Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 653

When the banquet was over, many demon kings formally joined Huaguo Mountain and became the leaders of various sizes.

Because of this banquet, Huaguoshan's strength has soared by more than ten times, and it has become a first-class force group in the Three Realms.

Side by side with the ancient Dajiao, only under the orthodoxy of the saints.

This... is also the most direct benefit of boasting fame.

Early the next morning, bidding farewell to the demons in the Huaguo Mountain, Vegett and Son Goku followed Sanzang and headed west.

Along the way, there are endless wind, meals and sleep, endless days and nights.

Halfway through the full moon, when the scorching sun was high, the people traveling west crossed Pingdingshan again and walked eight hundred miles again, and suddenly another mountain blocked the way.

In front of Sanzang Zhuma Mountain Road, he sighed and said, "There should be monsters in this mountain, right?"

"On this road, if there are no monsters in the mountain, it is not a famous mountain."

Vegett smiled and looked up at the huge mountain that had left a strong mark on the westward journey.

But I saw a temple on the mountain, a red brick green tiled silt wall, and a vermilion gate nailed with golden nails.

The buildings surround the mountainside, and half of them are hidden in the clouds.

Elegant, quiet and quiet, with Zen intent, and the sound of the Buddha purifies the soul. It is the treasure of Buddhism and the holy realm of the layman.

"I forgot, you are the most informed among us." Sanzang patted his forehead and asked curiously, "Beget, what kind of fairy is in this mountain?"

"Since this time, I have been with Goku, not in the mood to investigate, so I don't know what will happen inside."

This time is different from the last time, Vegeta knows very clearly that the difficulties of the Wuji Country are full of the shadow of Buddhism from beginning to end.

The Wuji King was killed by Buddhism Bodhisattva, and the false king was disguised as a Buddhism lion spirit, occupying the original king’s San Gong and Six Courtyards, the Nuo Dynasty.

As for the original story that the lion spirit was castrated, Vegett is in a state of suspicion.

After all, Bodhisattva can lie.

All of these determine that Vegett can't reveal secret secrets and stun snakes.

The group of people talked with each other, walked up the mountain road, and after three gates, two muscular monks appeared in front of the people, holding magic sticks.

"Where does the guest come from?"

Tripitaka told the truth, a monk handed his hand and said: "No wonder the master, we two are just monks in the courtyard. We can't be the master to let you go up the mountain. Please wait a moment. I'll go and consult the master butler."

Sanzang frowned and pointed to the shining palace room and said, "I don't understand. Isn't the temple just for people to worship? Why choose people?"

The two monks glanced at each other, their faces were embarrassed, and the atmosphere was momentarily embarrassing.

Sanzang was helpless, unable to care about them, and said seriously: "Excuse me, two butler masters, I want to ask him for advice."

The two monks nodded together, turned around together, and ran quickly to the palace on the mountainside.

"Master, there is a monk who has a meal and sleeps outside. He takes four long-term followers and asks you to see him by name." The two monks came to a palace together, and one of them said.

"Is it the official Buddha or the wild monk?" The steward steward sat up on the bed and supported the fat on his stomach to make himself more comfortable.

"It depends on the clothes, looks, temperament, and followers. It's not like an official Buddha or a wild monk." Another monk said, "In short, it's very strange, not like a mortal."

The housekeeper thought for a while, stood up from the bunk with difficulty, and said: "Two rubbish, no one can see clearly."

"Go, summon the monks. If the other party is an official buddha, we will welcome them. If the other party is a wild monk, please send them down the mountain. My Baolin Temple is a national pilgrimage temple and cannot be stained by dirty monks."

The two monks respectfully took their orders, and after a short while, they led more than a hundred monks back.

A group of people followed behind the steward steward cautiously, and walked toward the mountain gate mightily.

"Is this a monk or a big brother?"

In front of the mountain gate, watching the butler monk's domineering way of leak testing, the corner of his eyes twitched and he whispered softly.

"Monk, do you have an official position?"

When the two sides met, the butler monk didn't talk nonsense and said straightforwardly.

Sanzang looked astonished, and asked in doubt: "A monk is an outsider, why is there an official status?"

"You said that you are from Datang Kingdom, and the monks in Datang Kingdom have no official status?" The butler seemed to be a little surprised, and asked in astonishment.

"Unheard of."

"It's really a country where Buddhism is barren!"

The housekeeper sighed, raised his eyes and said, "To make a long story short, monk, how much gold and silver do you have in your pocket?"

Sanzang felt that his brain was not enough, and asked again: "What does this mean?"

"My Baolin Temple has a rule that only the official Buddha is accepted, and the wild monk is not accommodated, so as not to run into the Buddha's golden body. You are not from the black chicken country. Before going up the mountain, you need to pay gold and silver, wash your body, and change into new clothes. "The butler said seriously.

Sanzang felt that this person was sick, and his illness was not mild, and said angrily: "Master, you are insulting the Buddha!"

The master steward stared, paused for a moment, and smiled contemptuously: "I see, you don't have money? You don't have money to worship any Buddha. Why should the Buddha bless you if you don't respect the Buddha?"

"Listen to the left and right, and give me these wild monks who want to take advantage of the free food to cross the mountain to prevent them from disturbing Qingning in the Buddhist pure land."

Sanzang's breathing was stagnant, and his chest heaved up and down, his chest filled with viciousness, and his body trembled and could not speak.

Vegett stretched out his hand and patted him on the back, helping him to straighten out the ill feeling in his heart.

"You really blinded your dog's eyes, inferior monk, you know that the holy monk in front of you is the righteous brother of the emperor in the kingdom of ten thousand times, and is revered as the imperial brother mage."

"You are in charge of the temple in the mere Thousand Vehicles. You are unworthy to even give him shoes, and you dare to humiliate him. You are really bold and unforgivable!"

Master steward was stunned by her powerful aura that swallowed thousands of miles, she was frightened, and she insisted: "This is impossible, no one of your dresses has a wealthy appearance, don't want to lie to me!"

"What's more, even if what you said is true?"

"The so-called Tang State, I have never even heard of it. No matter whether he is Wancheng or Qiancheng, he will not be able to reach our country. In the Wuji State, his identity cannot be compared to me in any way."

"I really didn't see the coffin without weeping." Vegett was not in the mood to argue with a worm.

He slapped his right hand on his shoulder and smashed it directly into the hard ground, but did not injure the opponent's weak body.

"You can slowly think in the ground, when you realize your mistakes before you can come out."

"Beget..." Sanzang raised his eyes and said.

"Don't tell me anything. I don't want to understand it. It's annoying to listen." Vegett waved his hand and interrupted his words.

Sanzang laughed dumbly and shook his head: "I haven't thought of teaching you anything. I just want to say a word, you did a good job."*

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