1023 Lost the car to protect the handsome, the little demon tops the pot
"Master, the reason why this matter failed is all because of Maitreya Buddha's disciple, the yellow-browed monster!"
oh?
Is it all the fault of the yellow-browed boy?
Amitabha's cold eyes turned to look at the yellow-browed monster.
In an instant, the air around the yellow-browed monster froze, and he couldn't move even if he wanted to.
Damn it!
The yellow-browed monster was stunned!
He did not expect that the Eight Hundred Arhat Bodhisattva would put the blame on him, a Buddha who could not defeat even Sun Wukong in the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal!
"Buddha, don't listen to the nonsense of the Eight Hundred Arhat Bodhisattva. It has nothing to do with me!"
Um?
Amitabha looked at the Eight Hundred Arhat Bodhisattva again.
The Tathagata in the West has a wise eye, and he returned to the heaven with great meow.
I can't tell whether he is telling the truth or lies.
Thinking of this, Amitabha felt panicked in his heart, and turned around and slapped him!
Snapped!
Ran Deng was caught off guard, and half of his face swelled up.
Woohoo!
"Master, why did you hit me?"
snort!
Amitabha said bitterly: "Isn't it true that disciples are beaten? I heard from Bai Long that his former teacher beat him severely with a pointer. If he doesn't give him a gift, he won't be welcomed! Have I ever received a gift from you? I don't know about the pointer.
What kind of magic weapon is it? It seems that I should also learn from his master in the future. Only in this way can I cultivate a good disciple like Bai Long!"
Woohoo!
Very meow!
This is not what one person said!
He is in charge of the overall situation in Lingshan. Even if there is no reward, whoever gets into trouble will have to slap him?
Ran Deng's face turned red.
Snapped!
Another hard slap, and the other side of Ran Deng's face became swollen.
Amitabha said bitterly: "Looking at your expression, why are you dissatisfied?"
Teacher Dog!
Ran Deng's eyes were full of anger.
Just hit him normally, just hit him in front of all the monks in the Western Heaven, but why not hit him in front of so many powerful people in the Heavenly Outer Heaven?
Who are you treating as a toy?
However, Ran Deng is not as tough as Tathagata.
At that time, more than 10,000 people from Jie Jiao came to the West, but it was he who contacted him, and it was he who cooperated with Amitabha to allow those Jie Jiao disciples to be sucked by saintly boys.
He has nowhere to go now, and he can't go back to heaven.
Woohoo!
The ancient Buddha on the burning lamp swallowed down the anger in his heart and said bitterly: "Master, I surrender."
snort!
"Just bear with it!"
Bang bang bang!
Three more slaps, which made Ran Deng burst into tears.
Shh!
Amitabha looked up at the sky, but the celestial phenomena still did not show where his coffin lamp was.
Moreover, the presence of the coffin lamp cannot be felt with the mind.
what happened?
Amitabha breathed a sigh of relief.
"I feel so happy. Eight Hundred Arhat Bodhisattva, tell me, why do you blame the yellow-browed boy?"
The Eight Hundred Arhat Bodhisattva put his hands together, held his head high, and spoke seriously.
"Master, this matter was originally carried out according to your request, and the ambush was seamless."
"Even the Karma-Removing Bodhisattva was tied up by Maitreya, gagged and blindfolded to prevent her from leaking information to Bailong."
"But who would have thought that when Bailong just entered Xiaoleiyin Temple, the yellow-browed monster was afraid of the Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan, so he panicked and told Bailong with his eyes that there was an ambush here."
"As a result, Bailong immediately retreated and began to demolish the small Leiyin Temple and destroy the silence circle."
"Buddha Maitreya saw that the situation was not good, so he took the lead and went out to fight!"
"This Bodhisattva followed closely, leading eight hundred Arhats, and fought hard for two hours at the West End, injuring countless Phoenix members of the Water Tribe."
"However, that evil dragon has ginseng fruit, which is found in everyone."
"They can replenish their physical strength and repair their injuries, but we can't, so the limelight gradually goes away."
