Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 654

Vegett was startled and looked at him in surprise.

"I cherish life, but I'm not pedantic." Sanzang didn't have any long-form explanations, but was concise.

Vegeta understood that from beginning to end, this tripartite and the Tang Seng in the original work were not alone.

The story of Journey to the West still has too much influence on me, and from time to time I will be prejudiced against Tripitaka.

"This benefactor, I advise you to release the steward, otherwise, we can only do it to you." Among the monks, a leading monk said solemnly.

"I don't understand your worldview, but San Zang thinks this is wrong, then it must be wrong."

Vegeta turned himself into a light, and in a flash, he shot everyone into the ground.

"Regardless of whether you follow your original mind or not, you are all helping you to abuse yourself. Let's think about it in the underground together to see if there is any virtue in your behavior."

This is the charm of power, for the weak, have the right to control everything.

A group of people crossed over a hundred heads and came to the palace group.

The four trees of Qiaosong are lush, the leaves are like canopies, and the sparse moonlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and falls on the shoulders of a group of people, adding a bit of poetry.

When Sanzang saw the Buddha and worshiped the Buddha, he successively worshiped Manjushri, Samantabhadra, Ksitigarbha, Avalokitesvara, and later the Medicine Buddha, Maitreya, Tathagata, and Amitabha.

When I finally came out, it was late at night.

Different from their leisure, the monks who were planted in the ground in front of the temple had been tortured, and their tightened spirit had reached their limit.

When the sky began to rain inexplicably, the soul completely collapsed, crying and crying, begging Sanzang and others to release them.

"This rain, it's so strange!"

Standing in the Daxiong Hall, listening to the whimpering wind outside, watching the heavy rain drifting outside, Sanzang whispered.

"Yeah, yeah, it's weird."

Vegeta yawned, stretched a lazy waist, and said lightly: "It's getting late, I'm going to bed, no matter what, don't call me."

Sanzang had nothing to do with him, so he turned to look at the white horse beside him: "Dragon Horse ah Rong Ma, these monks also know that they are wrong. Go and rescue them."

Ryoma shook his head again and again, and said seriously: "Doesn't the mage still need to tie the bell after hearing the bell? I can rescue them, but I am afraid that Vegeta will trouble me."

"If you want me to say, you still don't care about this matter, Vegett will never kill in front of you. It may not be a good thing to give these mentally sick monks some hardship."

"Archmage, I know I was wrong, please let it go quickly, I can't breathe anymore!"

The master steward wanted to be tough and set an example for the remaining hundreds of monks, so that he would not lose his prestige in the future.

In the first half of the night, his ideas were wonderful and effective.

The tiger's death is still there, and it is also planted in the ground. If he does not speak, no one dares to beg for mercy.

But in the second half of the night, heavy rain drifted, hitting the head and face like a knife, and the rain mixed with soil continued to pour into the mouth and nose.

The steward who had enjoyed the blessing all his life was the first to bear it, crying bitterly and mourning with dignity.

"Beget, I think it's okay."

San** sat in a meditation room, watched the squally rainstorm outside through the half-open window, and made a sound from his heart.

As soon as the voice fell, the wind dissipated, the rain stopped, and an invisible force suddenly appeared. Nearly a hundred people all lifted up the muddy ground at once and brought them under the eaves.

"I don't know the etiquette, I don't like the poor and love the rich, and I don't know how to awe, so I dashed against me and waited. I wanted to let you experience the suffering of hell, but the holy monk opened his mouth to ask for each other."

Vegett said lightly: "Kneel under the eaves in the middle of the night, read the scriptures silently, and find your own virtues."

With their previous feelings, the monks did not dare to violate his request, looked at each other for a moment, and knelt down one after another.

Compared to being buried in the ground, kneeling on the ground is simply too comfortable.

"There is no spine, no self-esteem. If the monks in this country are like this, Buddhism here is simply a cancer that poisons the world."

The Buddhism in Sanzang's mind can make people gain wisdom and power, instead of using clear rules and precepts to obliterate the pride in the heart, turning into a response bug, a soft-footed shrimp, and it is not useful.

Inadvertently, he compares the monk here with the monk of Tang.

Sanzang frowned slightly, and said softly, "Although the Three Realms are big, where is the Pure Land?"

"Tang's Buddhism is relatively orthodox in comparison with the one here, but there are too many contradictions in it. It is not a sophistry that can be confused. On the westward road, can we obtain the truth and universal living?"

"Master, Master..."

During his reverie, outside the Buddhist room, a vague call suddenly came, awakening him from contemplation.

"The black chicken king?"

In the meditation room next door, Vegett suddenly opened his eyes.

His body trembled, the wooden door swayed, and he was long gone in the house.

In Sanzang's room, a gloomy and drenched man walked out of the shadow with a pool of stinky water, with tears in his eyes, and kept yelling Sanzang.

"Where are you from the ghost, what are you looking for?" San Zang was not afraid of ghosts, but slightly confused.

"The ghosts are used to scheming people, San Zang, you still want to listen to him?"

The door opened silently, and the four of Vegett, Son Goku, Canopy, and Sha Wujing filed in.

"My dear gods, you don't want to take a look at me, I am not a ghost, but the incarnation of the spirit of merit."

So many people suddenly appeared in the room, and the person was startled, and said quickly.

A purple fire burst into Veget's eyes and looked at the person.

I saw the golden light of merit condensing the sun wheel in his soul body, brilliant, dazzling, and it is impossible to look directly at it.

"A lot of merit!" Vegett's pupils shrank slightly, shocked.

The golden light of merit in the incarnation of the soul is more than the sum of all the people present.

At the same time it was unbelievable, it also made people feel very weird.

Normally, merit is not equal to qi luck, but it can enhance qi luck.

With such great merit in the body, how could it become the embarrassed appearance of today?

"Even if you are a golden immortal, you will not be able to accumulate so much merit in thousands of years, who are you and what do you want?" Tianpeng asked with a solemn expression.

Amidst the gazes of sacred suspicion, the visitor paused for a moment and said softly:

My name is Mo Ke, and I am a monk, majoring in merit.

For thousands of years, I have traveled all over the Three Realms to spread the goodness of the world. Finally, I gradually discovered that a person's power is limited. Then I came here and established the Wuji Kingdom to promote good deeds.

Decades later, my good deeds went up to heaven, and somehow it reached the ears of Tathagata...*

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