Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 730

Inside the palace, in the imperial garden, the king said lightly: "Guo Shi, can you give up?"

"Give up?"

The old Taoist face turned pale, but he clenched his teeth and no longer cared about his face.

"Your Majesty, although it is raining in the imperial city, the place where we gambled is the imperial palace! If they are judged to win in this way, I will rain a heavy rain in the remote mountainous area. Will I be counted as winning?"

"If shameless is a kind of cultivation, you can be said to be an old Taoist priest."

After letting go of Feng Po and others, Vegett and Son Goku returned to the original place together, taking the place of the fake body.

The old Taoist did not look at him, but looked at the king with unblinking eyes.

The king was silent for a moment, and said softly: "As the state religion, Dao Sect has indeed paid a lot for the empire over the years. I can't bear to see you lose out completely because of a defeat... Master Sanzang, we are equal in this round. how?"

What he said was not an inquiry at all, but an explanation after the conclusion.

Sanzang knew this very well, so he didn't say anything and walked off the altar step by step.

Compared with him, the mood of the three demons is more complicated.

They heard the meaning of the king's words, the Daomen's dedication to the empire over the years can only redeem this defeat.

If there is another defeat next time, he will handle it impartially.

It is difficult to say whether this is the king's justice, but the old Taoist can hear the coldness and ruthlessness in it.

"If it is equal, then continue to fight?" Vegett asked.

The king looked at the old Taoist priest. The latter took a deep breath and said, "Of course we have to decide the winner."

Vegett smiled disapprovingly: "What else do you want to bet on, even if you say it, we will take it all!"

"Arrogant!" The old Taoist snorted softly, but he also knew that the other party was not arrogant.

The monkey who didn't count as Zhantiandoudi, it was just him, who was able to shake Daluo even if he fought alone, and was not comparable to an immortal like them.

"Master Sanzang, how about we compare sitting meditation next?"

Seeing Beijit smiled tauntingly, but did not answer, the old Taoist was inexplicably humiliated in his heart, resisting the fire, raised his eyes to Tang Sanzang.

"Compared with the orthodox Buddhist disciples in sitting meditation?" the king said in surprise.

The old Taoist nodded and said: "Yes, it's just that my sitting meditation is unusual. I need to set up two hundred tables under the scorching sun, and one hundred tables will make a meditation platform. Sanzang and I will be on the stage, and we will agree within a few hours. , Can't make the slightest movement."

"Under the scorching sun?" Beget smiled, squinting at him, jokingly.

It was still raining in the middle of the sky, and the imperial capital was foggy. The old Taoist suddenly said that it was under a scorching sun, and his heart was conspicuous.

Son Goku smiled faintly, raised his eyes, and stopped the wind and rain.

The dark clouds dissipated, and the bright sun shone on the earth again.

This is the power of Daluo Jinxian, who can manipulate part of the Three Realms' laws and possess a trace of heavenly power.

The king didn't know that this was Son Goku's method, but thought it was the Sanzang method, and said in admiration: "The mage is really good at magical powers."

The corners of Sanzang's mouth twitched, just to explain that this has nothing to do with him, Beijit suddenly said: "It should not be too late. Your Majesty should send someone to look for two hundred tables."

The king nodded, and immediately gave an oral order.

"Beget, there is always an inexplicable sense of guilt in my heart." Sanzang said softly as the guards set the table.

Beijit asked back: "Have you lied?"

Sanzang was stunned and speechless.

Within half an hour, the guards proficient in martial arts set up two wooden tables, facing the Skylark Tower.

"Master, please." Standing in front of a high platform, the old Taoist stared at Tang Sanzang with a cold eye.

"The national teacher please first."

The old Taoist turned his eyes and glanced at Beijit and the others, a cloud came under him, and he flew up to the high platform.

The high platform built by the table is impossible to be strong. When the wind blows, the upper part even shakes, which is extremely dangerous.

But, strangely speaking, when the old Taoist priest came to the highest level and sat down, he seemed to directly suppress these hundreds of tables, making them stable as a mountain.

"Monk, are you ready?" Vegett asked.

San Zang nodded silently, and replied with a voice from his heart: "Send me up, I need you to bother."

"It should be." Beijit smiled and turned his palm. A colorful auspicious cloud suddenly appeared from under Sanzang's feet, supporting him to fly high in the sky.

The two parties were seated, each chanting, one reciting the Taoist scriptures, and the other speaking the Buddhist scriptures. They interfered with each other, but they seemed to be truly divided into two worlds.

A few hours later, Jin Yang gradually came to the mountainside, and the two sides still had no decision.

This kind of result surprised many people. After all, the old Taoist priests are immortal bodies and can keep sitting cross-legged for a long time.

But Sanzang is a mortal who doesn't want to deduct anything. How did he persist until now?

As his thoughts fluttered, Vegett suddenly sounded a sentence that Tang Seng personally said in the original work.

"When I was young, I listened to the Zen master's preaching. Basically, his life is qualitatively preserved, and he can sit for two or three years in the life and death barrier."

However, under the high platform, Daxian Lu Li waited in front of the attic for a long time, and his heart gradually became anxious.

He sent a voice message to Daxian Yang Li: "Brother, the eldest brother had already lost half of the game and lost face with the king. If there is no difference between the winner and the loser in this game, I am afraid it will make the king right. We give birth to strange hearts."

Daxian Yang Li nodded and said: "The second brother is right, but now Son Goku and Vegeta are here. They can see everything we do, and they can't help the big brother!"

Daxian Lu Li said: "Even if they find it out, what can we do? It's a great battle with us. In this palace, we really are not afraid of them!"

"Second brother, how are you going to act?"

Even though there was always a trace of concern in his heart, but seeing the firm look on Daxian Luli's face, Daxian Yangli pressed the bad feeling to the bottom of my heart.

"Let's see if I make a strong wind and blow Sanzang down."

Daxian Lu Li said, and secretly pinched a hand-determination. In the blink of an eye, a hurricane suddenly appeared and rushed towards the high platform of Sanzang.

"Certainly."

Son Goku found out what was wrong at the first time, and controlled the laws of heaven and earth to stop the wind.

It's just that this gust of wind had come prepared, and when it was fixed, it had already blown across the wooden table high platform of Sanzang.

A whole hundred wooden tables swayed twice before they collapsed and crashed on the ground, in the pool, in the flowers, and scared the palace ladies to scream.

Falling from such a high place, even if he is immortal, he will have to lie down on the bed for the rest of his life.

The ladies of the court waited for a long time, and found that there was no screaming in the field. They looked around, and they did not find Tang Sanzang's body.*

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