I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Yuan Dynasty.

Daming Mansion.

Fuzhenguan.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone over the hills, shrouding the entire Taoist temple in mist, and the sound of recitations came from the main hall.

The Taoist temple disciples in green robes were sitting cross-legged on cushions, reciting morning lessons.

"The sound of the bells resounds, the ten directions are cleared, the rivers and seas are silent, the mountains are filled with smoke, the myriad spirits are awakened to summon the immortals, the wisdom of the underworld is clear and the vastness is profound."

In one corner sat a handsome, tall young man. Although he was reciting the morning lessons with a solemn expression, his thoughts had already drifted away.

In his previous life, Yan Xiu was a miserable designer assistant. He fell asleep while revising a plan for the client for who knows how many times. When he woke up, he traveled through time and space to this body with the same name and surname as himself.

"I never thought that a prince of a country would fall into such a state."

Yan Xiu sighed inwardly.

At the end of the Jin Dynasty, the country was in decline, wars broke out, and various princes rose up to fight for the Central Plains. Finally, Tang Di from Jiangzuo, with the help of aristocratic families, swept across the eight directions with a devastating force and unified the country.

At this point, Tang Di founded the country, named it Yuan, and established the Yuan Dynasty. Naturally, Tang Di would not easily let go of Prince Yan Xiu, the only surviving royal bloodline of the Jin Dynasty.

Although he had loyal ministers to protect him, Tang Di had given a death order, determined to nip this weak threat in the bud. As a result, the infant prince was attacked from all sides, including some from martial arts sects.

The guards of the Jin Dynasty, who were already at the end of their rope, had no choice but to exchange the prince's child with that of a peasant woman, and then bring the prince back one day after they escaped.

In this way, the former prince became a country boy.

Yan Xiu showed extraordinary intelligence since he was a child, but his father died when he was ten years old. Later, he was spotted by a Taoist priest and accepted into the Fuzhen Temple as a miscellaneous disciple.

When his previous life saw the country being destroyed and his family ruined, he was just a hungry baby. He only knew that his parents were farmers working hard in the fields, so naturally he had no idea of ​​his true identity.

Yan Xiu looked dazed, a series of memory fragments flashing in his mind like a kaleidoscope, and it took him a while to digest them all.

"I'm afraid that the remaining members of the Great Jin have been exterminated. Otherwise, why has no one come to welcome the Crown Prince back in the past fourteen years? And my true identity must not be known to anyone, otherwise I will only be killed!"

Yan Xiu put his thoughts aside and concentrated on reciting the morning lessons.

Suddenly a golden light flashed before his eyes, and a line of words appeared in front of him.

[In the 32nd year of Yongguan, the Jin Dynasty was destroyed. As the only descendant of the royal family, you were hunted down from all directions. Fortunately, your guards risked their lives to save you. You successfully survived the crisis and received rewards: Immortal Cultivation Technique, Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture.]

"This is...Goldfinger!"

Yan Xiu's pupils suddenly shrank and he was filled with ecstasy.

Then he understood all the information about the golden finger. It was very simple and clear. As long as he successfully survived various disasters, he could get the reward given by the golden finger.

After learning about it, Yan Xiu accepted the reward without hesitation.

A wisp of golden spiritual energy like a thin thread emerged from the Dantian, and the spiritual energy flowed through the meridians and acupoints throughout the body like a stream. After circulating nine times, it fell back into the Dantian.

The first level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture came naturally.

"So simple?" Yan Xiu was a little surprised.

With a slight movement, the spiritual power will fill the meridians of the whole body, ready to be used.

From the memories of my previous life, I learned that martial arts existed in this world and were divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.

Among them, the lower three grades are the body tempering realm, the middle three grades are the bone forging realm, the upper three grades are called the transformation realm master, and above the upper three grades is the innate realm.

Warriors in the Xiantian realm are like elusive dragons in the entire Yuan Dynasty. Each of them is a powerful warrior in the world. It is rumored that warriors who have cultivated to the extreme can open rivers with their swords and extend their lifespan by a hundred years.

Taking Yan Xiu's current level of Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture into consideration, it is roughly equivalent to the eighth level, which makes him considered a master in Fuzhen Temple.