"Moreover, there are too many people dispatched in the West Pole, and the evil dragon comes and goes without a trace, making it very difficult to catch."
"In the end, Maitreya Buddha died for his country, his golden body was shattered, his soul exploded, his cultivation was completely destroyed, his soul was taken away to a secluded place, and his coffin lamp disappeared without a trace!"
Well?
Amitabha closed his eyes helplessly.
The yellow-browed monster was so angry that his face turned red, he gnashed his teeth and pointed at the Eight Hundred Arhat Bodhisattva with trembling fingers.
"You are so ungrateful that you don't even blush when you lie? You are still a ***, telling lies with your eyes open? How shameless are you to put the blame on me, a little devil?"
Suddenly, Amitabha's palm hooked, and the yellow-browed monster was sucked into Amitabha's hand and stuck in his neck.
"Uh, Buddha, listen to my explanation!"
"What do you want to explain?"
At this moment, Amitabha's eyes were full of murderous intent.
He could also tell that the Eight Hundred Arhat Bodhisattva must have lied or exaggerated.
But if something fails, someone will always take the blame.
If you say this, the Three Realms will laugh at Xitian's incompetence.
The Eight Hundred Arhats couldn't defeat Bai Long. The ambush was so perfect that they couldn't catch Bai Long, and their home was demolished by the opponent.
Looking at the leaders of the three realms, they basically take the blame from below in order to save their own face and shirk the consequences of stupid arrangements.
Perhaps the best way to eliminate negative comments is to take the blame.
He is not in a hurry to know what the truth is, and does not want to bring shame to Xitian, as long as he has a scapegoat!
Amitabha grabbed the yellow-browed monster's neck and squeezed it hard.
boom!
The golden-bodied head of the yellow-browed monster collapsed like a pimple, and its soul floated out along its neck.
"Buddha, it's really not my fault, it's..."
However, Amitabha did not give the yellow-browed monster a chance to speak.
What should he say?
Let him say that the Eight Hundred Arhats in the Western Heaven are incompetent?
Let him say that his arrangement was stupid, ambush Bailong and get a Buddha involved?
Amitabha used great magic power to block the yellow-browed monster's ability to speak.
"You humble demon, it is your merit that allows you to worship Maitreya as your teacher! Instead of being grateful, you betrayed your master and caused your master to die! Today, I will personally kill you!"
snort!
The yellow-browed monster struggled angrily.
Only now did he understand Xitian's true face.
Xitian, compared to Xiji Taixu Linggong, is thousands of times worse!
The yellow-browed monster stared at Amitabha and said in secret: "Okay! You want me to take the blame? Okay, I will blow up my soul now, and no one will think twice about it!"
snort!
Amitabha raised the corners of his mouth evilly.
Also blowing up your own soul?
"In my hands, you can still destroy your soul, so let's take the blame!"
Amitabha releases spells to absorb the mana, spirit and soul of the yellow-browed monster.
After a while, the yellow-browed monster was weathered.
Little by little, the stars were sucked into Amitabha's body in an instant.
It’s magic again!
The two hundred thousand people in Lingshan swallowed hard.
Everyone understands that the yellow-browed monster died unjustly.
Moreover, Amitabha was so cruel that even his soul was sucked away.
Woohoo!
There are hundreds of thousands of powerful beings in the sky, and it is common for him to suck others.
The outer world is a place where the weak prey on the strong, sucking other people's spirits and souls. Although it is shameless, everyone has done this, after all, the cultivation level increases quickly.
Just like humans eating meat, no one thinks there is anything wrong with what Amitabha did.
At this time, Amitabha looked coldly at the Great Bodhisattva Eight Hundred Arhats.
"You, take your eight hundred Arhats, go to the ruins of Xiaoleiyin Temple, and dig three feet into the ground.
I want to find my coffin lamp!"
"I will obey Master's decree!"
The Eight Hundred Arhat Bodhisattva breathed a long sigh of relief and clasped his hands together.
The next second, they all disappeared into the Lingshan Mountain.
Amitabha closed his eyes helplessly, looked into the distance, gritted his teeth and said: "Nielong, your end is coming soon!" This chapter has been completed!