"woman?"
The Night King hadn't expected this outcome. He frowned and asked again, "Are you sure you saw a Buddhist temple, and not some other similar organization?"
As a zombie, the Night King naturally had great fear of Buddhism, and thus knew quite a bit about it. Of course, he was well aware that Buddhist temples never accepted female disciples, and women were generally not allowed to move around freely inside.
But now they're telling him that not only are there no monks in Buddhist ceremonies, but women are actually in charge, which is really strange.
No matter how I think about it, this doesn't seem to be the Buddhism I imagined.
Therefore, the Night King wondered if it might not be Buddhism at all, but rather some kind of organization that originally belonged to this world, only that it looked similar.
"At first, we didn't believe it either, so we went to the Buddhist temple to check it out ourselves."
The subordinate shook his head and said, "Only when we enter the Buddhist temple can we confirm that it is indeed Buddhism. The golden Buddha is exactly the same as the one we saw in China."
"That's really strange. Who exactly brought Buddhism into this world?"
The Night King frowned, his face full of apprehension. "We absolutely cannot allow Buddhism to develop, otherwise it will pose a huge threat to our Corpse Clan."
There's nothing more upsetting than finally defeating the local gods and demons only to find yourself controlled by Buddhism.
"Then what do you intend to do, Your Highness?" the subordinate asked.
"Where's Yin'er?"
At this moment, the Night King suddenly realized that the girl had not returned with him.
"Miss said she wants to stay in the Holy Land for a while and will come back in three days."
The subordinate had already been instructed on what to say before returning. As long as the Night King didn't use a forceful interrogation method, it was permissible for him to tell some lies. "After all, one day in the Divine Realm is equivalent to a year in the Holy Realm, so she can have more fun."
"This person doesn't know anything else, but is most interested in playing."
Although the Night King's words sounded like a reproach, his tone was full of affection. He shook his head helplessly and said, "When you go down later, remember to keep an eye on Miss and don't let her get hurt by those Buddhists."
"Yes, your subordinate will do everything in his power to protect Miss, even at the cost of his life," the subordinate replied loyally.
"Yes, also."
Upon hearing this, the Night King nodded in satisfaction and continued, "As for Buddhism, it must be nipped in the bud. I will send an army to you to immediately go down to the mortal realm and destroy all Buddhist temples. Make sure to clean it up completely, eradicate it completely, and leave no future trouble!"
"Yes, I will definitely do a great job."
This is already considered an important task. If it can be done well, then promotion and advancement are just around the corner, so the subordinates are naturally very happy.
He felt that this time, the middle-aged man in the jersey had really arranged an excellent job for him.
"Strategist, we'll be going to help with the siege later. How many people do you think we should send to the mortal realm?"
After speaking, the Night King turned to look at the strategist zombie, waiting for his reply, "We have limited time and must make the best arrangements; we cannot afford to waste any."
"I think it would be sufficient to send people from the middle class to the mortal realm."
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