The rise of the prehistoric human race

Chapter 510

"Okay!" Tang Sanzang saw that Monkey King and Zhu Bajie were about to fight, so hurry up.

But the two still refused to accept it and stared at each other, obviously they still wanted to compete.

Seeing Zhu Bajie's defeat, the monkey grandson would not be polite, so how could he give in?

And Zhu Bajie was already dissatisfied with Bi Mawen, if he hadn't been attacked by someone before, the outcome might not be certain.

What's more, Zhu Bajie didn't want to embark on the path of learning Buddhist scriptures. If he didn't see that Tang Sanzang seemed to be able to teach him how to solve major problems in life, he wouldn't even be called a master. How could he take on this burden now?
No way!

Seeing this state, Tang Sanzang was speechless, and asked in puzzlement: "Wukong, this burden is not heavy, why are you so resistant?"

When there were only her and Wukong before, Wukong had the guts but there was no problem at all. How come there are so many troubles now that there are more than one person?

Sun Wukong grinned: "Master, I'm the first to get started, how can I be a senior brother? How can a senior brother carry the burden, and the junior brother will go to the theater empty-handed, good or bad. No matter what today, this burden will have to be carried by this pig's head. A defeated man , I’m too lazy to be lazy, heh.”

"Bah!" Zhu Bajie was indignant, but he didn't bother to find a reason, and said disdainfully: "I have a backache and I can't carry heavy loads. You, Bi Mawen, do it yourself."

"You pig spirit, court death!"

Sun Houzi almost went berserk, and he had to kill this reckless pig spirit again, otherwise others would think that he, the Monkey King, was easy to mess with.

"Okay, okay, you don't recite."

Tang Sanzang was completely speechless. He took the burden and put it on the topaz horse. It was such a light thing that he couldn't figure out why two disciples who could go to heaven and earth were doing this.

Sun Houzi and Zhu Bajie glanced at each other, but they stopped arguing.

In Tang Sanzang's eyes, this was just a light burden.

But in the eyes of Sun Houzi and Zhu Bajie, this thing is called face.

Whoever recited it bowed his head. Even if the two had another fight, it wouldn't be like this.

It's the real Huanglong who was playing soy sauce on the side innocently, but he has become a mount, so what face is there, let's bear it.

"Bajie, if your waist is injured, you can't even carry such a light burden, but you have to take good care of it." Tang Sanzang put the burden away, ready to comfort his disciples, and persuaded his disciples earnestly: "This waist is not good. Well, how can you get married in the future, hey."

puff!
Hearing this, Zhu Bajie almost staggered and slipped to the ground, why did he just casually find such a reason, isn't this a trick to himself?
By the way, this cheap master is really a monk?
But immediately, Tang Sanzang continued: "If you have a bad waist, you won't be able to work, just like in Gao Lao Village, if you can't work, you will be rejected by others."

Zhu Bajie's face was blue and red, and he couldn't speak for a while. This person who learns the scriptures is really not a thing, and he almost led my old pig astray.

Sun Houzi on the side almost laughed out loud, his master really favored him, he had to be careful with this pig head in the future, otherwise he would definitely look good in the future.

But after this interruption, the Buddhist scriptures learning team was not at war after all, and they could go to the west in a little bit of stability.

Sumeru Mountain, Leiyin Temple.

Duobao Tathagata finally escaped from the Heavenly Court and returned to Buddhism, and his whole body was not well.

What is this?

I worked so hard to go to the heaven, but I didn't do anything, and I even got into a show, and I lost all my face.

The Queen Mother of Yaochi is like a mentally retarded person, she made such a farce out of a situation that could have been subdued.

But Haotian Jade Emperor knew the priorities of the matter, and secretly communicated with Duobao Tathagata. It was just a show, and it did not lead to a complete war between the Heavenly Court and the Western Buddhism.

