"We can listen to the story later. I'm curious about the Emperor's current status in the Western Church."
Meng Yu walked up to Kong Hanan and Kong Sheng.
"But it must be very high, so high that it can ignore the rules set by the Dao Saint."
He pulled out the whip from his waist and threw it up casually, just like the nouveau riche Kong Hanan had seen in his previous life, shaking his car keys.
Hengshan smiled and shook his head.
"Fame and fortune are empty to the Buddha, so it's better not to mention my name."
"The Dao Saint is very powerful. I still don't know who he is reincarnated from."
"But the rules of Taoism cannot apply to the Buddha of Buddhism."
The words fell with a hint of anger and severity.
The atmosphere unconsciously became tense.
Kong Hanan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, he stopped chasing me to tell stories.
These two gods and saints are much more difficult to deal with than Li San.
Kong Hanandao didn't notice the tense atmosphere.
He even hoped to see Confucius and Hengshan fighting.
He wanted to see what a high-level battle was like.
But Meng Yu pushed his shoulder.
"Brother Kong, come on, kill him with your sword!"
Kong Hanan: ???
Kong Hanan looked at Meng Yu and Kong Sheng with a question mark on his face.
Is there something wrong?
You are a saint and a disciple of a saint, and you let me swing the sword against a being at the level of a main god.
Are you ashamed?
The two of them looked as if it was their right, and even Hengshan over there didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Kong Hanan suddenly felt that his decision to leave the Ghost Country was wrong.
I originally thought that having a thigh to hug would broaden my horizons.
Unexpectedly, instead of becoming leg hair, I became cannon fodder.
Why do you want me to tell a story one moment and then die the next?
Is this how all Confucianists play?
He even felt like he was dreaming today.
Seeing that the wrinkles on Kong Hanan's forehead had been squeezed out, Hengshan smiled and explained the confusion to Kong Hanan.
"Above the immortals are gods, who control the laws, authority, and great principles. But given Taishan's lazy nature, I'm sure he never told you that there are two kinds of gods."
"The gods who hold the authority of the Great Dao are mostly Lord Gods. However, when Lord Gods fight, it's mostly a game of strategy and spellcasting, which requires a period of preparation and planning."
"So, under the Lord God, there are also guardian gods. The guardian gods have outstanding combat power, but their own control over the Tao is not very strong. They need the Lord God to preach and grant them."
After saying this with a smile, Hengshan pointed at Confucius, who had an innocent look on his face, and then pointed at himself.
"He may be the Lord God, and I am the Lord God. Don't think we are just standing here chatting peacefully. In fact, we are playing a game of chess. They are unable to move, and it is difficult for me to resist."
"Originally, I was hoping to contain him and let Emperor Yan Ting come out to be the knife in my hand, but I never thought that Emperor Yan Ting would be killed by you."
After Hengshan finished speaking, he smiled and sighed.
"No wonder Taishan likes you so much, and the Buddha also looks at you differently. Although you act foolishly, you are always the key to breaking the game."
Kong Hanan was confused.
He looked around but saw nothing.
I looked at myself again, and it seemed that I was not restricted.
He turned around and asked the kind-faced Confucius, "Uncle, is what he said true?"
Confucius smiled and nodded: "What he said is true."
"In Western religion, there's a story about the Buddha being swallowed by a peacock. I wonder if you've heard of it."
Kong Hanan had heard of this story in his previous life.
It is said that the Buddha attained enlightenment on the top of a snowy mountain and cultivated a golden body, but just as he completed it, he was swallowed by a peacock demon.
Later, the Buddha burst out of his belly and named the peacock the Peacock King Bodhisattva.
Kong Hanan had been very puzzled about this matter before. Logically speaking, the Buddha had boundless magical powers and had already cultivated a golden body. After breaking through the realm, not to mention killing everyone, why was he eaten by a peacock?
If the peacock was so strong, why could it escape so easily after its stomach was ripped open by the Buddha?
But Kong Hanan understood what Confucius said.
Because Buddha is the main god.
His magic power and Buddhist teachings were very strong, but his fighting ability was not so good, so he was caught off guard and was swallowed into the peacock's stomach.
No wonder Buddhism has so many Arhats, messengers and Bodhisattvas, and no wonder Taoism also has Dharma protectors.
The Dongyue lineage has four protectors: Ma, Guan, Wen, and Zhao. Among them, Guan and Zhao are the Martial Saint and the God of Wealth who have met Kong Hanan before.
Although the God of Wealth looks like a civil servant, he is always smiling.
But when he ordered Kong Hanan to capture Hengshan's soul, the murderous intent in his narrowed eyes was no less than that of Guan Erye.
I see!
Kong Hanan might not understand the battle between the gods.
But when they met on the first day of Hengshanchu's first meeting, he asked Kong Hanan to tell a story. This must be a means of delaying time or winning over Kong Hanan.
Kong Hanan suddenly realized.
He looked at the sword in his hand and then looked at Hengshan.
"Emperor, please forgive my disrespect, but I'm going to take action now."
Hengshan sighed, but still smiled.
"Boy, think carefully. Although the Lord God's combat power is not strong, it is not something you can kill at your level."
As soon as these words were spoken, Kong Hanan felt a pressure coming towards him. This pressure was very strong. Although it was not as fierce as the Martial Saint of the past, it suffocated him.
"Hey, Han An, how can you be so disrespectful to the Emperor? You need to be polite."
The voice of Confucius rang in my ears.
Kong Hanan felt the spring breeze on his face again, and his whole body felt relaxed. All the previous pressure disappeared without a trace.
He held the sword and strode towards Hengshan.
"My child, the Buddha values you very much, so don't make mistakes."
Hengshan's face was calm and kind, but Kong Hanan suddenly felt that his whole body was plunged into coldness again and he could not move at all.
"Han An, the Emperor is always an elder. Please kowtow to him before sending him off."
Kong Sheng's voice was still as elegant and easy-going as ever, but Kong Hanan felt as if he had lost control of his body.
He was very well-behaved. He held his right hand, which was holding the dagger, with his left hand, bowed, and then knelt on the ground, prostrating himself before Hengshan.
Well, Kong Hanan finally realized that the two great gods were fighting him.
What a pity, since Kong Hanan came into this world, not even the Emperor Dongyue had ever received his prostration, but the first time it was given to someone else.
But as soon as he knocked his head, all the pressure from Hengshan disappeared.
A trace of panic finally appeared on Hengshan's face, and he could no longer keep smiling.
"Han'an, don't forget what I just said, you and my Buddha are destined to be together!"
Kong Hanan stood up, stretched his arms and legs, and looked around.
Hey, no response.
He laughed and raised the dagger in his hand.
"Emperor, shall I send you on your way?"
Hengshan rebuked him harshly, "Donor Kong, you need to think clearly. You are the one holding the knife. Don't become the knife in someone else's hands!"
"You are unable to control the laws of your sword now, and Shao Siming's divine power is not enough to support you in killing me. If you force yourself to use your laws, I may be fine, but you will definitely die!"
"It's not too late to stop and leave now."
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