"Amitabha..." Chun Zang did not even turn his head. Chanting the Buddha's name, he continued forward. Behind Yuan Tongtian, the Confucian cultivator withdrew his gaze from the distant mountains, glanced at the Dragon Horse scampering up behind Chun Zang, and sneered. "One of the requirements for Seeking Scriptures in the Pure Land is that the monk must possess no divine abilities and walk step by step to Thunder Sound Temple, then walk step by step from Thunder Sound Temple to Changsheng Town. If the monk rides you, how can he seek scriptures in the Pure Land? I truly do not know what your East Sea Dragon Palace was thinking. Since they wanted you to get a share of the benefits from Seeking Scriptures in the Pure Land, why make you take the form of a Dragon Horse? When you encounter demons, you cannot fight and can only serve as decoration! Could it be... that you committed some offense, and before you atone through meritorious service, you can only be a horse?"
"Damn it!" Hearing the Confucian cultivator's words, the Dragon Horse reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He sprang up and shouted, "Who said I made a mistake? Who said I made a mistake? Do you think I wanted to come here and walk back and forth like lunatics with you? I am willing to disguise myself as a white dragon dressed as a fish and turn into a horse—what business is it of yours? I let the monk ride me because our Dragon Palace is giving face to the Buddha Lord and the Immortal Emperor. Besides, what kind of monk has no divine abilities? He has been walking for over two hundred years already. If he had no divine abilities, he would have long since