"Yes."
Xia Yue turned his head, looking at the monk with white hair and beard before him: "I don't trust you."
"Because of religion?"
"Yes."
"Then what about those four Daoist priests?"
Zen Master Huizhao gently shook his head: "If you want to talk about religion, they're also a religion. If you want to talk about the issues from ancient times to now, like land occupation and extorting wealth... hasn't Dragon Tiger Mountain done these things? Their traditions have lasted a thousand years, and during the feudal dynasty, they were even more excessive than us."
"They're a native religion, are you?"
"We..."
Xia Yue, however, didn't let Huizhao say any more and directly interrupted: "Besides, they pledged allegiance. Did you?"
"..."
Zen Master Huizhao was suddenly stunned, then frowned.
Obviously.
This was something he didn't expect.
After a long while.
He organized his words and asked: "May I ask what has happened recently?"
"What do you think?"
