Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 79 The Dharma name has been decided
Ruoxu pondered this carefully in the Ancestral Hall, wondering if it had been too hasty of him to accept him as a disciple.

After that, the matter of shaving one's head was never mentioned again.

Severing all three thousand afflictions is merely a way to help those who are not deeply versed in Buddhism. My junior brother's great wisdom has been personally certified by the gods of the underworld and the great demons of the human world, so naturally it is unnecessary.

The two brothers tacitly agreed on these issues and began to seriously deceive their patriarch.

The old monk didn't say anything, letting the two brothers fool around.

After this bumpy ceremony was over, the main event that Xu Xuan was looking forward to began.

Experience, magic weapon, Buddhist name.

I'm about to evolve!
“Junior brother, open up the Pure Land and accept baptism.”

A golden light shone at his feet, and the old monk, who was as still as a block of wood, took a second look.

He shook his head slightly, as if to say, "Is this all that deserves the many strange phenomena we just witnessed?"

Before them, the image of the Eastern Dharma Protector Bodhisattva burst forth with dazzling golden light, and fragments of enlightenment were being transmitted to the Pure Land of Buddhist disciples.

The Bodhisattva scriptures, thoroughly expounding their essential meanings, are widely known, and their teachings govern the ten directions. Countless Buddhas jointly protect and cherish them.
In an instant, Xu Xuan seemed to transform into a tiny golden figure.

Various wondrous methods unfolded in my heart, further amplified by the image of the white lotus.

If we didn't seize such an exceptionally favorable opportunity, wouldn't that be against all reason?

The Pure Land is expanding little by little, a speed that moves Xu Xuan, inspires Ruoxu, and brings tears to the eyes of the old monk.

Finally, when they were three feet away from each other, the experience points simply couldn't keep up.

"Good, good, good! Junior brother, you've made rapid progress and are one step closer to achieving enlightenment."

If Ruoxu's praise was sincere, Xu Xuan accepted it with a smug look on his face.

Extending three feet from the feet, according to S=πr, the area reaches an astonishing 3.14 square meters.

It only took half a year to go from a grain of sand to this pure land. If we calculate it this way, catching up with the ancestral pure land is just around the corner.

The old monk almost suddenly attacked and injured someone.

Have you and your fellow disciples fallen into demonic possession?

Since the founding of the Pure Land School, no one has ever had such a small Pure Land.

Any one of them!
Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha.
Unexpectedly, I harbored anger in the Ancestral Hall, which caused my spiritual path to decline and my demonic influence to increase.

Hmm. The old monk was absolutely right.

"Junior brother, next, please ask the patriarch to bestow a Dharma name that reflects your heart and uses great power to evolve into countless paths of enlightenment."

"Your Dharma name is whatever you feel in your heart."

Xu Xuan said he understood; it was just a multiple-choice question, something he was really good at in school.

Ruoxu turned around and bowed to the image of the Bodhisattva.

A beam of golden light shot out from the golden body's fingers and landed directly on Xu Xuan.

In an instant, a multitude of life's illusions are reflected.

The first twenty-odd years passed in a flash. She was born, entered elementary school, lost both her parents, passed the preliminary examination, became a scholar, and entered the academy. Bai Lian was hidden perfectly.

The key lies in understanding the Buddha.

The scene depicts constant natural disasters and man-made calamities.

Powerful clans seized land amidst the chaos, while academic cliques began to stifle thought. They kept the world ignorant, impoverished, and corrupt, with no chance of redemption.

The darkness in people's hearts triggered a great calamity, causing demons to run rampant, resulting in widespread suffering and even affliction for the academy.

The scholar, enraged by bloodshed, became possessed by a demon, wielding the Seven Stars Big Dipper Sword to slaughter all before him. In the Pure Land, life and death flowed, sweeping away all evil spirits and wicked people in the world.

Later, he used his magic to interfere in human affairs, burning down the grand mansions of the wealthy and powerful with a single fire and slaughtering powerful clans with a single sword.

Acting as the Imperial Preceptor, he forcibly altered the rules of this world, thus initiating the calamity of the end times.

“This is the lord of the Paranirmitavasavartin Heaven, and he shall be executed.”

The old monk spoke, his opinion of this lay disciple changing, and he considered whether to suppress him now.

