Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 945 Top Performance
High-ranking monks of the Pure Land School have their own methods of guiding and converting people, while Zen Master Fahai has his own methods.

He took off half of his clothes, revealing his powerful physique.

Although there are no dragon or tiger tattoos, a captivating power is gathering.

He slowly raised his hand, but instead of the compassionate gesture of holding up a flower, his fingertips were drawn back one by one, revealing a fist with a radiant, almost imperceptible Buddhist light.

It even faintly roared with the power of a dragon and an elephant, carrying an undeniable and domineering will to "exorcise" it!

The incredibly powerful and imposing Master Fahai is putting his Dharma name into practice.

"You are all stubbornly deluded and trapped in the sea of ​​suffering. Today, this humble monk will help you... to ascend to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!"

After he finished speaking, the vast Buddha light did not fall gently, but swept over the thousands of howling vengeful spirits and evil energy like a monstrous wave, with incomparable dominance!

Deification can sometimes be very physical.

town!
He gave a low shout in his heart, and his aura changed instantly.

Om-!
A dazzling, pure land-like Buddhist light erupted from his body, burning as intensely as the great sun in a furnace!
The vast and pure power of Buddha cleansed all directions.

In an instant, a small, exquisitely crafted golden statue suddenly appeared behind him. Though not tall, it exuded an unparalleled majesty that suppressed all evil and penetrated the netherworld.

Under the golden light, the eerie, swaying, blood-red poppy field seemed to be thrown into molten lava, violently churning and emitting a hissing moan.

The dense, oppressive aura of resentment was gradually dissipated by the pure Buddhist light!

Three years later, Xu Xuan truly achieved the level of invulnerability to all laws, but the path he chose was somewhat different from that of his senior brother.

Pure Buddhist principles are certainly insufficient, but there are many opportunities and favorable conditions that can be added.

Within the Dharma form, one can see the radiant skin and jade bones of an immortal being, and the blood and energy of a human being coiling and rising like a red dragon, indicating that it is not an illusory Dharma body, but a physical Buddha-fruit with a high degree of unity of essence, energy and spirit!
Subduing all demons, devouring evil karma, severing demonic obstacles, and taming heretics—this is the supreme Vajra, which commands all heretical and evil spirits!
boom!
Xu Xuan slowly extended a palm, synchronized with the movement of his Dharma form.

This palm strike was not the purely violent fist imprint that had previously caused the void to distort and matter to collapse.

When striking with the palm, one should place even greater emphasis on "method" and "measure".

It contains the supreme power to move Mount Sumeru, and is also entwined with the Pure Land Law that is in charge of "eliminating demonic obstacles"!
The palm strike passed silently, yet was unstoppable.

The resentment, malevolent energy, and murderous intent that filled the heavens and earth instantly melted and disintegrated upon touching the pure and brilliant Buddha-light palm wind, turning into nothingness and fragments!
Wherever it passed, the eerie petals withered and died, and the fierce scene that was about to recreate the bloody battle at Gaixia was forcibly erased by this tyrannical and pure power.

The thousands of soldiers' spirits had barely climbed halfway when they roared as they were forced back underground, and the restless earth returned to silence.

Even Venerable Kasyapa would nod in satisfaction if he saw this scene.

Okay, you've learned very well.

You, this external demon, have also learned a bit of the essence of Zen.

At the end of the palm strike, only a peaceful land purified by the Buddha's light remained on the ground, as if the carnage just now was merely an illusion, and only the human world remained unchanged.

As for the blurry red figure formed from the resentment of countless remnant souls, it was already firmly pressed to the ground by the residual force of this palm strike from a distance!

The five rays of Buddha light manifested as five fingers, firmly pinning it to the spot.

No matter how fiercely it bared its teeth and claws, or how unwilling and resentful it roared, it could not move at all, as if it were suppressed by an invisible mountain.

This is Pinduoduo. Wuzhishan!
"Quiet down." Xu Xuan's voice was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable authority. "Don't make a scene. I'll deal with you last."

Because at this point, the battle has only just begun.

Xu Xuan never leaves anyone alive when he strikes... no, perhaps more accurately, he leaves no room for maneuver. There is no room for error. Anyway, that's roughly the idea.

His gaze had already turned to the deeper ley lines of the earth, where the true core of this "transformation" lay.

