Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 70 Who is the Demonic Monk?
In the history of ancient warfare, every battle that utilized water was thrilling and decisive, capable of changing the course of the war.

The floods that Bai Qi inundated Yancheng, Wang Ben inundated Daliang, Cao Cao inundated Xiapi, and Zhi Xiangzi inundated Jinyang are all examples of this.

"The Art of War: The March" is truly a wonderful book.

The library of Chongqi Academy is truly a wonderful place.

As Xu Xuan felt the power of nature, he increasingly felt that cultivators should also read more books.

The roaring sound of the water grew louder and louder, almost echoing throughout the mudflats. The pebbles on the ground trembled violently, making it difficult for an ordinary person to stand.

Amidst the mountain torrent, a giant azure python stood atop, its vertical pupils mercilessly gazing down at the target below, exuding the oppressive aura of a five-hundred-year-old demon cultivator.

Finally, darkness fell, and the light and shadows above the valley were obscured by the curtain of water.

The Tibetan monk's face turned ashen, and amidst his fear, he suddenly saw many things clearly.

It turns out that the calamity has clouded their minds, and this is where it should be.

Then Xiaoqing plunged down with the endless tide.

Tenzin tried to escape, but was blocked by countless strange butterflies; even a moment's delay was enough.

When the overwhelming torrent of water swept past the scholar on the boulder and crashed down, it was almost despairing.

How could a Tibetan monk, with his level of spiritual attainment, contend with the power of heaven and earth?

Left with no other choice, he spat out a large amount of blood essence, which sprayed onto the Vajra Bell in his hand, causing the Buddha's power to surge violently.

The agonizing pain in his heart nearly drove him mad; this was a gift he had received with great difficulty.

The price paid to obtain this pair of magical artifacts... I won't go into details.

There is a great terror between life and death, and I have not yet come to understand it.

The Buddha's light burst violently out of the ritual implements, cracks appeared, and the unstable vajra bell emitted a sharp sound. It was not a state of no thought or thought, but rather a state of annihilation.

"Aaaaaaah, explode!"

Xu Xuan, who was in the distance, also let out a miserable cry, as if his heart had broken.

"That evil monk! My Vajra Bell!"

The golden light collided with the turbid waves of the river.

The violent Buddhist light directly shattered the first layer, which was also the strongest wave.

Countless shockwaves, carrying the sound of annihilation, continued to spread, clashing with the scattered water currents.

Finally, the golden light faded, and the river filled the mudflats, turning the area into a raging lake.

Beneath the murky surface of the water lie countless whirlpools and undercurrents, and—a hunting green snake.

The waves subsided, and Tenzin stood on the water in pain and dishevelment, his body covered in wounds, his robes tattered like a beggar's, and only a lone vajra in his hand.

It looked so tragic, but since the battle had begun, there was only one outcome: a fight to the death.

It was only at this point that Xiaoqing revealed her true demonic nature.

A green, demonic aura permeated the air, and a wild, untamed presence enveloped the battlefield.

A body tens of meters long, exuding murderous intent, swam through the turbid waves.

With supernatural powers, he controlled the water flow, as if countless turbid dragons were surging endlessly.

Sometimes it stirs up huge waves, sometimes it forms whirlpools; this is truly stirring up trouble, determined to drag the Tibetan monk into the abyss and strangle him.

The powerful demonic body kept emerging from the river, indulging its primal hunting instincts, constantly colliding with the vajra, producing deafening sounds.

The water-elemental demons unleashed their full power, causing the demon monk to suffer repeated defeats.

Xu Xuan stood atop a giant rock, directing the butterflies to carry out support work, a technique known as "edge paddling."

After observing for a moment, they determined that the other party had run out of options.

Since the battle was decided so quickly, this demonic monk must have some connections. It would be troublesome if there were some powerful figures in his family.

Xu Xuan clasped his hands together, and golden Buddhist light emanated from beneath his feet, exuding an aura of compassion.

The extremely high quality of the Buddhist aura caught the attention of Tenzin during the battle.

I thought he was some Buddhist practitioner passing by, and I hoped he could save him out of respect for the lineage.

Unexpectedly, I still saw a scholar in a blue robe.

