I, Kong Qiu! Taking Sun Wukong as My Disciple from the Start

My name is Kong Qiu. I'm nine feet tall, and the muscles on my back form the character “virtue.” I only wanted to keep my head down and teach, but right after I took on a disciple, he told me his name was Sun Wukong? What the hell, is this the Journey to the West? Are the gods and Buddhas in the heavens trying to use my disciple as a pawn? Kong Qiu was furious. He decided to teach this bunch of immortals and Buddhas a lesson with his “righteous aura.” Guanyin: “Insolent mortal! You dare disrupt the karmic order of Buddhism? Prepare to die!” Kong Qiu sighed, then slapped Guanyin's Dharma form into the Eastern Sea with a backhand. Space shattered inch by inch. “Confucius does not speak of the supernatural.” “When I haven't given you permission to speak, keep your mouths shut!” When Kong Qiu crushed Tathagata's twelve-petal lotus throne, the Three Realms finally understood what a true “Confucian Sage” was!