Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 5 Opportunity
Xu Xuan slept soundly under the moonlight.

At the same time, his soul was still being turned upside down by the sixteen erotic paintings.

And on the other side.

The yamen runners patrolling the streets were idly chatting.

“That bastard Zhang San is usually more arrogant than us. This time he has offended a scholar and is in big trouble.”

"Who can argue with that? Qiantang County is ultimately still under the control of the men."

"But you can't tell from Xu Xiucai's usual behavior. He really shows his guts when it matters."

"That is."

Just as the group was having a good time chatting, someone seemed to have overheard something.

"Hey, did you hear anything?"

"It sounds like a dog barking, but I can't make it out clearly. That's strange."

"It's a bit chilly tonight, let's hurry up and walk a few steps."

The old constable in charge didn't know what was going on. His years of experience patrolling at night told him not to meddle and to just shut up and leave.

Little did they know that right beside them, an invisible dog's head was floating around them.

The strange thing was the size of a human head, with a pair of sinister triangular eyes embedded in them, full of malice. Below its neck, a cloud of gray mist was constantly dissipating.

Seemingly understanding what the constables were saying, it bared its teeth and scurried around the group.

After struggling for a moment, it finally drifted away.

The dog kept whimpering, and upon closer listening, it sounded like Xu Xuan.

They kept shouting as they continued to move forward along the predetermined route.

"Hmph, if the main altar hadn't been destroyed, why would they resort to such unorthodox methods?"

Zhu Wuyong stood silently on the roof, feeling a nameless anger rising within him as he watched the wronged spirit who had guided him so useless.

A moment later, the dog's head drifted to the outside of a small courtyard.

By this time, its final form was already unstable, and gray mist began to spread towards its head.

"Even your soul is so useless, you're a piece of trash!"

Zhu Wuyong emerged from the shadows, removed his hood, and revealed a face so beautiful it could stop a child from crying.

Half of his face looked as if it had been burned and plastered together by a raging fire, squeezing his left eye so that only a slit remained, while the other side was pierced by a scar running from top to bottom.

With his right eye still intact, he opened it and carefully examined the seemingly ordinary courtyard before him, intending to go straight in.

Suddenly, he stopped walking.

Xu Xuan was a scholar.
As if remembering something, I vaguely recalled a scholar holding a tall water clock, dancing like a whirlwind.

Back then, when a fellow disciple was recruiting followers under the guise of a fortune teller, he was exposed by a scholar.

He was then struck by the bronze water clock, which broke his legs and shattered his divine soul at the Day Travel Realm, making it impossible for him to escape. He was then killed on the spot by the black dog's blood that destroyed his true form.

If I hadn't run fast, I might have returned to my hometown of vacuum as well.

So, with a command, the phantom dog head went ahead to scout the way.

Seeing the dog's head, which was about to turn to ashes, rush towards the wooden door and fly inside, he opened his divine eye to look at the clouds in the sky, while silently sensing the situation inside the house.

Above the courtyard, white and slightly bluish clouds swirled, representing the fortune of an ordinary scholar, certainly not protected by the imperial court's fortune.

Such caution stems from fear.

After all, he was a remnant of the White Lotus sect, hated by everyone.

What is the White Lotus Sect?

According to the doctrine, the primordial mother of Taoism, who is the creator of the world, is the embodiment of Tao, and is both the creator and the savior.

Later, out of pity for the people who were drowning in suffering, trapped in the cycle of reincarnation, and enduring all kinds of hardships, she severed the white lotus holy mother's Dharma body and descended to the mortal world. She used the equal and non-action-based Great Way to universally save all sentient beings.

Um.
Firstly, Taoism does not acknowledge the Eternal Mother, but only the Taoist Ancestor.

The Buddhist community does not recognize the Dharma body of the White Lotus Holy Mother, considering her a traitor to the Pure Land School, who usurped Maitreya's great vow and is an enemy of the Buddha.

