Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 959 The Great Compassion Reappears
There are White Lotus sect members active within the territory of Pei State. Since this matter has come to Xu Xuan's attention, he cannot ignore it.

The Father has priority in disposing of this inheritance.

What intrigued him was that instead of going south to seek out the "White Lotus Holy Mother" who had stirred up countless storms, these people were hiding in this small county town, secretly tinkering with something under the guise of a pharmacy.
Could it be that the believers in the north have all developed rebellious intentions?

Hum~!

Let's take this opportunity to ask them some questions and learn more about the White Lotus Sect headquarters.

The Karmapa and Karmapa I encountered earlier both seemed to be the type of… “pure” fanatical believers.

Moreover, the endings were all quite tragic, and they failed to provide much useful information about the internal structure of the sects.

Xu Xuan, the theoretical "White Lotus Saint Father," actually had a rather limited understanding of his own "folk organization."

Hopefully, this time we can find a good breakthrough.

His gaze returned to the still bewildered servant, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"What is your name? Where are you from? Do you have any relatives? Do you own any assets?"

In this pharmacy filled with the demonic aura of the White Lotus Sect, Xu Xuan practically wielded the power to make his words law.

A flash of white light appeared in the servant's eyes, and his expression immediately became blank and submissive as he answered truthfully:

“My original name was Zhang San, a native of this county. Two years ago, I was inexplicably imprisoned by the government and almost lost my life. Fortunately, my master rescued me and took me into the sect. He gave me the name ‘Bu San’ to avoid past troubles.”

"I had no relatives or friends left in my family, and I originally had nothing."

"But some time ago, I was ordered to collude with the county clerks to plot and force the Song family outside the city to their deaths, and then confiscate their property on the grounds of 'colluding with bandits'... I received fifty bolts of silk, seventy dan of grain, and... twenty taels of gold."

As this person recounted the story, his face showed no remorse whatsoever; instead, it radiated an almost devout happiness and satisfaction.

It's as if I've truly found the legendary "vacuum homeland" on earth, and have already enjoyed its "wonderful" aspects ahead of time.

However, his understanding of a "beautiful hometown" is clearly not the "common happiness" advocated in the doctrine, but rather about making himself "happy" first.

As for whether those who come after him can be happy, it is clear that no one is allowed to share in his "happiness".

Xu Xuan watched coldly, sighing inwardly: Even a sect like the White Lotus Sect, which is good at bewitching people and painting illusory visions, can never completely eradicate human nature.

The so-called "Great Harmony" often nourishes these parasites first.

Xu Xuan continued, "Why are you all holed up in this small place of Qi County? The capital of Pei State is in Xiang County, which is far more prosperous and full of powerful and influential people. Wouldn't that be a better place for your 'development'?"

Zhang Busan's eyes were glazed over as he answered truthfully, "My master said... there are important arrangements in Dazexiang, and this place is convenient for them to carry out their plans. I am of low rank and do not know the specific reasons."

Upon hearing this, a look of understanding flashed in Xu Xuan's eyes.

Dazexiang... is indeed inextricably linked to the rumor of "ghost soldiers borrowing a path." It seems there is more to the story than just the lingering spirits of an ancient battlefield.

He said that when Chen Sheng started his uprising in Dazexiang, there were only nine hundred people.

They only killed a few officers and soldiers; there wasn't much fighting, so there were no ghosts involved.

Then he gestured for Zhang Busan to lead the way into the depths of the pharmacy.

As soon as I passed through an inconspicuous curtain, I noticed a subtle distortion and fluctuation in the surrounding space.

Sure enough, there was more to this small pharmacy than met the eye.

Although it is far from using a massive array to fix a vast alternate space like Baoan Hall, this place has clearly used some kind of magic to cleverly hide and expand an area, making the interior much more spacious and deep than the outside appears.

Sensing this, the Father became even more displeased.

Plagiarism! This is blatant plagiarism of ideas!
Don't you know that this is how I designed the Bao'an Temple in Qiantang three years ago? There's absolutely no innovation!

