Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 37 Art Style Defeated
The letter carefully explained why Xu Xuan had not become famous, as well as his various outstanding performances in criminal law, praising him for his insightful and substantial arguments.

Xu Xuan, did you two agree not to pay?
If I were Professor Sheng's personal disciple, I would naturally like this, but I am not.

Of course, to maintain the persona, he could only put on a fake smile and gladly accept it.

"No need to see me off, really, the feelings are all in my heart."

Xu Xuan lowered the carriage curtain and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Leaving Qiantang County, the place suddenly became much quieter, and my mind became much more lively.

The mortal world is like a net, and fate is like a knife.

If one continues to mingle in this world and become entangled in karma, sooner or later one will suffer the calamity of death.

It turns out that there's a reason why many practitioners go to places far from human habitation to cultivate themselves.

Leaning against the inner wall, Xu Xuan pondered various thoughts as he quietly waited for the carriage to arrive at the academy.

The carriage suddenly stopped halfway through its journey.

Suddenly, a gust of wind picked up outside, making the sound of the wild grass and branches rustling even more jarring.

Xu Xuan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be?

Open the curtain.

The coachman was fast asleep, while the horses pulling the carriage stood frozen in place.

Fortunately, the academy's carriage was special and could not be harmed by ordinary magic.

Look up.

An elderly man with white hair and a youthful face, dressed in a white Taoist robe, lightly stepped onto the tree branches by the roadside.

The three thousand silver threads of the whisk in her hand and her wide sleeves danced together in the wind.

His body was upright and moved with the air currents, giving him the appearance of a righteous person with an air of otherworldly grace.

Upon seeing Xu Xuan emerge, he first burst into laughter twice, then recited an entrance poem.

"A practitioner on the path cultivates for a hundred years, grasps the true Dharma with wisdom, and is one with heaven and earth. With countless children in his heart, he suddenly understands the autumn of the world."

"I am Qingzhuo Sanren (清浊散人)."

"Young friend, are you Xu Xuan?"

His voice was calm and steady, seemingly possessing a magical power to put people at ease.

What a distinguished elder!

A century of cultivation, upholding the true Dharma, with a heart that embraces heaven and earth, and a spirit that encompasses the universe.

At first glance, one might think that the leader of some worldly religious sect has descended to earth.

Ugh.
Xu Xuan sighed, "Although you made your entrance with a poem and your appearance was classy."

But.
The three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit have not yet been unified. Although there is some accumulation of spiritual power, it has not even entered the path. The poem is so grand. Are all evil people so outrageous?
And old man, the aura you carry is quite similar to the one I'm hiding.

So Xu Xuan remained calm and composed, and his first reply was...

"Master, this is my coachman."

Qingzhuo Sanren's figure was a little unsteady in the air. "Why are you so concerned about a coachman instead of being shocked by a hermit like me?"
I don't know how many people I've frightened with my grand entrance design, but today I've actually met a scholar who is unmoved by external things.

This only indicates that the driver was unharmed and had simply fallen asleep for a short while.

"What business do you have with me, wanderer?"

What followed was a fabricated story that Xu Xuan found particularly boring.

What was happening was that they were hunting down two evil sorcerers. Hearing that they had infiltrated Qiantang, they rushed over to eliminate the demons, only to be shocked to learn yesterday that the two evil sorcerers had already been killed.

I came specifically to inquire about some details, after all, he's a sorcerer, it's normal for him to leave some hidden dangers.

As a righteous elder, I should help and guide ordinary people.

This story is very cliché.

Constantly inquiring about how the sorcerer was exposed reveals a very obvious ulterior motive.

Moreover, the deceptive techniques used in his speech were very crude, far less sophisticated than his own methods.

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“I’m not entirely sure about that either. How about I go back to Qiantang now and contact Magistrate Song for you?”

The old Taoist priest wasn't a fool.

This young man was not misled at all; he was clear-headed and even had a very organized plan to trick himself into going to Qiantang County.