A deep doubt arose: this despicable and immoral person was actually practicing Buddhism.

No!

What right did you have to call me a demonic monk before? And call me a bald thief?
The Buddhist community in China has become too decadent. Regardless of the other party's complex feelings, Xu Xuan sighed with a compassionate expression.

"Alas, the foreign monks do not understand the wonderful teachings of the Central Plains. They have tried to enlighten me many times using human methods, but I have not been able to achieve enlightenment. In the end, I have come to this."

"Amitabha."

Tenzin was initially puzzled, then flew into a rage and broke down.

They've only met twice in total. The first time, he disregarded all martial ethics and launched a sneak attack, brandishing his sword to take someone's life.

The second time, they used military strategy to incite human calamity and sorcery to draw upon the power of heaven and earth to encircle and kill him.

Is this enlightenment?

Is this some kind of enlightenment?!
You mean this?! Yes! It's the key!
Consumed by karmic fire, he was nearly bitten to death by a green snake in his delirium.

Xu Xuan remained steadfast in his beliefs, unmoved by external influences, and continued talking to himself.

"Alas, it's no wonder. After all, it's foreign Buddhism, and you don't recognize the true orthodox teachings of China."

"Since we are fortunate today, I have come to transmit the orthodox teachings to you. Listen carefully."

He took out the Three Schools and One Treatise of Pure Land Buddhism and began to expound the true Dharma, and thoughtfully used the method of mind-to-mind transmission to help the monks attain enlightenment.

Thus have I heard. At one time, the Buddha was staying in Rajagaha, on Mount Gijjhakuta.

The profound Buddhist teachings were transmitted into Tenzin's soul without any hindrance.

It is indeed a wonderful Buddhist teaching; even the opening few sentences can give one a sense of enlightenment.

Xu Xuan lacked comprehension, while the demonic monk possessed excellent comprehension.

Hearing the wonderful details, my mind was moved, and even my bottleneck loosened. Then...bang!
I got hit by a tail.

The immense force shattered the six-word mantra that weakened the will.

After skipping several stones across the river, the Tibetan monk realized just how vicious Xu Xuan was.

Is this the transmission of Dharma?

He...he...is indeed transmitting the Dharma, but at this very moment it is a method to confuse the mind and spirit.

Using Buddhism as a tool for violence—does this person even have Buddha in their heart?!

You wicked monk! You wicked monk! You are the wicked monk!
Danzeng was filled with grief and indignation, but he had no choice but to brace himself and continue fighting the green snake. However, the Buddhist scriptures kept striking at his soul's defenses.

The attraction and complementarity between different Buddhist teachings is an irresistible instinct.

After being distracted several times, he had already been beaten by the Green Snake until his bones were broken, his soul was torn apart, and his vital energy left his body. He was not far from death.

In his grief and anger, he picked up the vajra and was about to perish together with Xu Xuan.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Instructor Xu remembered his identity as a scholar, lost his compassion for the eagle, and jumped away on a butterfly.

Tenzin turned around and continued the pursuit, shouting things like "Don't run!" He had completely gone mad.

Xu Xuan continued dancing, his mouth never stopping.

"Amitabha Buddha, the form of warfare is to avoid the strong and attack the weak."

“You demonic monk from beyond the realm, your heart is consumed by karmic fire and your mind is bewitched by calamity. If you do not attain enlightenment soon, I will be unable to save you.”

"Why don't you quickly let go of your hatred and earnestly contemplate this!"

Well, some people are really good at stirring up hatred.

Even if the heavens and earth were to collapse, or even if the Buddha himself were to descend, he could not stop a mad Tibetan monk.

Om mani padme hum!

The six-syllable mantra unleashes full potential, unleashing a berserk state.

"You are the demonic monk! Prepare to die!"

Xiaoqing kept hammering the enemy from behind, but she couldn't stop them.

Only after half of his body was smashed by the snake's tail did Tenzin realize from his madness that he was going to die.
No, even if I die, that man will come with me to the deepest hell to suffer eternal torment.

He spat his last mouthful of blood into the vajra, then threw it away without a second thought.

"Xu Xuan!!!"

"Death!"

(End of this chapter)