With these mixed feelings, I stepped into this hidden core area.

There sat an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed as a doctor, sitting calmly behind a mahogany examination table, exuding a composed demeanor.

He didn't immediately get up when someone entered; he merely raised his eyelids, appearing quite calm. In the old man's mind, since he was introduced by his disciple, the person must be a newly "developed" member with considerable potential, or a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

It seems that today is another auspicious day for opening up new sources of revenue for the Holy Church.

The old man stroked his long beard and slowly spoke, his voice carrying a deliberately crafted air of kindness and authority: "I am Hou Sheng, and I greet you, young master."

Only then did the servant Zhang Busan, who was leading the way, suddenly snap out of his daze.

Looking around blankly, then at Hou Sheng sitting upright and Xu Xuan beside him, his mind was a jumbled mess: "Strange? Didn't I just catch up with this young master to tell him that this is a clinic, not a canteen? How... how did I end up leading him around?"

Xu Xuan looked the old man up and down after seeing him.

Yes, that's the taste.

Unfortunately, he specializes in cultivating the soul, so his tastes are a bit limited.

Too lazy to play games with this old man who only had a second-level cultivation, he directly revealed his identity.

The Holy Father formed a profound lotus mudra with his hands, and a pure and powerful force containing the supreme essence of the white lotus was unleashed, like the bright moon in the sky, instantly illuminating the entire dark inner room!

thump!
The old man, who had been so composed, felt as if he had been struck on the knee by an invisible giant hammer the moment he sensed this magical power. His legs went weak and he knelt down, his body trembling slightly with extreme awe.

This aura! This is definitely a top-tier figure from the main headquarters!
He was horrified and screamed inwardly, swearing that he had never felt such a high level of White Lotus magic power.

Its power and purity are far beyond what ordinary followers can possess; it is at least at the level of a Dharma King!

If he hadn't been fortunate enough to have met the cult leader once in his early years and retained a vague impression of him, he would almost have suspected that the cult leader himself was here.

"This humble one is terrified! I do not know which Dharma King has graced us with his presence. I am deeply sorry for failing to greet you properly. I beg your forgiveness!"

Hou Sheng lowered his head even further, his voice filled with barely suppressed fear.

Xu Xuan: "..."

A strange thought inexplicably flashed through his mind: This set of "dross" left by the Virgin Mary, relying on scriptures and her divine status to oppress people...

Sometimes, it's actually quite good to use.

Of course, now that the plot has progressed to this point, this "saintly father" cannot afford to show weakness.

then……

"Since you are asking in good faith."

Xu Xuan's voice suddenly became ethereal and majestic, as if it came from beyond the heavens.

In an instant, an indescribable atmosphere enveloped the room.

That was the ultimate hope for the "vacuum homeland" of the old mother, a strong portrayal of the perfect happiness promised by the doctrine, and a call to the depths of the convert's soul!

Before Hou Sheng could fully appreciate this magnificent "sacred scene," an even more bizarre and powerful dream force violently seized his soul!
Suddenly everything went black, and my soul felt as if it had been plunged into an endless vortex.

The next moment, he "personally" experienced the eighteen levels of hell, including mountains of knives and seas of fire, boiling oil and ice. Each level of torture was so real that his soul felt like it was about to break!
Although it was only a fleeting dream, his soul had been utterly ravaged.

When his consciousness returned to his body, Hou Sheng's face was ashen, his back was soaked with cold sweat, he knelt on the ground trembling, and all that remained in his eyes was boundless fear.

Xu Xuan coldly observed the old man's terrified and disheveled appearance, feeling no pity whatsoever.

Based on his years of experience in eradicating cults, this slightly violent way of "greeting" is the most efficient way for villains to confirm their identities and establish authority, and it's absolutely foolproof.

Then he continued in that detached and lofty voice:

"I am... the Great Compassionate Dharma King."

Given that the original owner of the body has already died, isn't it reasonable and logical for the murderer to borrow his pseudonym to stir up trouble?

(End of this chapter)