Confucianism does not acknowledge this, because the mission of scholars is to educate and enlighten all people. If they have all been converted by the White Lotus Sect, then what are they doing?

Does the emperor grant equality to all people?

Kill the nine tribes!
Thirty years ago, Zuo Zixiong, a martial arts expert of the imperial court, Yu Gong, a Confucian knight, Yin Shidan, a Grand Secretary of the Wenyuan Pavilion, and many other masters led a large army to break through the main altar. The current leader of the White Lotus Sect and several Dharma Kings all returned to their hometown of Zhenkong.

The remaining disciples scattered and fled, and over the years they have been executed one after another.

This is the current state of the remnants of the White Lotus movement.

Zhu Wuyong truly couldn't understand what kind of talent and ability the White Lotus Holy Mother had three hundred years ago to create the White Lotus Sect, and what kind of mental state she had to develop such a terrifying doctrine.

They fought against the world single-handedly for over two hundred years; if they hadn't suddenly disappeared, they wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state.

His purpose in coming to Qiantang County this time was to find a certain item that was very important for the cultivation of the sect.

Although similar rumors have appeared hundreds of times, some are traps set by the imperial court, some are fabricated by ordinary people, and some are even traps set by demons.

After all, even evil spirits, demons, and monsters exist among all living beings, therefore...
Even in an era when the Dao is declining and the Demonic is rising, the remnants of the White Lotus sect have no allies.

He was truly exhausted from decades of hiding and fleeing from both the imperial court and the righteous and evil factions. His spiritual practice had stagnated, and everyone was calling for his destruction. Zhu Wuyong was beginning to waver, wondering if the Holy Sect could truly save all sentient beings.

Even though I was so fervent when I first joined the church, and deeply believed in the mission to save the world, time is the most terrible poison in this world.

To prevent my realm from continuing to decline, I've done everything I can.

He couldn't say how much longer he could hold on.

Countless times I've thought that if I still can't find it, I should do what my fellow disciples did and seek refuge with the Blood Demon of the Nether Spring in Mount Shu, and directly perform a blood sacrifice to reopen the path ahead.

What Zhu Wuyong didn't notice was that, as a cultivator at the Day Travel Realm who could control his thoughts, his mind was far too chaotic tonight.

At this moment, Dog Head had already passed through the wall and entered the room, arriving in front of his enemy, Xu Xuan.

Even though all memories had vanished, the final obsession drove this evil spirit to lunge fiercely at the person before it.

The person lying in bed remained oblivious, with a faint white light flashing beneath their eyelids.

Then the wisp of soul turned into green smoke, and Zhang San disappeared completely without anyone knowing.

Ok? !

As he felt the vengeful spirit of his pathfinder dissipate, Zhu Wuyong became somewhat interested.

That piece of trash was indeed useless, but it was unusual that it was broken up so quickly.

For ordinary people, exorcising vengeful spirits is nothing more than the imperial court's fortune, certain rare and precious treasures, ancient artifacts that retain the power of divine souls, and divine weapons, etc.

In short, this trip should be fruitful.

Suddenly, a strange restlessness arose within me, as if a message had been sent from the depths of my being.

On a whim!

The opportunity has arrived!
this.
Since the main altar was destroyed, he has not felt any opportunity for advancement for decades.

Almost instinctively grasping at the feeling, this impulse was firmly locked onto the ordinary little courtyard in front of me.

The thing that could evoke such an impulse in me must be no ordinary being. Could it be...?
With a light leap, he landed in the courtyard, and with a wave of his hand, the tightly closed bedroom door was silently opened.

Zhu Wuyong calmly walked into the house, saying, "By the Holy Mother of the White Lotus, today is the day for me to seize this opportunity."

Standing inside the room, he glanced at Xu Xuan, who was still fast asleep, with a disdainful expression.

"Scholar, back then I entered the capital as a first-place candidate and even met the Emperor in the palace examination, but what can I do now?"

(End of this chapter)