Especially "Journey to the West", which worships Buddhism and suppresses Taoism.

In this world where Taoist monks are in power, continuing to speak is tantamount to seeking death.

So besides being busy, he also kept delaying Li San's request, and it even turned into "One Thousand and One Nights" in the end.

However, there are currently no Buddhist disciples in Middle-earth, and these stories can only be circulated among his own subordinates.

How did the Buddhists in Sindhu hear about this?!

Perhaps guessing what Kong Hanan was thinking, the Emperor Nanyue laughed and said, "Lord Kong, you wouldn't think that my Buddha has no power of his own in the underworld, right?"

Kong Hanan narrowed his eyes.

This didn't kill anyone, but it hurt my heart.

Provoking Kong Hanan to doubt his own men...

Oh, the Buddha still underestimated me. They are my brothers who have been through thick and thin with me. How could I doubt them?

When I get back, I'll pick out a few Sindhu prisoners and throw them into the extremely cold hell, just for fun and to liven up the atmosphere.

Confucius interrupted at this time.

"Han An, what story would interest even the Buddha of Western religion?"

Kong Hanan was overwhelmed.

Confucianism is now competing with Taoism for the right to speak in Da Qi.

At present, it seems that Buddhism has infiltrated the Great Qi State and is trying to gain a certain status.

Telling this story would only add fuel to the fire! ?

Kong Hanan pretended to be silly, scratched his head, secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled.

"Uncle, these are just some strange stories I dreamed about. They are not worth mentioning."

Confucius has a kind face.

"Given your current level of cultivation, being able to dream about these things must be a sign. Why don't you tell me about it?"

Say, what should I say?

Kong Hanan’s current success is due to the support of Taoist gods.

If Kong Hanan dared to speak, not to mention the Great Emperor and other main gods, then the sword of the Martial Saint Guan Erye might be faster than Kong Hanan's mouth.

Damn it, what should I do?

No, I see ghosts every day, but they’re never this difficult to deal with!

Kong Hanan hasn't sweated so much in a long time since he started practicing.

Under the gaze of this divine and holy being, he began to sweat profusely again.

At the critical moment, Meng Yu, who was somewhat similar to Kong Hanan, spoke unexpectedly and rescued Kong Hanan.