He sat cross-legged in the void, his posture as steady as a mountain.

With palm facing inward, right hand hanging down, golden fingertips gently touch the land below, soaked in blood and resentment.

Form the meditation mudra! Form the earth-touching mudra!
Om-!
The moment the fingertips touched the ground, it was as if a drop of pure golden nectar had fallen into the surface of an endless dark lake.

Centered on that point, brilliant yet gentle golden ripples suddenly spread outwards, like water ripples, yet with unparalleled penetrating power, radiating outwards in a perfect pattern, silently spreading rapidly in all directions, instantly covering every corner of the entire ancient battlefield of Gaixia!
If a practitioner can use their spiritual perception to see into the underground, they will witness an incredibly terrifying yet sacred scene.

Countless fine and intricate golden veins, like a neural network, are frantically traversing, splitting, and spreading deep within the earth at an alarming speed!
They precisely capture the malevolent aura of each wronged soul that has just been thrown back into the earth and is still howling and struggling, like the most precise fishing net, piercing, entangling, and wrapping them one by one.

Those ferocious Chu army warriors, now unable to move, became one "fruit" after another on this huge golden network.

The Buddha's teachings are solemn, yet at this moment they are being manipulated in a way that is almost demonic. Perhaps that's understandable.

Despite the glares from his stone-spirited subordinates, the person still managed to put on a facade.

"This mudra is called the Earth-Touching Mudra, also known as the 'Demon-Subduing Mudra'."

The voice was calm, yet like a resounding bell, echoing deep within the consciousness of every soul that was pierced, carrying an unquestionable authority.

“In the past, when the Venerable Shakyamuni was practicing under the Bodhi tree and was about to succeed, Mara, the king of demons, led his army of demons to interfere with his path with countless illusions and boundless power. The Venerable Shakyamuni then touched the earth with his right hand, summoning the earth god to appear and bear witness to his merits in practicing. He had accumulated good karma over countless eons, which finally made the demon king subdue and retreat, and he attained supreme enlightenment.”

"Today, you, the war spirits of Chu, are honored to be guided by this seal."

“Now,” his tone turned absolutely solemn, “I will send you off from this world.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually took out an ancient and heavy scroll, which was the original version of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra.

He casually tossed the scroll into the air, and it unfurled on its own. Countless golden Sanskrit characters, imbued with supreme power of salvation, surged forth from it, like celestial maidens scattering flowers, covering the vast wilderness and transforming this land into a massive scripture temple.

Under the influence of this force, the boundary between life and death suddenly becomes blurred and thin.

A cold, silent wind, yet carrying an absolute order, swept in from an unknown dimension, stirring up the dust on the ground.

Sensing this familiar aura, Xu Xuan's lips even curved into a slight smile, and his mood seemed to brighten considerably.

Rumble——!
The earth began to shake violently!
This time, it wasn't just a simple tearing open of a dark void.

A massive, ancient gate, exuding an aura of timeless vicissitudes, slowly rose from the deepest part of the earth! The walls were as black as iron, the tiles as gray as bones, and the gate was supported by two enormous red pillars that seemed to have been soaked in blood!

Endless death energy, nether energy, and an absolute power of rules permeated every brick and tile, making one's soul tremble at the sight of them.

Above the city gate hung a huge plaque with seven large golden characters written in an ancient script—

The Gates of Hell in the Underworld!
On either side of the gate, strange banners moved on their own without any wind.

With a heavy, creaking sound, the giant door slowly opened inward, revealing a dark passage behind it that seemed capable of swallowing even light.

Xu Xuan looked at the wide-open doorway as if he were seeing an old acquaintance, his tone even carrying a rare hint of familiarity:

"Old friend, you've come again."

More than 80,000 battle spirits, who should have long since vanished into the world, but were lingering in the mortal realm for 500 years due to overwhelming resentment, simultaneously manifested in the mortal world.

This immense yin energy and its forceful "harvesting" of it have already touched upon the most fundamental rules of the universe.

How could the gates of the underworld not be revealed?
Although the will of the underworld itself may be extremely reluctant to see a certain person, the operation of the rules takes precedence over individual likes and dislikes.

Such a massive number of "wandering souls" urgently need to be received, archived, and incorporated into the reincarnation system.

