I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 103 Mother Yang: Are you also Erlang’s child?
There were many devout people crawling on the ground, but Chu Jie ignored them and just stared at the "stuck" little thief in doubt and surprise.

The dusty Yang Niannian seemed to be planning to repeat the same trick and steal things from the shop through the window bars, but this time something unexpected happened.

Her entire arm and shoulder were squeezed into the railing. Not only was she still unable to reach the bag of bread, she was also stuck in the railing.

Yang Niannian grinned:
"Brother Chu, can you rescue me first?"

Chu Ji said nothing, and walked around Yang Niannian two or three times, staring at her so hard that her hair stood on end, with a look of alertness on his face:
"You you you! What do you want to do!?"

She struggled desperately but still couldn't get out of the fence.

Chu Ji curled his lips:

"I'm not interested in a dirty little thief like you. I'm just curious."

He stared at Yang Niannian with empty eyes, feeling puzzled.

How did this thief girl become immune to the Buddha's soul cleansing? ?

Interesting and interesting.

Another gifted person?
But what kind of talent is this that allows one to be immune to the Buddhist Vajra's Buddha Sound Soul Cleansing at the level of [Great Mysterious Immortal] with a high probability?

Yang Niannian also felt a little guilty at this time. She was afraid that this man with strange eyes would do something bad to her, so she cleared her throat and wanted to shout for help.

Suddenly.

The two heard a bunch of noises at the same time. One turned around, and the other tilted his head. They subconsciously focused and found that the noise came from a dry well not far away. It seemed that there was something.
Climbing up!

"Hurry, hurry, save me!" Yang Niannian was terrified.

Chu Ji ignored him and just stared at the dry well with his eyes narrowed.

One has a dim but domineering aura, revealing a sharp golden breath; the other has an immortal charm in the heavenly realm, either a fake immortal of the second level, or an earthly immortal of the third level!

Just when they were in disagreement with each other,
At the mouth of the dry well, a head that was very familiar to both of them popped out.

"Brother Zhou?"

"Master Zhou???"

They were both stunned, especially Yang Niannian, who had a look of bewilderment on her face:
"Dry well. Is that your home?"

"What are you talking about?"

Zhou Mu rolled his eyes and pushed himself out of the dry well. Immediately afterwards, a female fairy with a frosty face floated out from the bottom of the well. Yang Niannian stared at her in amazement and almost screamed out.

"Old Chu, and you, Yang Xiaoshi."

Zhou Mu greeted him and introduced:
"This is Senior Luo. These two are my friends. One is Chu Ji and the other is Yang Niannian. Yang Niannian, what are you doing?"

He looked at the dusty girl with half of her body squeezed in the window railing, with a strange expression on his face.

“Do I even need to ask this?”

Yang Niannian was furious:
"Stuck, I'm stuck!"

Zhou Mu walked forward with a look of amusement and bent the iron railing for her. However, the latter did not get away directly. Instead, she jumped up, stretched out her little hand, and grabbed the bag of bread. Then she retreated with satisfaction.

"you."

Zhou Mu shook his head and turned around, only to see Senior Luo staring at Lao Chu, or rather, staring into Lao Chu's eyes.

"Double pupils."

The fairy looked extremely solemn:

"Your name is Chu Ji? Do you know that you are not perfect?"

She knew very well what double pupils were, and her heart was pounding at this moment. All the ancient books that recorded double pupils said that people with double pupils were born saints!
You must know that among the true kings of the human race who dominate the sky, there is one who has double pupils!
Throughout history, people with double pupils have all left their names in history, and most of them were invincible people who dominated an era. They were either ancient sages, rulers of dynasties, or at the very least, peerless generals who conquered the world!

"Not so, I know, not interested."

Old Chu curled his lips and said bluntly:

"Intrigues, fighting overtly and covertly, I don't want to be stabbed in the back. Is this Senior Luo? There's no need to invite me to join Buzhou."

The fairy frowned, wanting to refute or scold, but suddenly fell silent, thinking of her own experiences, her own disciple, and the son of the True Lord beside her.

She sighed softly and looked deeply at the unknown person with double pupils:
"Since you are so clear about your shortcomings, it seems that you have a good teacher."

Old Chu rolled his eyes, seeming not to want to bother with this female fairy from Buzhou, and was not intimidated by her terrifying cultivation level.