If it's uncertain, it's just one of the possibilities for the future. Actually, he had this idea back then, but he almost did.

Xu Xuan, upon seeing this, would certainly not choose this path; no one could do so much work by themselves.

For something like this, we need to establish an action plan and then organize everyone to form some kind of organization.

Don't overthink it. Next!
The scene shifts again, and the righteous path declines while the demonic path rises, the world suffers a calamity, and Buddhism weakens.

There was a monk who chopped wood for three years, carried water for three years, and secluded himself in meditation for three years.

Just then, evil spirits were wreaking havoc, causing the earth to churn for thousands of miles, and the sea to overflow, threatening to engulf the boundless land. Calamity hung in the sky, and hundreds of millions of people suffered in despair.

The monk broke through his seclusion, burning his divine soul and magical power to actively enter the tribulation. With great magical power, he moved mountains and filled seas, suppressing thousands of demons on the Golden Mountain, ensuring peace in the world. In the end, his soul was scattered and he passed away by the river.

"Ignoring the calamities and tribulations that befall him from the human realm, he uses the power of the Great Law to save the world; this is true compassion."

The old monk was delighted. If so, this child would be a blessing to Buddhism.

Xu Xuan felt a chill in his heart; this choice shouldn't have been made.

He had a long chat with Teacher Bai a few days ago.

No, absolutely not!
Next!
The screen changes again.

Heaven and earth are in chaos, immortals and gods have vanished, reincarnation has collapsed, demons wreak havoc, and people's hearts have sunk into a ghostly realm.

The young scholar sat atop Nanshan Mountain, observing the changes in the world for many years.

One day, a weathered scholar knelt before him, weeping helplessly.

"Master Xu, Xie Yu is dead, as are Cai Chen and Ji Rui."

The three thousand strands of afflictions are severed in the gentle breeze; the blue robe transforms into a white robe, and the monk enters the human world.

We use the power of law to subdue demons, use thought to save the world, and use the Pure Land to establish order.

The old monk was satisfied; this path was the path to salvation.

If he frowns, something's wrong with his junior brother.

More and more people, more and more practitioners, followed the white-robed monks to slay demons, quell floods, plant rice seedlings, learn principles, and stabilize the world.

Lotus flowers bloomed wherever the monk went, and he walked step by step into the capital.

The golden dragon of fortune roared, and the color of the lotus flower was...
Xu Xuan was greatly surprised.

The golden light shattered instantly, and he looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

He forced out a Buddhist chant despite the gazes of the two people beside him.

"Amitabha Buddha, compassionate savior of the world, unafraid of karmic consequences."

"When one cultivates great abilities and possesses boundless magical power, one should practice great supernatural powers that can cause seas to crack and mountains to collapse."

"This humble monk is Fahai."

Dang~~~~
The bronze bell in the main hall rang again, its sound like thunder, carrying the majesty and power of Buddhism that shook countless beings.

After Master Fahai finished speaking, he was filled with despair, ultimately unable to escape this calamity.

Choose one of the three: Hevajra, White Lotus Saint Father, or Fahai.

Choosing to remain at the Donglin Temple, the ancestral home of the Pure Land School, is a life-or-death decision.

We can only choose the lesser of two evils. Fahai can still be saved, but the other two are simply contributing to the Pure Land sect's achievements. They will really be thrown into the Southern Wilderness volcano by their senior brother and suppressed to death.

The old monk felt a little regretful, wondering why they didn't choose the third path, since they had already achieved a state of "lotus blossoms at every step," displaying the demeanor of a Buddha.

If the path forward could be successfully paved, it could help the Pure Land School reach a new level. What a pity, what a pity.

Then he repented for his greed, and repeatedly lamented that the evil had subsided and the desire had increased.

If it's empty, then it feels strange.

“Fahai. He sounds powerful and domineering, which is to your liking.”

"Alright, come with me to the Stele Forest to retrieve the magic treasure."

Three days later, Instructor Xu returned to the academy he had always been loyal to.

She looks healthy, but she's in a bad mood.

"Senior brother, I'm going back to prepare my lessons."

"Junior Brother Fahai, is something on your mind?"

"No, I'm just feeling refreshed."

　After gathering numerous Dharma names and based on the statistics, I declare Fahai the winner!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)