Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 87 Art Style Can't Compare to Magic Weapon
The process quickly progressed to paying respects to the elders.

Qiao Feng's parents died early, leaving the position of elder in the family vacant.

He and Liancheng had already made up their minds, and the two of them insisted on inviting Xu Xuan to this position.

Master Xu gave him a second life; this kindness is like a second birth. Furthermore, among all those present—Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, and Teacher—no one is more suitable than the Teacher.

Scholar Shi had no objections whatsoever; indeed, he was the only one present who was qualified.

I didn't see the two scions of top aristocratic families standing behind me, performing the disciple's salute.

This is what we call prestige.

As for the other side, Xiaoqing was eager to try, but was stopped by a look.

Zen Master Fahai would never make a mistake, so the little monster could only stand aside indignantly, stomping its feet.

And so, this young man, who was a bit too much, accepted the couple's kneeling homage.

After serving the tea, Xu Xuan scratched his head.

This sudden turn of events has put me in a difficult position; I have nothing to offer.

The Buddhist scriptures belong to the Pure Land school, so I can't give them to him. The great sword was a gift from the Li family to Doctor Wu, so I can't give it to him either. The butterfly... never mind.

Since that's the case, let me write a piece of calligraphy.

This request was strange, but since the groom didn't say anything, everyone else could only watch.

Unfolding the paper, Xu Xuan was about to go all out, after all, the other party treated him like an old father.

He decisively used his divine power to mobilize the primordial energy of heaven and earth into his brush, and golden light emanated from beneath his feet, imbuing it with the power of the pure land.

I thought about Liancheng's original ending and the hardships he endured.

This life hasn't been easy either.

The pain of having flesh cut out, the suffering of ignorance, the resolute determination to follow each other to the death.
Hopefully, this poem can help people return to the simple happiness of life.

The peach tree is young and tender, its blossoms are bright and beautiful. This maiden is going to her husband's home, may she bring harmony to her family.

The peach tree is young and tender, its fruit abundant. This maiden is going to her husband's home; may she bring harmony to her family.

The peach tree is young and tender, its leaves are lush and green. This maiden is going to her husband's home; may she bring harmony to her family.

Simply put, the word "宜" (yí) is the most appropriate.

Qiao Feng burst into tears upon seeing this poem.

Liancheng's tears also fell in strings.

You can't understand the despair you felt unless you were in it yourself.

While Master Xu was dealing with the young master of the Wang family outside, the two of them held hands tightly inside. How could they forget the decision they made under the torment of life and death?

I never imagined such a day would come.

This is the kind of blessing that lovers desire most.

Even Magistrate Shi secretly wiped away his tears.

Others may not feel it as deeply, but they can still see that this calligraphy is excellent.

It looks peaceful, joyful, serene, and full of spiritual energy.

This calligraphy by Zen Master Fahai is sure to ward off evil spirits and protect the home.

After a day of joyful celebration, the wedding finally came to an end, and the newlyweds entered their bridal chamber to practice the art of yin and yang union.

The other two students had to go home that night to deal with their affairs.

The number of forces involved in the Jiangnan Literary Society is unprecedented.

Even prominent families in Jiangnan wanted to make a name for themselves among them, and all sorts of troubles revolved around the three major academies.

Xu Xuan felt a headache coming on when he thought about facing the literary gathering after returning. To put it bluntly, as the reformer of the academy and the one who proposed expanding the literary gathering, he would definitely be very busy in the future.

If only I could kill a few evil sorcerers to relax.

Amitabha Buddha, and then immediately began to reflect on why he always broke the precepts.

The next day, Qiao Feng appeared before everyone with a radiant complexion.

"I shouldn't have urged you to return to the academy so soon, but the opportunity of the Jiangnan Literary Gathering is rare and hard to come by."

Go back early and prepare well; if you make a name for yourself, it will greatly benefit your future career.

Scholar Shi agreed with this, saying that even if he had had such an opportunity when he was young, he probably wouldn't have succeeded; this really depends on talent.

Xu Xuan wasted no more time and headed straight for Qiantang with Xiao Qing.

Everything seemed calm and uneventful until they stopped in front of a small river. Amidst the swirling demonic aura, it looked as if they had arrived in Xiniu Hezhou.
"Finally here."

Seeing that the road was blocked, Xu Xuan was not panicked at all, as he was used to it.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.
The sound of water bursting open rang out one after another, and one figure after another darted out and stood on the riverbank.

