Chapter 152 Meeting the Queen Mother of the West
“Don’t be in a hurry, I want to give it a try. Since you are all over, you’d better leave as soon as possible.”
Enlightenment tea tree is a good thing, but you can’t Leave it to the Emperor Prince.
"Okay, the emperor is in a panic here. I always feel that disaster will come at any time."
The Black Emperor shuddered. If Yang Zhu hadn't been there, he would have been beaten to death. No one will come near this place.
"What's wrong?" Yang Zhu asked.
The Yaochi Saint’s gaze rested on Yang Zhu, and she remained silent. There was mist in her bright eyes, and her beauty was impeccable.
"You..."
Her veil trembled slightly, her crystal jade hand grasped Yang Zhu's arm, her teeth bit her red lips, her bright face was a little dim at this time.
“I know what you want to say, don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
Yang Zhu knew what she was thinking, so he gently hugged the person in front of him and whispered comfort in his ear.
Wanting to take away the Enlightenment Tea Tree was an unprecedented feat that even the ancient emperors could not do. Although she believed in Yang Zhu, she still couldn't help but worry.
"Okay, I'll wait for you to come out."
Yang Zhu pressed his delicate body together, and there was warm breath in his ears. His graceful body trembled, and his cheeks suddenly became fuller. A touch of blush, a little shy dot on the white chin.
"I will retreat here first, which should take a long time, and then I will take action..."
After briefly speaking, Yang Zhu gave the golden battle spear and four silver plates to the Black Emperor, and conveyed some information through a message.
"Okay, I am absolutely reliable in my work!"
After hearing this, the Black Emperor looked serious and nodded heavily. He would take Yang Zhu's instructions seriously every time and would not dare to A little sloppy.
"He will take you out. When I leave, I will look for you."
Brows flashing, Yang Zhu transformed into a Taoist body and took Heihuang and the others away the same way. .
Yang Zhu took out the Chaos Pool and hung it above his head. Thousands of silk ribbons fell down and became misty around him.
He sat cross-legged under the ancient tea tree of Enlightenment, his mind was ethereal and peaceful, and he naturally entered the state of Enlightenment, and his whole person became more holy and transcendent.
Crash!
A breeze blows, and the crystal leaves on the vigorous old trees sway, reflecting the gorgeous divine light, accompanied by a pleasant sound.
Yang Zhu hesitated for a moment, took out the original copy of the Western Emperor's Scripture, and opened the pages lingering in the green glow without hesitation.
Immediately, countless contents emerged, densely packed, each rune was brighter than the stars, contained profound moral meanings, and was extremely complicated.
The Western Emperor's Scripture, created by the Mother of the Western Emperor, is a complete volume of the Great Emperor's Scriptures. It has been famous all over the world, but almost no one knows about it among monks.
However, the Western Emperor Sutra is only allowed to be practiced by Yaochi disciples, and outsiders are not allowed to practice it. Once discovered, it will definitely be recovered.
However, Yaochi has strict conditions for recruiting disciples. Generally, it only accepts female disciples. Not only does it have little contact with the outside world, but under normal circumstances, they do not marry outside.
This makes the Western Emperor Sutra extremely mysterious, and the Dao Palace Scroll in it is the strongest among all ancient sutras. Many people want to get it, but they dare not covet it.
Although Yang Zhu has owned it for a long time, he has never browsed it. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the No Beginning Sutra. Now this is his first time to preview it.
Taking advantage of this opportunity today, Yang Zhu decided to come up with insights, and there must be unexpected gains.
The Western Emperor Sutra was created by his grandmother. Although anyone can practice it, the most suitable physique must be an innate Taoist fetus.
As the Holy Body Taoist fetus and the grandson of the Western Emperor’s mother, Yang Zhu has the same origins. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is tailor-made!
Soon, Yang Zhu fell into it and began to understand the profound meanings. He found that some places were similar to the Wushi Sutra...
As soon as he realized that one month had passed, when he opened his eyes again, the energy and blood in his body surged, and he broke through to the third level of dragon transformation in one fell swoop.
Because he was in the forbidden zone of life, Yang Zhu controlled the purple gold energy and blood not to leak out, the black robe runes flickered, and all the divine brilliance was restrained.
"It should be partly borrowed from the Western Emperor Sutra." Yang Zhu's mind was ethereal, his black hair was like a waterfall, and his roots were crystal clear. He was as handsome as jade, and even the most beautiful woman in front of him, All will be eclipsed.
Now his body is exuding brilliance, and his whole person is more elegant than the banished immortal. It is difficult for anyone in the world to match his temperament and appearance.
When Yang Zhu finished comprehending the entire book, the golden scriptures trembled, and the misty mist rose, condensing into a figure.
"Grandma..."
The man was graceful and noble, wearing a nine-cloud phoenix crown, surrounded by dragons and phoenixes, surrounded by countless auspicious signs, and visions appeared.
The colorful clouds and mist are very sacred and peaceful, covering her cloud clothes like decoration, as if the avenues of heaven and earth are surrendered at her feet.
That person had a transcendental demeanor and a majestic figure, but Yang Zhu felt an inexplicable kindness in her, which originated from the depth of his blood and was an instinctive reaction.
"Grandma..."
Yang Zhu almost blurted out. After hearing this, the man turned around and looked at her. His peerless face had a dignified and majestic look, but at this time he was very kind and gentle.
"Child, is that you..."
Her voice seemed to come from ancient times, and also seemed to come from a ghost. It was like a voice descending from the sky, affecting the laws of the great road, making people enlightened.
“Yes.”
Yang Zhu nodded, unable to calm down in his heart, and his voice couldn't help but tremble.
This is a ray of spiritual thought left in the Western Emperor's Sutra by the Mother of the West, and only the blood of a close relative can awaken it.
"Where is your father, how is he?"
"Father is very good, but he is now in a strange world." Yang Zhu answered truthfully.
“He has really withstood the erosion of time and is worthy of being my child.”
The Queen Mother of the West was very pleased, with a smile in her eyes, and nodded slightly.
"I also gave birth to a little Wu Shi... Well, not bad, he is even stronger than he was back then."
She glanced up and down at her own grandson, and gently stroked Yang Zhu's cheek with her fingertips , also nodded with satisfaction.
"Maybe...maybe."
Hearing this, Yang Zhu paused for a moment, not knowing how to answer, so he could only scratch his head in embarrassment.
No matter how powerful he may be to the outside world, in front of the Queen Mother, he is still just a child.
"I'm relieved that you are all well."
The Queen Mother of the West looked very soft, with a kind smile, like a spring breeze, blowing through Yang Zhu's heart, making his whole body extra special Comfortable.
Then she turned around and walked into the distance step by step. The long river of time was flowing under her feet, mysterious and misty, as if leading to Qingming.
"Grandma, wait for me, I will definitely find a way to resurrect you and grandpa."
Yang Zhu stretched out his hand, but finally let it go. He knew that he couldn't keep it. After all, it was just a residual spiritual thought.
Emperor Wu Shi also wanted to resurrect his parents, but failed. But what he failed to do, Yang Zhu was determined to complete it.
As the saying goes, family love is the most difficult thing to let go of in this world. It is the most primitive and pure emotion.
"Okay."
The figure of the Queen Mother of the West gradually faded away. She looked back with a side face, responded lightly, and then disappeared between heaven and earth.
Then, the last few taboo scriptures of the Western Emperor's Scripture were opened. Each page was extremely profound and contained the true essence.
(End of this chapter)