"Actually, it's not your fault that the matter of the late emperor has been delayed for so long. You said before that you wanted to deal with this matter first, but I refused."

"At that time, there was a reason..."

Confucius sighed.

"I have failed the late emperor. I was unable to protect him. After all, I am not as good as my teacher, whose Taoism is unparalleled."

"But the late emperor's fame was only accorded to his two sons..."

"So, he values ​​the two children very much. When the eldest prince caused trouble at the border, you couldn't take him away no matter what."

Kong Han felt relieved and nodded.

"I understand, it's okay uncle."

Confucius’s meaning was very simple. The old emperor was protecting his own son, so Confucius wanted to deal with the eldest prince first and then send the old emperor away.

Kong Hanan could understand Confucius's concerns.

The old emperor had been a powerful figure throughout his life. When he arrived in the underworld, no matter his strength or determination, he would not be willing to be an ordinary ghost.

Think of Cancong, wearing a python robe.

And there is Ying Si.

If the Great God of Destiny had not separated his soul, he would probably be the big boss in the Liyang Mausoleum.

With the time difference between the human world and the underworld, the old emperor could easily gain a foothold in the underworld and acquire some power.

Kong Hanan was also willing to give him enough trust.

By then, the court of Da Qi would probably find it even more difficult to deal with the eldest prince.

In more serious cases, conflicts may also occur between Confucius and the underworld.

Of course, this concern is based on too many coincidences, and the facts may not develop in this way.

However, whether Confucius' decision was right or wrong is no longer important.

The eldest prince's head has been twisted by the witch god, and the witch god no longer exists.

In fact, that was the best time to deal with the old emperor.

But without Meng Yu, Kong Sheng couldn't contact Kong Hanan...

Kong Hanan watched Taishang return to his position, then turned around and reconciled with his own soul, then flew up to the sky at lightning speed.

After that, we couldn’t get in touch with him anymore.

Kong Sheng has already taken all the blame, so Kong Hanan naturally won't bother bringing up this topic anymore.

He wiped his nose and asked casually.

"Now, is the late emperor ready?"

Confucius gave a bitter smile.

"The late emperor's resentment has become even stronger..."

Kong Hanan looked weird and blinked.

"Then... no one in the court is considering it. Should we find someone else to perform the salvation?"

Kong Hanan is not afraid of trouble, the main thing is...

The old emperor's body has been kept there for half a year. This is really fucked up.

Even Confucius insisted on letting him come because he wanted to keep the wealth within the family.

Are the young prince and his cronies in the court really not in a hurry to ascend the throne?

Even if they are not in a hurry to ascend the throne, how can the people in the palace sleep well with a fierce ghost in the imperial city?

In this world, Kong Hanan's underworld is not the only one that is good at catching ghosts.

The Lord of Mercy built his career on this.

Not to mention Buddhism.

In recent times, the underworld and Buddhism have been in conflict not only in the underworld and the ghost world.

In the human world, business conflicts often arise with Buddhism.

Both sides are fighting over the ghost.

If the little prince was anxious and invited a great monk, perhaps the problem would have been solved long ago.

Confucius sighed.

“You’ll know when you get there.”

"See that house up ahead? That's it."

It is hard to imagine that there would be a very simple one-story bungalow in such a luxurious palace.

And this "bungalow" was also the center of power of the former Great Qi.

The old emperor was old and seldom attended court. Most of his daily government affairs were handled in the imperial study.

Of course, this simplicity is only relative to other buildings in the imperial city.

It's like an unpolished jade hidden in a pile of gold.

Kong Hanan looked down from the sky. The buildings of the entire imperial city faintly guarded the imperial study, as if this was the center of the imperial city.

The words of Confucius also confirm this point.

Kong Hanan slowly descended while listening to Kong Sheng's sigh.

"This place was once the safest place in Da Qi."

"It's just a pity..."

The layout against the Taoist Saint that day was also formed here.

Needless to say, Taoism and Confucius, Buddhists and wizards also gained permission to enter the imperial city.

Everything is done to restrain the old man.

As a result, the safest place in Da Qi was damaged, and the founding emperor of Da Qi also died there.

Thinking of what the Taoist Saint said when he returned to his position, Kong Hanan couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"Why bother with that...wouldn't it have been better if we had just spoken out at the time?"

Confucius smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Impossible..."

"The Confucianists want to deify God, the Witch God wants to use this incident to cause unrest in the Great Qi, and the Buddhists hope to officially spread their teachings in the Central Plains...

The immortals in the Daoist sect also wanted to break the master's blockade, gain more followers in the human world, and force the master to ascend to heaven and return to his throne."

"But the imperial court also has its own demands. For the sake of your majesty, I will not elaborate. You can ask the late emperor yourself..."

In fact, this is also the question Kong Hanan wanted to ask the old emperor. Since Kong Sheng is unwilling to say it, he can just ask it later.

The auspicious clouds landed, and Kong Hanan looked at the imperial study in front of him, his expression becoming uncontrollably weird.

In fact, he had already noticed something unusual during the landing.

But at this moment, looking from the ground, this strange feeling was even stronger.

"The one here was once the founder of the Great Qi, the wise and powerful Human Emperor who unified the world?"

Kong Hanan couldn't help but ask...

In the imperial study in front of me, there are portraits of gods and Buddhas, hanging Buddhist beads, and Taoist swords of monks.

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