Seeing his appearance, the fairy didn't care and turned to look at the girl named Yang Niannian with a curious look on her face.

It seems normal and even reasonable that people with double pupils are immune to the Buddha's Soul Cleansing - then what is this girl's secret?
Could it be some unique talent?

The fairy wanted to recruit him, but suddenly she was speechless.

Is such a talented person really suitable to stay in Buzhou?
She asked herself this question and sighed deeply.

Old Chu stared at the fairy with disdain for a moment, then turned to look at Yang Niannian beside him:
"Old Zhou, do you know this little female thief?"

"I said I'm not a thief!" Yang Niannian was so angry that her teeth were itching.

Zhou Mu nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked while thinking about Lao Chu's double pupils:
"Don't you feel anything when you listen to the great Buddha sound?"

They both shook their heads.

Lao Chu said calmly:
"Perhaps it is because of these eyes that I am like this little thief."

Yang Niannian glared at him fiercely, then said:
"I don't know either. I didn't feel anything when I heard it. Mom said we are gifted."

"Mother?"

Zhou Mu keenly caught this word:
"Your mother is also in the North District. Is she not affected?"

"no!"

Yang Niannian pointed to a tube-shaped building not far away and said:

"My mother lives there, on the top floor. She doesn't come down because her legs and feet are not good. I am responsible for finding food outside!"

"Stealing food!" Lao Chu interrupted.

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!" Yang Niannian spat, her teeth chattering.

At this time, the fairy looked at Zhou Mu:

"How do you feel? If you can still hold on."

“I don’t really feel anything.”

Zhou Mu shook his head, tentatively took off the amulet, then spread out his hands to indicate that he was fine.

The fairy was not surprised. She glanced at Chu Jie and Yang Niannian and said:
"That's normal. After all, you are the son of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun. It's not surprising that you didn't have your soul cleansed by the Buddha's sound."

Chu Jie suddenly widened his eyes, staring at Zhou Mu in astonishment. Yang Niannian still looked confused and asked curiously:

"Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun? Who is that? Lord Zhou's father? Why does he sound so powerful?"

"A deity." Chu Ji said solemnly, "A very powerful, very powerful ancient deity."

The female fairy took a look at Chu Ji and became even more certain that this person with double pupils had an extraordinary origin. You know, not long ago, even they, the inspectors of the heavenly realm, and even [Buzhou Tailao] of the fairyland did not know about this person.

But this little guy in the power realm seems to be very clear about it. It's quite interesting.

Yang Niannian widened her eyes:

"God! Lord Zhou, you are the son of a god!"

“Yeah, yeah.” Zhou Mu still felt a little guilty, and at the same time a little unnatural—it always felt weird to be someone's son for no reason.

Even the famous Erlang Zhenjun. He looked at Lao Chu deeply and immediately changed the subject:

"Well, I said before that I would visit my aunt, although now..."

Zhou Mu looked around the streets filled with Buddhist chants and devout prostrating himself, and said with a wry smile:

"Although now doesn't seem to be a good time, but can we just make do with it?"

He was really curious about the situation between Yang Niannian and her mother.

"Yes, yes!"

Yang Niannian nodded quickly, but then paused and glanced at Chu Ji:
"As for you, forget it. I'll let you follow me even if it's difficult for you!"

Old Chu rolled his eyes, and the fairy girl beside him naturally had no objection. She had said that she would not interfere with Zhou Mu, and she was also curious and wanted to find out what was going on.

The three of them followed Yang Niannian and headed towards the tube building.

"My mother doesn't like to talk much. When she does talk, she can be a little crazy. Please don't mind it!"

"Crazy?" Old Chu asked curiously, "You little thief, why do you use such words to describe your own mother?"

Yang Niannian was already somewhat numb, too lazy to pay attention to him, and sighed:
"My mother must have some brain disease. She is very afraid of water and occasionally talks nonsense. For example, she is a princess from a certain palace and she was in great pain after being pregnant for 100,000 years. In short, it is all inexplicable nonsense!"

The fairy was surprised:

"This really is a pregnancy that lasts a hundred thousand years."

She glanced at Zhou Mu.

Yang Niannian's eyes widened:
"Master Zhou, you have been pregnant for 100,000 years?"

"Uh, yeah, isn't it."