"Very well, scholars are indeed clever. I wonder how you saw through this old man."

"This recluse, so far Qiantang has only publicly announced the killing of one demon. So you are the third one, right?"

Qingzhuo Sanren looked somewhat embarrassed. He had broken the altar's restrictions to break through and enter the Dao in order to seize a certain rare treasure.

He specifically contacted two helpers, but as soon as they arrived in Qiantang, they discovered that all of his accomplices had been brutally murdered.

Naturally, one should ask someone who is easy to bully and knows some inside information.

I didn't expect this young scholar to be so talented.

"Young friend, since you know I am a member of the heretical sect, why are you not afraid?"

"I've heard that the senior's poetic title indicates he's a distinguished figure with a distinguished background. Why make things difficult for a weak scholar like me?"

"Heh, in my eyes, it doesn't matter whether you are scholars or commoners. I have killed children, women, old men, and beggars. In my pursuit of the Dao, I have no taboos."

The old man tossed aside the whisk in his hand, muttered incantations, and cast a spell, summoning a gust of wind with a smug look on his face. The wind made his robes rustle, and he seemed to be walking on the wind.

If we were to draw an analogy, it's like the method Xu Xuan used to blow away the dust in the courtyard; I don't know why it required so much preparatory work.

"You're in a very bad position if you meet me."

"As for the origin."

The old man took a step forward, spread his arms, and used the wind to glide down.

People are in the air, and the hymns rise again.

"A single white lotus holds the secret to salvation. In the boundless void, the Holy Mother descends to deliver humanity."

"White Lotus Sect - Qingzhuo Sanren"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man, who was standing on the edge of the carriage, was only an arm's length away from Xu Xuan.

"Scholar, are you afraid?"

Xu Xuan?

They must be from the Pili Puppet Show. They always strike a pose when they meet, and they always start reciting poetry.

How am I supposed to take on roles now? I feel overshadowed by the locals in terms of style.

Do you even know who the true "white lotus" is? Trying to steal the leader's path, you've narrowed your own.

Demons and heretics, die!
His eyes held a shimmering white light, and a finger rose up without his noticing.

This is my first time using it voluntarily, and I don't know if it will work.

The White Lotus Holy Father in the realm of mind and spirit also raised his finger, using an unknown method to connect with the life essence of the White Lotus followers.

Qingzhuo Sanren, however, remained immersed in his own world.

In a daze, I heard the call of my hometown.

A paradise on earth, where there is no birth or death, only peace and happiness.

Huh? Wait, what's this?

A flawless, jade-colored finger took center stage.

Leaves, air currents, vital energy, and oneself—why are we all sinking into one place?

The ethereal sound echoed across the wilderness, causing unknown fluctuations within the soul that directly blocked the flow of essence, energy, and spirit. The soul, which could only leave the body on its own in the past, was rapidly stirred up, leaving the old immortal as helpless as an infant.

Why is this happening? So that's why! So that's why! The white lotus only blooms for the sake of the Holy Mother?
How laughable it is to think that I have ended up in this state in my pursuit of the Tao.

You lied to us! You lied to us!

"For decades I have not entered the Dao, but now...now I am the Unborn Mother, the True Emptiness Homeland..."

Before he could finish reciting the poem, his face lit up with great joy despite his initial reluctance, and he clasped his hands together in prayer.

"My mother has no life, my hometown is empty!"

"No birth."

"none"

The old immortal vanished into thin air.

In the realm of mind and spirit, the Holy Father of the White Lotus held a blood-red Buddhist bead.

Having learned without a teacher, he now uses the White Lotus's free and unfettered supernatural powers to operate the Pure Land Dharma.

The prayer beads were instantly crushed and, after being refined, transformed into a golden grain of sand that fell at the feet of the divine soul.

This is the original Pure Land.

Xu Xuan clasped his hands together like a virtuous and holy monk, and golden light first appeared around his body.

With a soft sigh, Amitabha!
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(End of this chapter)