Good heavens, they're all incomplete spirits and monsters.

A large man with a human body and a catfish head, an old man with crab claws, and a burly man with a shrimp head.
It's like a seafood platter suddenly standing up and dancing. Unlike what I've seen on TV before, it's really disgusting when you get up close in real life.

These are all mountain spirits and wild monsters born from the art of enlightenment; they can never take human form and possess only extremely simple intelligence.

It's like a lackey who only knows how to wave flags and shout to boost morale.

Even when holding knives, guns, and clubs, they look like they have mental disabilities, especially since aquatic products have small brains.

Xu Xuan had only seen this thing in the Pure Land School's scriptures. The fact that such an outdated and backward technology was still in use suggested that it was probably another wild monster.

If I can't bear to watch any longer, then let this humble monk perform a ritual to help them pass on to the afterlife.

They unleashed a handful of Cthulhu butterflies, sparking a complete abstract battle.

Flames danced across the mudflats, effortlessly burning the aquatic creatures back to their original state, filling the air with the stench of trimethylamine and dimethylamine.

"Come out."

With a whoosh, the wind rose and the clouds surged, and an absurdly deep whirlpool appeared in the river.

A half-human, half-fish, pitch-black monster emerged from the water.

Upon closer inspection, his nose was high and prominent like a towering mountain, and his forehead was broad and majestic like a dragon's. His eyes were bright and round, and his teeth were sharp and even.

What's even more incredible is that this demon was equipped with gear, wearing a black helmet and armor from head to toe, and wielding a heavy iron club.

His aura was immediately overwhelming, exuding domineering power.

"I am the master of the eight-hundred-mile-long Dongting Lake, the Great King Benbo!"

"So it was you who killed my general?"

The sound was harsh and shrill, completely mismatched with his imposing and powerful appearance.

Xu Xuan was on high alert, as this was the first time he had ever seen a monster equipped with such gear; this monster was not to be underestimated.

The last time I saw one was on CCTV, where all the powerful monsters were fully armored.

Although his aura was only slightly stronger than Xiaoqing's, this king in the style of Journey to the West was definitely powerful enough. Xu decisively shifted the blame, saying that he did not know any general.

"The only person around here capable of killing your great general is probably Zhu Erdan from the Jintian Academy."

I don't mean anything by it, it's just that the underworld deity seems to be quite powerful.

But that monster wasn't stupid either.

"Impossible! His demon core is on you!"

???

An incredible guess popped into my head.

"You mean there was a catfish demon who hadn't yet taken human form, named General?" "So it was you who killed him! I will avenge the General!!!"

The evil demon wielded his iron cudgel, creating afterimages and howling winds that swept up the water in the air—this was no ordinary martial art.

As the water vapor surged, the King of the Busy, yelling "Wah-yah-yah!", charged forward.

"Are you sick in the head?"

Xu Xuan didn't understand the thought process of this brain-dead monster, but his expression remained serious as he took a few steps back.

Give Xiaoqing a look, do you have the equipment?

With a whoosh, a longsword as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in his hand, then slowly disappeared in the sunlight until it was almost invisible. The chilling gleam it emitted at the moment of its appearance was enough to tell that it was a divine weapon, though its power was slightly inferior to that of the opponent.

Xiaoqing gave Xu Xuan a look, "Where's your equipment?"

He still had the same old equipment, the Seven Star Big Dipper Sword, but a faint red corner was visible between his sleeves.

Let’s go together.

The two didn't exchange a single word; they charged forward entirely based on their unspoken understanding.

Xiaoqing was in front, and Xu Xuan was behind.

Someone had already made up their mind that as soon as the first attack showed obvious signs of weakness, they would immediately call for reinforcements to have their senior brother convert this black-faced fellow.

Waaaaaah, you two little thieves, die!

Ah!
what?
The staff broke, the armor shattered, the demon was wounded, and the sweeping water was cut in half.

Xiaoqing's longsword seemed to slice through the air with unbelievable smoothness.

A spray of blood splattered out, reaching several meters high.

King Benbo was stunned, holding the iron short stick that had now become two sticks in his hand, somewhat at a loss.

A burning pain shot through his chest as a strange power spread from the sword to his demonic body, like a maggot clinging to his bone, impossible to suppress.

Xu Xuan was initially pleased, but then became angry, realizing that he was just a show-off.

Even someone as shrewd as myself was deceived.

