"No, no, your underworld is a Taoist underworld, not a Buddhist underworld. The Taoist Saint has already eliminated my blessings. If I drink your soup, I won't have any memories left. How can I reincarnate in the next life? If you have the guts, send me to the Netherworld. I want to reincarnate there."
Perhaps it was the multiple unsuccessful reincarnations and Kong Hanan's unfathomable nature that completely broke down his psychological defenses.
This time, he revealed a lot of information.
Why does Hengshan have to go to the underworld to reincarnate?
Combined with his background, Kong Hanan made a bold guess.
It seems that Buddhism finally took action against the three realms of the earth, but their power is in the underworld.
Kong Hanan laughed.
"Emperor, don't waste time. If you don't cooperate, we'll have to use force!"
Niu Dou pinched his fingers, making a crackling sound.
"Souls who refuse to drink the Forgetfulness Soup will have their throats slit and be forced to drink it."
Hengshan is now a ball, relying on the seal of the Taoist Saint to act recklessly.
"Slit my throat if you dare!"
Kong Hanan waved his hand, and the will of the underworld responded. He pinched and threw the Hengshan ball into the pot.
"Then I'll have to treat the Emperor to a good drink."
Hengshan made a "gurgling" sound for a while, and after a while, he was lifted up into the air by Kong Hanan.
"Emperor, how does it taste?"
Hengshan’s face appeared in the soul ball, looking confused.
"Who are you? Who am I? What did I just do?"
Kong Hanan sighed.
"You can still talk, then please drink up this pot of forgetfulness soup, Your Majesty."
After saying that, Hengshan was pushed into the pot again.
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