence tempered by the fortune of the human race—these extraordinary qualities, while granting him immense power, also cause the cost of restoration to increase exponentially.

The saying "the human body is a microcosm" is not without merit.

After embarking on cultivation, Xu Xuan began to transcend the basic standards of human beings, and his physical body evolved multiple times, with his cells generating and consuming energy not only through the production and consumption of ATP.

Therefore, the lack of material resources is also an astronomical figure.

The thought alone would drive most people to despair. But this was merely the most insignificant trouble for the Father.

Even more troublesome are those "impurities" embedded deep within the soul.

Xu Xuan closed his eyes and looked inward, only to see countless brilliant yet dangerous fragments of Dao principles floating in his sea of ​​consciousness—the secret realm origins splashed out when Yunmengze collapsed.

They are as dazzling as stars, yet they possess a deadly repulsive quality, constantly colliding violently with the white lotus image.

The most insidious of all are the wisps of black energy that entwine around the primordial spirit.

"The curse of Yunmeng?"

He seemed to hear again the mournful howls of countless demon souls when the secret realm collapsed that day.

These resentments are more viscous than the sediment at the bottom of Dongting Lake, and even burning them with the Red Lotus Karmic Fire can only temporarily suppress them.

The reason why the Dragon Lord of the Yangtze River stopped Xu Xuan from lighting incense so quickly was because the source of karma on this guy's head had grown even larger.

While it was exhilarating to kill Yun Zhongjun, the price was nearly mutual destruction.

Yunmeng's will to survive is no less than Dongting's resentment; after being shattered by the vacuum of their homeland, the person they hate the most must be the Holy Father.

"Alas, whether they know me or condemn me, only history will tell."

Xu Xuan made a perfunctory bow to the air, as if offering incense to Yun Mengze.

It's not that I feel guilty, but that this matter isn't over yet.

Then, pinching his nose, he picked up the bowl of medicine emitting eerie purple smoke with a death-defying air.

suck-

"Hiss~~~~"

The moment the medicine entered his mouth, his entire face contorted into an abstract painting. The taste was like throwing stinky tofu, canned herring, and coptis juice into an alchemical furnace, then adding two ounces of arsenic for flavoring.

"This medicine really doesn't taste good."

The swear word that almost slipped out swirled on the tip of his tongue three times before he was forced to swallow it back.

The dignified head of Baoan Hall, the renowned physician known in the medical world as "unpredictable," was almost driven to the brink of collapse by a bowl of herbal soup.

huh~~~
It is said that the disciples of Lishan not only knew how to harmonize Kan and Li, subdue dragons and tigers and refine elixirs, but also had some knowledge of the art of making medicinal soups.

It really does have a bit of a Big Bang feel to it; the way of the stars in medicine is truly powerful.

For the past two weeks, Bai Suzhen has been cooking up some strange and unusual things and sending them over every day. The taste is indescribable.

If you don't know how to decoct medicine, then don't do it. Do you dislike me and want to poison me?

But to be fair, the treatment is really effective.

The Dao principles that were intertwined within his body were instantly shattered by the meteor, and many remnants were melted into nothingness by the power of the Great Sun.

The skin, which was originally covered in cracks, has mostly healed and no longer looks like a piece of porcelain that might break at any moment.

The healing process was truly agonizing; each time I took the medicine, it felt like I was going through a trial by fire.

"The rest of the wounds..." He looked down at the spiderweb-like cracks on his chest that hadn't yet faded, "Let's leave it to fate."

Having been in the tower for more than half a month, Xu Xuan was preparing to leave the mountain again.

Pushing open the tower door, which had been sealed for half a month, moonlight poured down on him like water, and he was still dressed in his blue robe.

After stretching my muscles and bones, my joints made a crisp popping sound, and the pain was within a tolerable range, so there was no problem.

The storm from the outside world has reached Qiantang, and now someone is needed to take charge of the overall situation.

Storm is coming?

No, I am the wind and rain.

(End of this chapter)