Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 534

Chapter 534

Vegett was silent for a moment and whispered: “I have a hunch that you will let Gao Cuilan go to reincarnation today, and others will use her to deal with you in the future. At that time, it will inevitably be a tragedy.”

“Before, didn’t we have been worrying about Gao Cuilan’s future? Instead, I think she is in the right state. In the day, she can be hidden in the Sophora Wood Spirit Palace, and can accompany you every night at night.”

Canopy categorically rejected: “No, this is too wronged.”

“Canopy, can you listen to my thoughts.”

Within the vast and ethereal spirit, Gao Cuilan suddenly opened her eyes with a serious expression.

Tianpeng sighed and said, “You and my husband and wife, although we are not in the same room, we already have a good heart. Why would I not know what you want to say at this time?”

“It’s just that you are an independent creature, not my personal vassal. I have no reason to sacrifice your future for myself.”

“What you said is a contradiction.” Gao Cuilan smiled lightly: “Since you are a husband and wife, what are you and me? What are you talking about independence and vassal?”

“I was willing to marry you back then because I had the heart to spend my whole life with you.”

“It’s you, a muscle, a dead head, who has been struggling with his identity as a monster, and he has been reluctant to touch me.”

“As a girl, I can’t talk about this kind of thing myself, so I’m really ashamed.”

The nose of the canopy is slightly sour, moving the heart and soul: “It is my greatest blessing to be able to meet you in this life.”

“Too sour…” Vegett sighed slightly, turning his head away, not looking at the two creatures hugging each other.

“I think it’s pretty good.” Sanzang appeared out of nowhere with a bright smile: “It’s better for lovers to become family members than to leave the hurt feelings and be on their own.”

“Monk, when speaking, pay attention to your identity, OK?” Vegett twitched the corner of his mouth and said sincerely.

Sanzang laughed freely: “What’s wrong with the status of a monk? The love between men and women is natural and righteous. A monk does not marry a wife because he is afraid of delaying his practice, rather than resisting this relationship.”

“You are becoming more and more like the heretics of the local Buddhism. When you set foot on the western sky, I don’t know if the Buddhas will burn you to death.” Vegett couldn’t help thinking.

“Canopy, do you know where my father went?” Gao Cuilan blushed her cheeks in San Zang’s laughter, broke away from the canopy, and asked.

The canopy hesitated for a moment, his lips trembled twice, and he whispered: “He almost killed you because of him. Why do you still miss him?”

“My father is a bit stubborn, and his mind is even simpler. Not only did I ate the flat peach, he also ate it. I watched him fall by my side in pain, so I guessed that he must have been deceived. Or it’s being manipulated.”

The canopy fell silent, somewhat unspeakable.

Vegett said lightly: “You don’t have to worry about his safety. He was taken away by Buddhism. Your father will have nothing to do with him before he threatens you. On the contrary, he may still get some benefits.”

After thousands of years of brainwashing MLM, Buddhism has almost become the endorsement of justice and light in the hearts of all beings in the world.

After hearing this, Gao Cuilan’s anxiety immediately calmed down: “The canopy is a demon body, there is no problem with this, right?”

“In the eyes of Buddhism, what race is not important at all.” Vegeta sneered and added in his heart: The important thing is whether it can bring benefits to them!

Reluctantly calming Gao Cuilan’s heart, Beijit raised his eyes to the canopy: “Do you have the best locust tree? If not, I can sell you some.”

The canopy paused, and his cheeks twitched: “I’m already a companion, can’t you just give me some?”

“Wait when you can let me give your back to you with peace of mind, and then talk about friendship.” Vegett said sincerely.

Canopy thought for a while and realized that he was speechless.

I took out most of the immortal stone spiritual source that I had collected over the years, and bought a wooden sign made from Sophora Wood Palace from Vegeta, and found a place to live for Gao Cuilan.

Tianpeng called his confidant, arranged for Gao Laozhuang’s funeral, and followed San Zang and others on the westbound road.

The mountain is connected to the mountain, and the road is rugged.

Several people have traveled for half a month without encountering a smooth road.

After they had passed the Uth Tibetan realm, a group of standing tall, a small mountain overlooking the mountains suddenly appeared in their field of vision, like a beacon in the dark, guiding the road ahead.

“Lord, I’ve visited. The front is the Buddha Mountain. There is a huge Wuchao in the mountain. There is a sacred Zen master in Wuchao, who has vast magical powers and is suspected of ancient gods.”

At some point, Kunpeng left and returned, bringing a piece of news.

Vegett allowed it to stand on his shoulders, and secretly replied: “This Zen Master Wuchao is not an ancient god, but an ancient true god. Perhaps, it is really the son of the ancient demon king, the incarnation of these three great suns.”

Kunpeng longed for the power and prestige of the Primordial Demon Master, and he knew everything about the ancient legends.

Hearing this, his eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted, “You mean, this Zen Master Wuchao is the prince of my demon clan?”

Vegett’s eyes were indifferent, and his voice was slightly cold: “Prince? No matter what others think, my Huaguoshan demons are determined not to recognize this subject, Kunpeng, you need to pay attention to what you say in the future.”

Kunpeng was extremely afraid of Vegett, and in his cold voice, he broke out in a cold sweat, and said quickly: “Yes, it’s a divine mission.”

Not long after, the five traversed several miles and came to the foot of the giant mountain.

But only here:

Shannan green pines and green paintings, Shanbei green willows and red peaches.

Fairy birds fly and dance in conversation, and god cranes spread their wings and sing joyfully.

Fragrant flowers are full of mountains, and clear water flows in the middle of the stream.

Surrounded by auspicious clouds in front of the cliff, Qingluan and Caifeng flutter.

It is really a peerless fairy house, a blessed land in the world.

“Dare to ask who the monk is?” At the foot of the mountain and on the stone steps, there were two young Taoists, a man and a woman, who looked at the group of people and said loudly.

“Poor Sanzang.”

“Where do you come from, where do you go?”

“I came from the Great Tang of the East, and went to the West to worship Buddha and ask for sutras.”

The two children looked at each other, turned their eyes, and said in unison: “That’s it, Master Sanzang, my master would like to please.”

Sanzang dismounted, was surrounded by two children, and walked up the stone steps.

“Where is this place, and how sacred is your master? Why do you invite me?”

The boy smiled and said: “This is the Buddha Mountain. My master is a secluded saint, Zen Master Wuchao, like you, who practice Mahayana Buddhism, so please give me a comment.”

Tripitaka traveled in the Three Realms for countless years, never heard of Wuchao’s name, and learned that the other party had also practiced the Mahayana Buddhism. He was shocked in his heart, and his pace was a few minutes fast. *