When the birthday banquet was over, the strange pressure that had been suppressing the monks quietly disappeared, and then the monks hurriedly found an excuse to leave the banquet hall. However, when they came to the street, the Nanman Song and Dance Troupe had disappeared without a trace.

"Master, that monster escaped!"

A younger monk spoke up, while the older monk clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha……"

For this group of monks, their luck is quite bad. They came from the Western Buddhist Kingdom and came to the Han Dynasty to preach. Of course, another reason for this group of monks to come here is that they learned that there is a very magical technology here that can print texts on a large scale.

For Buddhists, Buddhist scriptures are also an important part of spreading their teachings, which is why they travel thousands of miles to come here.

Of course, these monks had no idea of ​​buying. They originally hoped to follow the upper-class route like other places, talk about scriptures and doctrines with officials and nobles here, guide them to devote themselves to Buddhism, and then "beg for alms". However, what these monks did not expect was that they encountered unexpected difficulties as soon as they arrived here.

First of all, their idea of ​​taking the upper-level route was not feasible at all, because the Han Dynasty law stipulated that no member of the cabinet could believe in religion. So when the officials heard that they wanted to talk to them about gods and Buddhas, they simply refused to let them in. Although they wanted to preach to the people on the street, they would be driven away by the urban management because according to the law, religious people could only preach at designated locations after applying, and were not allowed to spread religion in public places.

So, with no other options left, the monks had to apply. However, they were told that they did not meet the requirements because applying for religious preaching and monasticism required a "workplace address", and these wandering monks did not even have a place to live, so where would they get a work place to work from?

It was the first time that these monks felt so desperate.

They couldn't understand why this country seemed so strict about religion, knowing that they were treated with courtesy in other places. And this was not just from the upper class, even among the common people, most people had no interest in the preaching of these monks, and sometimes even asked questions that made them feel embarrassed...

In response to this, Fang Zheng said, do you think my compulsory education and literacy program for more than a hundred years is fake?

Dialectical materialism is the most useful method for dealing with the religious sophistry of you idiots. You want to preach, but what's the point of preaching if you can't even convince the people you are preaching to?

Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that this group of monks came into contact with Mr. Shen's wife, and the old lady was obviously very interested in the Buddhist teachings they were talking about. So they took the opportunity to get closer to her and proposed to borrow a place temporarily so that they could preach to the public.

However, the monks were then told in despair that all land in the Han Dynasty belonged to the state, and no one was allowed to change the land use without authorization. If you want to apply, you must go through the procedures yourself...

At this moment, the monks were really desperate. They deeply felt how difficult it was to "prove that your father is your father" - only formal religious institutions could apply for sermons, and formal religious institutions needed to provide legal proof to prove their identity, and legal proof required that you owned your own religious land before you could apply, and only formal religious institutions were eligible to apply for land use change for religious land...

At this moment, the monks felt some kind of indescribable malice coming from somewhere...

They even thought about building one themselves in the deep mountains and forests, but they were told again that any building built without permission would be considered illegal and forcibly demolished...

This country is too harsh!

In the eyes of these monks, this harsh country is simply hell! However, the more so, the more they have a firm belief in making the people of this country believe in Buddhism. They also have magical powers, so they naturally see the underworld divided by Fang Zheng. In their eyes, this is the eighteen levels of hell mentioned by Buddha, but there is no heaven for rebirth in paradise. This also makes these monks determined to save the people of this country from the sea of ​​suffering, so that they can be reborn in paradise and go to the Western Paradise to feel the compassion of our Buddha!

Fortunately, Fang Zheng didn't hear this, otherwise he would have transformed into an immortal team and gone to the West Heaven to pin Tathagata to the ground and burn him to death.

Anyway, he has burned many gods and Buddhas to death, so one more won’t make a difference.

Of course, it seems to be just a matter of time.

Today, when they saw the Southern Barbarian Dance Troupe at the birthday banquet of the Shen family master, the monks thought the time had come. Although these Southern Barbarian monsters had a unique way to hide their evil spirits, they were still very good at slaying demons and naturally saw through their disguises immediately.

