"If they were doing well over there, I wouldn't even have planned to use them, but they were all given to that bastard Tathagata..."
Kong Hanan was stunned for a moment and raised his head.
He wanted to say something to comfort the old man in front of him, but he didn't know how to say it.
It turns out that the god Tai Shang is still different.
Thousands of words come together into one word.
"teacher……"
The old man shook his head.
"Forget it, I won't say anymore. You know, I used to be very idealistic, so my plans were bound to have flaws..."
"I know you don't crave fame, but sometimes, the heavens need gods like you who still have some humanity."
"Taishan was once like this, but unfortunately, he has been reincarnated..."
"Go down to the mortal realm. Aren't you worried about your men? Your anxiety is written all over your face."
Kong Hanan didn't expect that the old man really saw through his thoughts. For a moment, he felt ashamed of his previous temper.
He lowered his head and exclaimed softly.
"Teacher, I'm sorry..."
"Hey!"
The old man chuckled again.
"I owe you this apology?"
"Besides dealing with the miscellaneous matters in the underworld, it's time for you to go meet your uncle."
"He's almost leaving..."
"Go see him one last time."
Speaking of this, the old man's tone was full of complexity.
Kong Hanan couldn't help but feel complicated.
Although their ideologies differed, Confucius did make contributions to the human race.
Watching Confucius come to the end of his life is like watching the helmsman of a ship choose to perish with the ship.
"By the way, didn't you ask me who the person in the dream was?"
"Your uncle will take you to a place, and then you will know."
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