The rise of the prehistoric human race

Chapter 482 Duobao: Why is it always me who gets hurt!
Little Bailong, died like this?
Dawei Tianlong Tang Sanzang carefully retracted the nine-ring tin stick, patted his chest, and led the white horse to hide aside, for fear that the giant beast would pounce on him.

On the other hand, the ancient Buddha fearing Liusun and all the Buddhists Jialan and Dharma Guardian King Kong also stared at such a violent Buddhist learner, and some couldn't believe what they saw.

There's something wrong with this style!

What should we do now?
There is nothing wrong with the Buddhist scriptures, but the little white dragon is dead. What is this?
Fearing Liusun loosened his hand, let go of Sun Houzi, carefully inspected the little white dragon, he really lost his breath, and his body was almost stiff.

Afraid of leaving grandson in a mess, this little white dragon died just like this as a part of the great cause of Journey to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures. Did he complete the task assigned by Duobao Tathagata or not?

Does this catastrophe of learning scriptures count?

Who the hell can explain why such a big mistake happened when he restrained Sun Monkey by himself?
Not only was he afraid of keeping his grandson, but even the monkey grandson was a little surprised. How could this cheap master of his own be so fierce all of a sudden?
After pulling the dragon corpse off the ground, Sun Houzi couldn't help giving Tang Sanzang a thumbs up: "Master, you are so fierce!"

Only then did Tang Sanzang realize that he had killed the fierce dragon, and his face was quite bright: "It's a crime, a crime, and I broke the precept of killing?"Sin.
Sumeru Mountain, Leiyin Temple.

Duobao Tathagata gritted his teeth, his face turned blue and red, trying to vent something, but he couldn't find any reason.

Why?
The Journey to the West that I had planned with great difficulty, was shattered like this?

Why is it always me who gets hurt in this journey to the west?

The script I planned was clearly that the little white dragon attacked Tang Sanzang, devoured the white horse, and then was subdued by the monkey grandson. In the end, the little white dragon turned into a white dragon horse, and happily went to the west to learn scriptures with the people on his back, earning merit for himself Luck.

But why, in the normal script, Sun Houzi didn't beat the little white dragon to death with a stick, why did the little white dragon die in the hands of the Buddhist scriptures?
Duobao Tathagata let out a foul breath, and then said coldly: "It's really useless to be afraid of Liusun, a waste. Under his nose, accidents can happen. Pfft!"

Before Duobao Rulai finished speaking, his heart ached and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale for a while.

Under the entanglement of cause and effect, the little white dragon died, or died in the hands of Buddhist scriptures, which was also a huge damage to Duobao Tathagata.

"Tathagata, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Yunxian asked cautiously with worry on her face.

"I'm fine, I'm just angry."

At this time, Duobao Tathagata could only grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. Now that the sutra learner's mount is dead, what should he do?This little white dragon has extraordinary blood, so he can't be resurrected easily like Tang Sanzang.

Little mortals died, so did Yu Tiandao, even if it was reversed, Tiandao would only turn a blind eye and close one eye.

But once this kind of monk dies, it will not be so easy, otherwise the whole six paths of reincarnation will be completely messed up?
No matter how weak the prehistoric world is at this time, they will not sit idly by. By then, don't gain luck, but get boundless karma, and the losses will increase.

In other words, if the little white dragon died, he might have died in vain.
puff!
Duobao Rulai thought of this, but finally couldn't hold it back, a mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, matched with a gloomy and cold expression, it was so infiltrating.

In the West Sea Dragon Palace, Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, was also trembling. Knowing that his blood had fallen, he couldn't help feeling sad, and furiously cursed: "Western Buddhism, how dare you bully me like this!"

At this time, Ao Run didn't know that the death of this little white dragon had something to do with the ancestor of his ancestor dragon.

Although this little white dragon may be taken away by Buddhism, it is still his own child after all, and the tiger poison does not eat its children.

This little white dragon couldn't stay in the Dragon Clan, but was valued by the Buddhist sect to prove the Buddha's fruit status in Journey to the West, but there was no Dragon Clan to stop him. Among them, Ao Run's promotion was also considered to be a way out for the little Bailong. See as much as you can.

But now, everything is over.

Ao Run red with a pair of longan eyes, felt that this matter should not be left as such, and went to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, he wanted to ask the ancestor dragon to make decisions for himself!

The snake coils up the mountain, and the eagle is saddened in the stream.

Fearing Liusun's appearance from the void, he glanced at the dead little white dragon, and shouted at Tang Sanzang with a trace of anger: "Tang Sanzang, as a disciple of Buddhism, you are so vicious to take people's lives. You are guilty!"

As soon as she opened her mouth, the old lady was a bitch, and she took off her big hat first.

If it was placed in the Tang Sanzang in the past, if he was scolded by the fearful grandson Gufo, he would immediately cry bitterly, kneel down to reflect on himself, and cry out his sins.

But Tang Sanzang now not only has doubts about Buddhism and Buddha, but also disdains people who are afraid of leaving grandchildren.

This kind of person can be regarded as a Buddha in Buddhism, so what is it that he has traveled so hard through mountains and rivers to seek the scriptures?
At that moment Tang Sanzang put his palms together, and said in a deep voice: "The poor monk is only saving himself, and he is also helping the white horse, but the action is a bit heavy. The poor monk really needs to reflect on it. For this dragon, he should recite the rebirth mantra silently for a hundred times, and wish him an early ascension to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss." .”

"Absurd words!" Afraid that Liusun saw that Tang Sanzang was confronted with the questioning of this ancient Buddha in the past, he was still arguing with words, and instead of bowing down and admitting his mistake immediately, he contradicted him with words, laughed angrily, and cursed: "Look at you , how can there be any mercy of a monk!"

mercy?

Hearing this, Tang Sanzang not only did not reflect in his heart, but could not help thinking about what this compassion meant.

Why didn't the ancient Buddhas of this Buddhism have any mercy at all, and tortured Buddhist disciples with the cruel method of tightening hoops, but they always talked about mercy?
Among them, it must be wrong!

Tang Sanzang glanced at the ancient Buddha fearing Liusun, and said, "The poor monk's compassion is for the white horse that dismounts, and for himself, but not for an evil dragon that suddenly kills the pedestrians. Isn't the compassion for the wicked? Isn't it cruel to good people?"

"Absurd, where did the Dharma you practice go?" Fear Liusun gritted his teeth and said with an ugly face, "This little white dragon will be your mount for your journey to the west to help you obtain the scriptures as soon as possible, but now you have jumped off it." Beat to death! This white horse with a mortal body, how can it lead you to go through mountains and rivers and go through hardships? If it delays my Buddhist journey to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures, can you take responsibility?"

Hearing this, Tang Sanzang's complexion changed greatly, his brows were deeply frowned, and he couldn't help but ask: "Poor monk, dare to ask, are all living beings unequal in my Buddhist teaching? Why is this white horse not as good as this white dragon?" Aren't they the same?"

Of course not!
But even if he was afraid of keeping his grandson, he couldn't say that.

Fearing that the grandson of the ancient Buddha would be contradicted by Tang Sanzang again and again, he was already furious. At this time, Tang Sanzang heard the words of accountability, and could no longer suppress his anger, clasped his hands together, and made a gloomy noise One sentence: "Amitabha!"

Make you dissatisfied, let you talk back!
(End of this chapter)