It is irresistible and cannot be delayed.

Xu Xuan's face was slightly pale. Clearly, the simultaneous conversion of 80,000 stubborn battle souls and the forced connection of Yin and Yang with the Earth Touch Seal had taken a huge toll on him.

Yet his movements were not slow at all; on the contrary, they were fluid and skillful.

With one hand raised, it's as if pulling up an invisible rein.

Instantly, the golden network of veins beneath the earth began to hum.

The 80,000 battle souls that had been pierced and wrapped up like "fruits" on the net were uprooted by a gentle yet irresistible force and transformed into strings of soul beads that shimmered with gold and black light, bursting out of the ground!

The scene was somewhat reminiscent of an old farmer harvesting plump crops from fertile soil during the bountiful season.

A genuine sense of relief and joy appeared on Xu Xuan's face.

It serves me right that I'm a Pure Land Buddhist disciple; at the beginning of this year, my performance has been crushing the entire sect.

When I become the sect leader, no one should object, right, senior brother who lives far away in the south?

"Go, go." Xu Xuan dismissed the group of noisy children with a casual yet authoritative tone. "The empires, grudges, and wars of the human world are no longer relevant to you. After you go down there, accept the reform and strive to become human again as soon as possible... well, you can become a ghost too. In short, follow the rules and don't cause trouble."

With a wave of his hand, the 80,000 "fruits" containing the spirit of battle, like a guided galaxy, surged into the wide-open gates of hell.

As the Soul Beads disappeared into the Netherworld, unique rules and imprints of the Underworld naturally fell upon them.

From then on, they were no longer wandering, resentful ghosts adrift in the mortal world.

Instead, they are registered in the underworld's register, which is under the jurisdiction of the underworld.

The enormous gate of the Gates of Hell seemed to pause for a moment, as if an invisible will behind it was silently "watching" all of this.

Perhaps... although this monster acts somewhat unorthodoxly, carries an aura of calamity, is shrouded in the scorching sun of karma, frequently causes trouble, stirs up the winds of the underworld, and destroys...
But at least they're doing something legitimate?
As the last soul bead was poured in, the Gate of Hell emitted a deep, satisfied yet sighing roar, slowly sinking into the earth and disappearing without a trace.

The surrounding eerie winds and deathly aura dissipated.

Xiaoxian County is still the same Xiaoxian County, and the wilderness remains the same.

However, in the spiritual perception of practitioners, this land has undergone earth-shattering changes.

The suffocating bloodlust and resentment had been almost completely swept away, leaving the world peaceful and clean... it was unbelievable!

Only the red figure, originally formed from the remnant spirit of Yu Ji and absorbing some of the evil energy, was still being pressed firmly to the ground by the golden five-finger mountain-shaped Buddhist seal, struggling and twisting on its own, emitting a silent shriek.

Having lost the support and resonance of the resentment of 80,000 battle spirits, the external interference affecting her emotions had dissipated along with the gates of hell.

However, the eternal regret she felt stemming from the story of Farewell My Concubine did not diminish in the slightest; on the contrary, it became even purer.

As everyone knows, in fantasy novels, any character involved in such a timeless love tragedy is never easy to deal with.

Their obsessions are often beyond imagination, deeply rooted, and ordinary methods of persuasion are completely ineffective.

He walked slowly over, looking down at the constantly twisting red mist at his feet, his last bit of kindness for the day acting up.

The heavens have forty-nine cycles, but humanity escapes one of them.

He wasn't a vicious person, but since this woman had made a move, she was definitely not innocent.

I don't care about any of that nonsense about love.

"Hey, do you know what it means to attack me?"

The red shadow seemed to sense his approach and struggled even more violently.

"That means the interview is about to begin!"

It would be a waste to kill such a promising young demonic cultivator.

Let this serve as atonement for your actions just now. Our Baoan Hall never wastes resources.

Faced with this purest aggregate of hatred and obsession, he decisively threw a wisp of his divine soul consciousness into that red mist!
Do a background check first, just in case we mistake someone for someone else.

Examine the structure of the soul again to see if there is any chance to turn back.

If there is no cure, then send her to reunite with Xiang Yu on the spot.

Old Xu's heart is as compassionate as a Buddha's, but he's only slightly softer on this Miss Bai, and only slightly.

(End of this chapter)