If we have to talk about the most dazzling character in Da Qi, Kong Hanan, who is causing trouble everywhere, is not even in the top three.

If you randomly pick up anyone on the street, they will blurt it out without hesitation.

"Confucianism is the sage, Taoism is the supreme, and the first emperor of the Qi Dynasty is the emperor."

Kong Hanan has indeed done a lot, but in comparison, the brilliance of these three people cannot be concealed.

Although Taishang has returned to his throne and no longer appears in the human world, he is still the supreme god and his worship continues.

Similarly, even though the First Emperor died, his prestige could not be erased in a short period of time.

To quote Kong Hanan's previous life, "Even after the death of the First Emperor, his prestige still shocks the different customs." This is no exaggeration.

Although they were different first emperors, the remnants of the major families and countries only dared to make moves in secret.

With such prestige, even if he is just a ghost, it is not possible to liberate him by simply speaking in the Lotus Sutra.

The bedroom was shaken to the point of collapse, with cracks all over the walls and roof.

The golden light emitted from it dispelled the nearby fog.

The palace is now full of unconscious people, but the temporary ghosts from the underworld dare not get close.

After all, they are just temporary workers and their weapons are not as advanced as those of regular workers.

Moreover, the underworld also had to guard against sneak attacks from the Buddhists, so no powerful equipment was brought with them.

In the end, Yu Qin has to handle the battle here by himself.

The nine-clawed golden dragon and the golden Buddha collided again, causing a loud noise.

The bedroom was affected by the aftermath and began to crumble again.

Scattered dust and debris fell down, startling the little emperor and making him scream.

Fahua chanted the Buddha's name and comforted him.

"Your Majesty, rest assured. The palace is safe. I swear to protect Your Majesty until my death!"

Yu Qin sneered.

"It's strange. If it weren't for my support, your Buddhist mind-planting stuff would have been planted in my son's heart long ago, right?"

"Swear to protect until death? Don't you care about your dignity?"

Fahua's body was shimmering with golden light, which was extremely dazzling in the dark night.

"Demons, please don't use your lies to disturb His Majesty's mind. Let's see whether His Majesty trusts you or me!"

The little emperor said quickly.

"Master, help me! Master, help me! I trust you!"

An inexplicable sadness welled up in Yu Qin's heart.

Even though he had experienced countless conspiracies and intrigues from childhood to death and had a heart as hard as iron, he couldn't help but feel sad at this moment.

"My son, you don't even trust your father anymore?"

The little emperor exclaimed.

"You are already dead. Humans and ghosts have different paths. If you really want to do this for my own good, please let me go and reunite with Master Fahua."

"I don't care what he wants to do to me. I'm still alive and I will only stand on the side of the living!"

"Don't forget what you said when you first mentioned the Ghost Country to me!"

The old emperor was silent, and he couldn't help but think of the last scene of his life.

The Taoist Saint was surrounded by enemies all over the world and was trapped in the imperial study. Facing the threat of death, he inexplicably looked much older.

At this moment, he began to understand Dao Sheng's mentality.

Until now, he still has no regrets about his plan for Dao Sheng, because from the overall perspective, he must eliminate the unstable factors within the court.

But he was in the same mood, and the person he trusted didn't trust him. This complicated feeling made him feel depressed and angry for a while.

He shook his dragon robe and the golden dragon roared again, but did not fly out as he wished.

Yu Qin was stunned.

This is?

Fahua exhaled and laughed.

"Evil demon, do you really think that I am the only one in Linzi who belongs to the Buddhist sect?"

The golden Buddha light shone again in the bedroom, but this light did not come from Fahua...

Buddha's light came from the walls, the ground, and the roof, as if the bedroom itself was a Buddhist temple.

The Buddhist chants sounded again all around.

Outside the bedroom, four monks appeared, holding beads and chanting Buddhist scriptures, and slowly walked into the bedroom.

Yu Qin smiled bitterly.

"So it's you guys..."

These were the Buddhist disciples who had plotted against the Dao Saint in the imperial study room in the past...

No wonder no acquaintances came, it was Fahua who came.

At the beginning, he joined forces with these people to plot against the Taoist Saint in the palace.

Now, these people are plotting against him in the palace.

Perhaps this is the retribution from fate?

Fahua once again chanted the Buddha's name.

"As expected of the late emperor, the people's wishes are so strong... I'm afraid the fate of the Great Qi nation rests on you."

"Why not return him to His Majesty?"

The Buddhist chanting was faint and heavy, and the nine-clawed golden dragon let out a mournful cry and shrank into Yu Qin's dragon robe.

Yu Qin was unable to move at this moment.

"Why do you Buddhists suppress the aspirations of the people of Da Qi?"

Fahua smiled.

"It's impossible to suppress it, but the late emperor gave us too many opportunities. It's not just wizards who are tampering with this imperial city..."

Yu Qin smiled bitterly.

If it is said that when the young emperor was still the crown prince, someone secretly plotted to murder him, brought a wizard into the palace, and made some changes to certain formations.

Well, when he was still alive, in order to succeed in his plan and suppress the Taoist saints, he also allowed the Buddhists to make some adjustments in the imperial city.

Is this the retribution that gods and Buddhas talk about...?

But, I have never believed in fate in my life!

The fiery red dragon robe was even darker in color, as if it was burning.

Inside the palace, thousands of soldiers and horses appeared at some point!

They came from the void, as if they had been gathering strength for a long time, and rushed towards the five Buddhists.

It wasn't an illusion, nor was it real, nor was it a ghost...

They seem to exist in the past, yet also seem to come from the future.

The iron-blooded murderous spirit of attacking cities and destroying nations, the unyielding spirit of those who fought one after another...

For a moment, the golden light in the bedroom was suppressed.

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