At this moment, an old voice sounded from the sky.
"Hey, are you guys busy? Is this bald monk Hengshan?"
Hengshan let out a muffled groan.
Kong Hanan opened his eyes and was surprised to find that Hengshan had inserted his dagger back into his body.
The veins on his twisted arms were bulging, and it was obvious that he was trying hard to resist some force.
"It's already in, so don't pull it out. Since you like to bend your elbows outward, bend them all the way in and see how it goes."
The old voice came again, but it was not in the sky, as if it was in the distant horizon.
“Crack!”
Hengshan's arms made a crisp sound, and both arms were completely broken inward.
Hengshan was a bachelor, and he just groaned again.
At some point, a thin, short, hunched old man covered with age spots, with white hair and beard, appeared beside Kong Hanan and Hengshan, with his hands behind his back and a sword on his shoulder.
He walked unsteadily, swaying with each step, and slowly circled around the two of them.
"What's going on, Hengshan? Now that you have no Divine Realm, you're planning to take over the Ghost Country? Is that all you can do?"
Kong Hanan felt his whole body lighten and he was able to move again.
Who is this old man?
He had a vague guess in his mind and looked at Confucius behind him.
Kong Sheng and Meng Yu both looked solemn, folded their hands, raised them to their eyebrows, then stretched them out again, bent over and bowed, bowed completely, then knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground. Their movements were coordinated and uniform, exactly the same as the way Kong Hanan had prostrated himself before under the control of Kong Sheng.
"The student has met the teacher."
"I, a humble young man, pay my respects to the Taoist Saint."
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