Zhou Mu's eyes were wandering. He thought it was such a coincidence. Both were 100,000 years, but one was nonsense and the other was a lie, huh?
Wait a minute?
He began to wonder if this was too much of a coincidence.

Erlang Zhenjun's surname is Yang, and he has been pregnant for 100,000 years.
Hey?
Did Yang Niannian say that her real name was Yang Nianchan?

Zhou Mu hadn't thought of that before, but at this moment he was stunned. Yang Nianchan.
If I remember correctly.

The sister of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, it seems, probably, as if.

Your name is Yang Chan?

Zhou Mu's heart skipped a beat.

Damn.

It can’t be such a coincidence???

The look he gave Yang Niannian became strange, and he still felt that it was somewhat impossible.

The direct descendant of Erlang Zhenjun was a servant who led the horses and stopped the chariot.
Well, it's quite impossible.

While they were daydreaming, they had already reached the top floor. Yang Niannian opened the door boldly:
"Mom! I'm back!"

“Brought back three friends!”

Zhou Mu looked up and saw a very ordinary small house with yellow walls, a floor covered with dust, and a ceiling that was only two meters high. The aisle could barely fit two people and was extremely cramped.

"Guests"

In the living room, an old woman stood up from the torn sofa, her eyes cloudy, and she limped over.

She had a head full of white hair and a face full of wrinkles. She looked skinny and seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"Xiao Nian, pour some water."

The old woman said, waving her hand slowly:

"Sit, everyone, sit down."

Zhou Mu, Chu Ji and the female fairy looked at each other. This old woman who looked extremely weak was actually not affected by the Buddha's soul cleansing!

Weird.

They sat down, and Yang Niannian rarely stopped talking. She poured a glass of water for all three of them, then took out a plate, reluctantly piled a few slices of bread on it, and brought it to the coffee table.

"Eat less!" she whispered.

The old woman patted Yang Niannian on the head and blamed her:

"Who taught you how to entertain guests? Go get me my jar of medicinal wine and pour it for the guests."

"mother!"

Yang Niannian covered her head and grimaced:
"There's no more wine in your jar! There's only paste left!"

"Oh, that's it."

The old woman nodded slowly, then nodded apologetically to the three people:

"My humble abode is simple, but I am sorry to have wronged the guests."

"No, aunt." Zhou Mu said hurriedly: "We shouldn't have come to disturb you, but we heard from Yang Niannian that you and her were not affected by the Buddhist sound, so we were a little curious and came to visit."

After a pause, Zhou Mu looked at Yang Niannian:
"You still don't know your aunt's last name?"

"My last name is Ao." The old woman said calmly, "As for why I am not affected by the Buddhist sound, it involves my secrets, so I cannot tell you about it."

Zhou Mu obviously didn't expect the old woman to be so direct. He scratched his head awkwardly. Chu Jie's face was full of confusion, and the fairy was the same, with a look of inquiry and seemed to be thinking about something.

The female fairy was especially shocked, thinking that this mother and daughter might be very unusual and might be hiding a big secret.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Yang Niannian stuck out her tongue and interrupted:

"Oh, by the way, mother, you always talk nonsense. You carried me for 100,000 years before giving birth to me. Let me tell you!"

She pointed at Zhou Mu and said with a silly smile:
"This Mr. Zhou has really been pregnant for 100,000 years! Let me introduce him to you. Mr. Zhou is the son of an ancient immortal!"

The old woman was obviously startled, and looked at Zhou Mu carefully, as if trying to read something from his eyes, and asked again:
"God? Which god?"

"It seems to be called."

Yang Niannian recalled:
"What is the True Lord Er Er Lang?"

"Oh, yes, Lord Erlang appears!"

The old woman was startled, her eyes suddenly widened, and she stood up tremblingly.

"Erlang, the Sage Master?"

"Is your father the True Lord Erlang Xiansheng?"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

She was heartbroken, trembling, and her voice suddenly became shrill:
"I know!"

"I know it!!"

Everyone was stunned. Yang Niannian stood up nervously:
"My mother has gone crazy again!"

As she finished speaking, she saw the elderly mother Yang walk up to Zhou Mu in two steps.
She stared at the young man, trembling, and finally let out a long sigh.

The old woman straightened her clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles at the corners, folded her hands in front of her, and suddenly became dignified and raised her head:

"You should call me Auntie."

(End of this chapter)