When he completed the first level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture, the morning class also ended.

The senior brother who led the reading drooped his eyelids and said in a long voice: "Morning class is over, the miscellaneous disciples stay to clean up, and the rest of you will follow me to practice martial arts."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the disciples stood up and walked out of the hall. Soon, only four or five miscellaneous disciples were left, among whom was Yan Xiu.

Although they are also disciples of Fuzhen Temple and can recite morning lessons with others, they only learn a set of basic boxing techniques to strengthen their bodies. As for the real martial arts techniques, they do not have the authority to learn them.

A miscellaneous disciple said with envy: "It would be great if I could learn martial arts too."

Another disciple sneered at this and said, "With your body, even if you were given the elixir to eat like candy, you still wouldn't be able to reach the grade."

Yan Xiu didn't say anything and just kept cleaning up.

A month later, Yan Xiu, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly heard a female voice coming from outside the room.

"Junior Brother Yan, Master is looking for you, come with me quickly."

The abbot, Taoist Master Mingxu, is not particular about trivial matters. Fuzhen Temple accepts disciples regardless of gender. Over the years, many women have come to the temple to practice.

Yan Xiu responded, straightened his clothes and followed her.

Calculating the date, it should be time for his mother to come and see him.

His mother would come from the village to visit him every once in a while, and would bring some homemade eggs for him to nourish his body.

The Fuzhen Temple was not very big. After following the Taoist boy for about half an incense stick of time, we arrived at a side hall.

Yan Xiu frowned immediately.

In the past, his mother always came to see him in the reception hall of the temple. Why did she bring him here this time?

Just as he was wondering, several figures came into view.

The white-haired man with an immortal look on the left is Taoist Mingxu. The leader on the right is an old man in his sixties, followed by two tall men in tight clothes.

"Master, Junior Brother Yan has been brought here."

The female disciple bowed respectfully outside the hall and spoke loudly.

"Come in quickly."

After hearing Taoist Mingxu's voice, Yan Xiuxin stepped into the hall.

At the same time, the old man also turned his eyes on him.

Yan Xiu first came to Taoist Mingxu, bowed and saluted, "Greetings, Master."

Then he met the old man's gaze.

Taoist Mingxu looked around at everyone and said softly, "I still have things to do, so I won't bother you anymore."

After saying that, he left.

The old man stared at Yan Xiu as he walked forward with a burning gaze, his lips trembling slightly and his expression excited.

"Like, so similar!"

Yan Xiu felt something was wrong, so he stepped back a few steps and said, "Sir, we have never met before. May I ask..."

Before he could finish, the three people opposite him knelt down and banged their heads on the ground, and the old man in the lead cried out in grief.

"The guilty minister Liu Ting deserves death. He caused the Crown Prince to wander in the countryside for fourteen years. Fortunately, God has mercy on me and I can finally see him. I beg Your Highness to forgive me."

After saying this, he kowtowed repeatedly.

Yan Xiu's heart suddenly beat violently when he heard this and he clenched his fists.

The remnants of the Great Jin!

They are still alive.

This was not good news for Yan Xiu. The fact that they could still find their way here after fourteen years showed that they still had the idea of ​​restoring their country in their hearts. But now the Yuan Dynasty had a strong army and countless masters under its command. How could a mere firefly compete with the bright moon?

Although Yan Xiu knew his true identity, he still looked confused. After all, he was just a baby in swaddling clothes when he fled. Naturally, he had no idea that he was the crown prince of the previous dynasty. It was reasonable for him to show doubt.

Seeing his confused expression, Liu Ting felt even more sad. He stood up and said, "Prince, please listen to me in detail."

Liu Ting talked about Yan Xiu's life experience in a rambling manner, and described in detail the glorious moments of the Great Jin Dynasty. In just a few words, he sketched a picture of prosperity before people's eyes. When talking about the current emperor Tang Di, he used all his knowledge to portray him as a despicable and shameless person. There was hatred in his words and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"We have been preparing for the restoration of the country for more than ten years. Now everything is ready. Today we come to invite Your Highness to return to the court, ascend the throne and govern the country, so as to strengthen the morale of the army and restore the Great Jin!"