Originally, this group of monks thought this was a good opportunity. Although they didn't know why these monsters came here, they knew that the monsters were obviously bad, so they tried to force them to show up, and then show the Buddha's boundless magic power to suppress them, which also showed the Buddha's great deeds to others.

However, he was stopped.

Silently.

It was not the work of evil spirits. At that time, everyone felt a powerful pressure that was comparable to that of the Buddha. However, unlike the Buddha, this pressure was so overbearing that they had no way to resist it. Fortunately, the other party did not intend to do anything to them and disappeared after the Nanman Song and Dance Troupe left.

It seems that in this country, spreading the Dharma and preaching the sutras is more difficult than imagined.

Although the leading monk didn't say anything, it was hard to understand. He should have been warning them before. Although I don't know why, but... it seems that the situation is much more dangerous than I imagined.

Fang Zheng didn't care about what these monks thought. Just as these monks had encountered, when designing the system, Fang Zheng deliberately added various restrictions at the religious level. These restrictions were only a small trouble for the local religions, but extremely difficult for any foreign missionaries. It was basically equivalent to a dead loop of program logic.

Although cultural exchange is necessary, Fang Zheng adopts a completely closed-door policy on the religious level. After all, in his opinion, no matter what foreign religion it is, there is no need for it to take root in this land.

What these monks did had not yet crossed Fang Zheng's bottom line, so he would not care. If it did, it would not matter, because at that time Fang Zheng would directly launch the Doomsday Twilight War against the Western Gods.

After all, the idiot missionaries are all subordinates. They will be useless after killing the boss, right?

At this time, the Nanman Song and Dance Troupe, which had escaped the disaster, also returned to their base.

"I never thought that those bald guys would come here!"

The leading man angrily slammed the table, causing a muffled "bang" sound.

"I thought I had escaped them!"

"But didn't someone help us? That means we are still safe in this country."

Another bronze-skinned woman in a bikini also spoke uneasily.

"Although I heard that the Han Dynasty is a country that is very open to monsters, we are foreign monsters after all..."

"But Captain, are we going to keep hiding like this?"

At this time, the peacock that appeared as a pet in the chorus suddenly opened its mouth and spoke in human language - obviously, this chorus was not ordinary.

"Anyway, this is the only thing we can do..."

The monsters below were discussing and didn't notice Fang Zheng above. At this moment, Fang Zheng learned more or less about the origins of these monsters from their words. They seemed to be monsters originally from the southern barbarians, and went to the Han Dynasty to seek refuge because of the bald donkey religion. However, since these monsters were wild after all, they naturally didn't know that the monsters in the Han Dynasty had already been formally managed, so they wanted to follow the rules of wild monsters and live among the people.

However, at this moment, the other party suddenly changed the subject.

"But is it really okay to continue like this? I know that the Black Dragon has recruited a lot of monsters and said that it wants to build a kingdom of monsters and attack the Han people... If this place becomes a battlefield, wouldn't it be even worse?"

However, as soon as the man finished speaking, he saw the faces of the people around him suddenly changed, which made him a little confused. Before the man could think about anything else, Fang Zheng's voice came quietly from behind him.

"I am very interested in this news. Can you tell me more about it?"

“Who is it?!”

The man was obviously also a monster. The moment he heard Fang Zheng's voice, he immediately jumped up and spread his hands in the air. Then he was seen to quickly transform into a huge white tiger - and the next moment, it seemed as if it was slapped by a transparent giant hand and fell directly to the ground, lying on the ground with a "bang".

In fact, it wasn't just him. Almost all the members of the Nanman Song and Dance Troupe fell to the ground under Fang Zheng's dragon power, with only one exception.

"You must be the boss behind this dance troupe."

Fang Zheng crossed his arms and looked at the girl standing in front of him. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing ordinary southern barbarian clothes and brown skin. She looked no different from the naughty kids of the same age in the countryside who always liked to run around in the fields. However, under the suppression of Fang Zheng's dragon power, she was the only one who could still stand here, which was enough to explain the problem.

When the girl heard Fang Zheng's question, she smiled slightly.

"I never thought you could see through me. You are truly worthy of being called the Han monster. I admire you."

"I am..."

Hearing this self-proclaimed name, Fang Zheng's eyes twitched slightly.

Miss, are you the legendary Child-Fairy of Tianshan?