Hmph, I would normally disdain such a thing as kicking someone when they're down, but for the sake of the hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in Qiantang Salt County, I have no choice but to swallow my pride.

Demon, take this!

clang!
Sparks flew as immense forces locked in a stalemate in mid-air.

This terrifying sense of oppression... was it someone who played me before?

"Very well, you monster's strength is no less than mine!"

Someone decisively kicked the demon in the wound with a foot stomping on the pure earth to create distance.

The power of the three-foot Pure Land is no ordinary thing. With the help of the Patriarch and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the golden light burst forth, displaying a touch of the unyielding spirit that makes one impervious to all laws.

This kick represents half a year's worth of skill. Monster, can you withstand it?
The flying king was also dumbfounded. Although there were two hundred kings in Dongting Lake, his own combat strength was already below average, not weak.

How could we possibly encounter such a fierce disciple of a powerful sect and a wealthy female demon in such a remote and impoverished place?

He got up from the ground, shook his head, and prepared to fight again.

Anyone could see that although the black-clad fellow was grimacing in pain, he was not nearly as badly injured as Xiao Qing had been by her sword.

Xu Xuan realized that it wasn't his problem, nor the monster's problem, but the problem with that sword.

"My sister let me pick one out for self-defense a few days ago."

Very good, that's a very good reason. It's not unreasonable to want to collect a monster that has lived for 1,700 years.

But your version update is faster than mine.

He decisively gave up the main attacking position to Xiaoqing and returned to his familiar support role.

The ensuing battle was almost entirely one-sided.

That divine weapon was so sharp that no great king could withstand it.

After hundreds of rounds of fierce fighting, all of the enemy's armor was cut to pieces, and the demon's body was covered in wounds.

However, it must be admitted that the opponent is indeed quite skilled, with very proficient experience in combat and fighting, and his staff techniques are dazzling to behold.

Two short sticks, gleaming like dragons leaving the black sea. The sword penetrates to the bone, fueling a murderous aura and a fierce roar; blood spills across the sky, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars, leaving no light.

This guy with the Journey to the West art style is really troublesome.

If I were to play again, I would have to temporarily abandon my principles and use some tactics.

This further highlights the importance of a divine weapon and a top-tier magic treasure.

No matter how skillful the technique or how rich the experience, it can't withstand a single, gentle sword strike.

King Benbo could no longer hold on. He lost vat after vat of demon blood and created an opening, sacrificing an arm to jump into the water and escape.

But Xu Xuan had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Do you really think I watched Journey to the West every summer for nothing?
"Cassock, come out!"

A red ribbon flew out from the sleeve, growing longer in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it covered this section of the river without leaving a single gap.

The monster refused to accept defeat and tried its best to tear open a crack, but it only made itself more injured.

"Hmph! Take it!"

Xu Xuan made random hand seals, striking a profound pose.

Despite struggling for a long time, the heavily injured Blackie was still wrapped up like a dumpling and fell directly from the sky, creating a small crater.

The battle is over.

The person was both happy and distressed, realizing that while their Buddhist heart could deceive people, it could not deceive the spiritual power of the Dharma treasure.

This monk stubbornly refused to acknowledge Master Fahai's compassion.

It cannot be refined and can only be used in a simple way.

It can be used to block the road or steal a kill.

Ugh.
If he could refine the golden alms bowl in the Mahavira Hall of the Pure Land School, he would dare to launch a nationwide demon-hunting tour.

It sounds wonderful, but it's unrealistic.

Even the White Lotus Holy Mother couldn't control that golden alms bowl, so I had no chance.

Instead, let's continue to refine the grand idea of ​​using demonic methods to correct wrongdoing.

"Despicable and shameless! One of you only knows how to rely on divine weapons, and the other only knows how to use magic treasures to ambush. If you have the guts, fight me for three hundred rounds!"

Xu Xuan sneered as he looked at the king who was still struggling on the ground.

"I am the junior brother of the acting head of the Pure Land Sect, and she, my sister, is a peerless demon in the human world."

"When you're in the game, you need connections and influence."

"He calls himself the master of the 800-li Dongting Lake, but he's boasting even more than I do."

He picked up his greatsword and pressed it against the monster's head.

Xiaoqing followed suit and drew her sword, placing it on the spot, but accidentally poked it in halfway.

One is not human, the other is not human.

"Come, come, tell me what you water monsters are up to?"

　The first day of release is a special case; normally, it's around 6 PM every day. If you need to take leave, you'll send a leave request one day in advance.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)