But even so, when Duobao Tathagata returned to Mount Sumeru, he could faintly feel that there was something wrong with the eyes of the Western Buddhist disciples looking at him, the Tathagata Buddha.

Duobao Tathagata gritted his teeth, his face twitched slightly, and he almost couldn't hold back the anger in his heart. After a while, he asked in a deep voice, "Where is the sutra learner now?"

If it weren't for the great cause of learning from the scriptures, Duobao Rulai suspected that he could not bear it long ago and would run away violently.

At this time, in Leiyin Temple, Wu Yunxian went to Liusha River, fearing that Liusun was preparing to plant ginseng fruit trees, so none of them were there.

After a while, only the Buddhist King Kong came up and said: "My Buddha, the person who learned the scriptures has already passed Gaolaozhuang, and without accident, he will soon reach Huangfengling."

Eight hundred miles of Huangfengling Huangfeng Cave, Huangfeng Monster!
Duobao Tathagata narrowed his eyes slightly, and shouted in a deep voice, "Go, Lingji, come here for me."

Not long after, Lingji Bodhisattva, who was practicing on Mount Sumeru, hurried over, clasped his palms together and saluted, "My Buddha, what are your instructions for recruiting disciples?"

As a disciple of Western Buddhism who has attained the Dao Fruit of Taiyi, Bodhisattva Lingji is also considered an elite of Buddhism. After Master Cihang did not become Avalokitesvara and joined Western Buddhism, his status was a bit higher than in the original book.

Duobao Rulai said in a cold voice: "Lingji, that yellow-haired marten is still unwilling to convert to Buddhism?"

Bodhisattva Lingji's face remained unchanged, and he said, "The yellow-haired marten and his disciples are hypocritical, but they don't want to really belong to Buddhism."

"That's all. The Buddhist Journey to the West cannot be delayed. I am worried that the longer the time is dragged on, the greater the variables will be." Duobao Rulai said with a hint of murderous intent in his words: "You don't have to wait for the Buddhist scriptures to come to ask for help. The wind bead and the flying dragon stick go directly to Huangfengling. Once the Buddhist scriptures clashes with the yellow wind monster, all but the yellow-haired marten will come back and cause disaster."

This yellow-haired marten had attained enlightenment at Mount Sumeru and cultivated mana and supernatural powers, but he was unwilling to completely convert to Buddhism.

As for all kinds of goblins who can get opportunities from Leiyin Temple and then run out to cause harm to the world, it can only be said that Buddhism is fooling others.

Duobao Rulai originally wanted to give this yellow wind monster a chance, since it became a catastrophe on the way to learn the scriptures, he could still survive, but since this little mouse spirit is so ignorant, there is no need to keep it.

Lingji Bodhisattva did not hesitate to listen to Duobao Tathagata's order, and complied: "Accept the Tathagata's decree!"

Immediately, he returned to Mount Sumeru, took the magic weapon, and headed towards Huangfengling.

It's just a little mouse, and it's easy to get rid of.

On the other side, Tang Sanzang and his party traveled through mountains and rivers and passed a remote small villa.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Tang Sanzang glanced at the two apprentices who were still fighting, couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and had no choice but to go for alms by himself.

Knocking on a farmer's house, Tang Sanzang said politely, "Hello, benefactor, Tang Sanzang, a poor monk, came from the Tang Dynasty in the east. He wanted to go to the west to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. He passed by a noble place and wanted to stay overnight. Is it possible? "

An old man came out of the house, looked at Tang Sanzang carefully, saw that he was not a villain, pondered for a moment, and then said: "This holy monk, there is nothing wrong with staying overnight, but there are some empty beds. But the old man wants to Just a word of advice, the holy monk should not go west, you can’t go ahead.”

After a pause, the old man lowered his voice, with a trace of unbearable fear in his tone, as if he was afraid of being heard, before he said: "Further ahead, there are monsters, the ones that eat people!"

(End of this chapter)