Honghuang: Creation of the Green Lotus, the beginning of the Three Pure Ones

"Hehe, so it's Her Majesty the Queen herself. I, Old Sun, am very grateful for Your Majesty's help. If I had known earlier, why would I have fought that Grand Tutor?"

Sun Wukong cupped his hands in greeting, but his sharp eyes scrutinized the Queen, trying to see through the truth beneath her yin aura.

The Queen was not surprised by Sun Wukong's appearance, and simply nodded: "You monkey don't know your place. If you destroy my palace, I will make you pay for it."

"The holy monk is not yet fully recovered and still needs my continued treatment. Without further ado, you may all come with me to the palace."

After saying that, without waiting for Tang Sanzang and the others to agree, he turned around and left.

The group then escorted Tang Sanzang into the depths of the palace, into a quiet room that was elegantly furnished but chillingly cold.

The yin energy here was even stronger, but for Tang Sanzang at this time, it became a warm bed for healing.

The Queen dismissed everyone except for the master and his disciples. She then channeled her inner energy, using pure Yin energy as a guide to help Tang Sanzang harmonize Yin and Yang.

During the process, their breaths inevitably intertwined, and a subtle emotion silently arose between them.

As Tang Sanzang gazed at the Queen's focused and aloof profile, the strange feeling in his heart grew stronger. The Queen occasionally met his gaze, and her eyes softened, revealing a subtle, indescribable ripple.

Sun Wukong, who was protecting his master from the side, saw everything clearly and thought to himself, "Master's love tribulation has indeed arrived. But is this queen friend or foe?"

He quietly spun out his divine sense to explore the surroundings and indeed discovered that outside the quiet room, there were extremely hidden distorted traces in the space, as if it were connected to some secret realm.

An extremely subtle yet powerful divine sense briefly swept across the area, cold and ruthless, carrying a scrutinizing quality.

"Hmph, something's definitely fishy." Sun Wukong's mind raced, and he gave Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing a wink, signaling them to be extra careful.

After several hours of the Queen's internal energy cultivation, Tang Sanzang's condition improved significantly. Not only did the excruciating pain disappear, but the Yin and Yang energies within his body also subtly achieved a mysterious balance. His magical cultivation even seemed to have improved somewhat.

The Queen looked at Tang Sanzang, whose breathing had become steady and whose face had regained its color, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

His voice remained cool as he said, "It's good that the Holy Monk is unharmed. It's getting late, so please rest in the palace."

"As for the matter of exchanging the official documents, we can discuss it again tomorrow." After saying this, he gave Tang Sanzang a deep look before getting up and leaving.

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Tang Sanzang sat in meditation in the quiet room, but his mind was in turmoil. The scene of the White Queen healing his wounds and her cold yet caring gaze kept replaying in his mind.

He had cultivated himself for many years, his Zen mind steadfast, yet at this moment, ripples of emotion stirred within him for no apparent reason. He could also now understand just how painful it must have been for Pigsy and Weak Water to yearn for each other for five hundred years.

Suddenly, a faint sound of a flute drifted over, plaintive and sorrowful, carrying endless loneliness and desolation, stirring the deepest tenderness in people's hearts.

Tang Sanzang, as if possessed, got up, pushed open the door, and followed the sound of the flute.

Unbeknownst to them, they had arrived deep in the Imperial Garden and found the Queen playing the flute in a pavilion. Under the moonlight, she appeared less majestic than during the day and more gentle and vulnerable.

Hearing footsteps, the Queen stopped playing her flute and turned around. Their eyes met, and for a moment they were speechless, an awkward yet ambiguous atmosphere filling the air.

"Your Majesty's flute playing is truly moving," Tang Sanzang said, pressing his palms together in an attempt to break the silence.

The Queen put down her jade flute, sighed softly, and said, "The years in this palace are long, and only the sound of the flute keeps me company."

"Holy Monk, do you know that our Western Liang Women's Kingdom has been without men for generations, and its people all drink the water of the Mother-Child River to continue their bloodline? It appears peaceful, but in reality, it is like a cursed land." "The entire Western Liang Women's Kingdom is increasingly filled with yin energy, and its vitality is waning. I, as its king, am powerless to change this..."

Her voice carried genuine weariness and sorrow, a stark contrast to her aloof demeanor during the day, instantly striking the softest spot in Tang Sanzang's heart.

"His Majesty……"

Tang Sanzang was at a loss for words to comfort him.

The Queen took two steps closer, her gaze fixed intently on him: "During the day, while healing the Holy Monk, I sensed the supreme Yang essence within him. This is precisely the harmonizing power that our nation desperately needs."

"Perhaps the Holy Monk is the opportunity for our Western Liang Women's Kingdom to overcome its predicament, as foretold by the Mother Goddess. I just wonder if the Holy Monk is willing to help our Western Liang Women's Kingdom through this calamity?"

Her eyes were filled with expectation, even a hint of dependence. Tang Sanzang felt uneasy under her gaze, his Zen mind wavering, and he dared not meet her eyes directly.

The power of the tribulation of love had silently and imperceptibly coiled around him. In the shadows, the figure of the Nine-Tailed Earth Scorpion was hidden in the void, watching the scene in the pavilion, a smile playing on his lips.

"Junior Brother Jin Chanzi, how is the taste of this love tribulation? Senior Sister can only help you this much."

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong, concealed, was also keeping a close watch on the pavilion. His gaze, however, bypassed the Queen and was fixed on a seemingly ordinary artificial hill in the Imperial Garden.

There, the fluctuations in space were unusually subtle, and that cold divine sense from before reappeared and locked onto him.

"It seems that the Western Liang Women's Kingdom is far more complicated than I imagined. The prey is not just my master, that old monk. I'm afraid even I, Sun Wukong, am among them."

"But trying to outwit me, Old Sun, won't be so easy. Even if you bring me a female monkey, you won't be able to shake my resolve."

Sun Wukong sneered inwardly, thinking he was also going through a love tribulation. Full of confidence, he gripped his golden cudgel tightly.

He knew that the Western Liang Women's Kingdom was not only a land of gentle pleasures, but also a graveyard for heroes, and a crucial purgatory for the rebirth of Buddhism and Taoism.

But he never imagined that the conspiracy against him, Sun Wukong, was not out of affection, but rather a life-or-death crisis that had gripped him since birth.

At the same time, the Yin Sha Demon God in the hidden space also sensed a familiar aura on Sun Wukong.

"No wonder Hongjun made me take action personally. It turns out that this monkey is actually a wisp of the primordial spirit of the Chaos Demon Ape."

"It's a pity it's just a wisp. If it were a complete primordial spirit, I could think of a way to help you regain your past memories."

While talking to himself, the Yin Sha Demon God also glanced at the landscape painting in front of him.

In the landscape painting, there was a tall mountain, and on the mountain stood an old pine tree. Beneath the pine tree sat a monkey, whose appearance was exactly like that of Sun Wukong.

Indeed, this landscape painting is also a spatial magic treasure. The monkey in the painting is the substitute that Buddhism plans to use to replace Sun Wukong.

His entire body emanated the same aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal as Sun Wukong. If he were to stand truly next to Sun Wukong, he would be indistinguishable from the real thing.

Little did they know, Sun Wukong's true cultivation had already reached the mid-stage of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm. Therefore, the Buddhist sect's attempt to use the substitute peach to kill was clearly wishful thinking.

Meanwhile, Chen Xuan on Qinglian Island was also observing the every move of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom. A faint smile played on his lips. (End of Chapter)