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

[In the 16th year of Jianwu, the martial arts genius Helian Cheng heard that you defeated Yuan Tingjiang with two moves, so he came to ask for advice. He was defeated by you with one sword and received a reward: magic, Nine Heavens Thunder]

Yan Xiu temporarily put aside Helian Cheng's affairs and concentrated on accepting the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. Immediately, every sentence of the thunder-controlling formula was imprinted in his mind.

After Helian Cheng finished speaking, he saw that Yan Xiu did not move for a long time, and he felt uneasy, wondering if he had said something wrong.

After an incense stick of time, Yan Xiu had completely memorized the mantra of controlling thunder, and he followed the mantra to condense the spiritual energy in his body into his palms.

The next moment, a ball of lightning appeared in his palm.

Seeing this, Yan Xiu smiled and turned his hand to destroy the palm thunder.

Helian Cheng, who was standing by, caught a glimpse of this scene and was immediately shocked.

He thought he was seeing things and rubbed his eyes hard with his hands. The shock in his heart had already overwhelmed the pain caused by the injury on his hand.

"Was that... thunder?"

Who is this little Taoist priest? He can actually trap heavenly thunder in his palm. Is he a god who has descended to earth?

How can an ordinary warrior have such ability?

The more Helian Cheng thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his awe of Yan Xiu increased even more.

Yan Xiu didn't have the ability to read minds, so he naturally didn't know that his small experiment just now had caused fear in the heart of this genius.

He stood up and looked at Helian Cheng who had a conflicted expression beside him.

At such a young age, he has already possessed the cultivation level of the third rank. As long as he is given time, reaching the Xiantian realm will not be a problem, and even the Tianyuan realm is possible.

Yan Xiu touched his chin. If Helian Cheng could be used by him, it might save him a lot of trouble in the future. However, he still needed to observe him for a while.

From then on, there was an ordinary Taoist sweeper on the stairs of Fuzhen Temple.

This year, General Sikou Fuyun led his troops to attack Huanglong, killed many rebels and recaptured several lost states. The remnants of the Jin Dynasty suffered a defeat and dared not engage in a head-on confrontation, so they had to withdraw their forces and engage in a stalemate with the enemy.

When the emperor learned about it, he was very pleased and rewarded him with a thousand taels of gold and a hundred pieces of fine silk.

On the other side, the war in the northern border was in a stalemate. The entire battlefield turned into a meat grinder, and countless soldiers died on the battlefield every day.

General Chu Changbing sent a Xiantian realm warrior to attack the Khan's Golden Tent late at night to decapitate him, but the enemy saw through his plan. A fierce battle broke out between the two sides, and both sides ended up suffering heavy losses.

Although Yan Xiu never went down the mountain, with his keen five senses he was able to hear all kinds of news about the outside world from the tourists who came to Fuzhen Temple to burn incense.

The boring daily meditation practice is always a bit boring, this is a way for him to pass the time.

No matter how chaotic the outside world is, just protect your own little piece of land.

He originally thought that the warriors in the Xiantian realm would be the ancestors of the sects who were high and mighty and kept in seclusion, but he did not expect that there would be people who would allow the imperial court to control them.

After all, all under heaven belongs to the king, and all within the four seas are his subjects.

“I don’t know if there are any Tianyuan or even Tiangang realm warriors in the Great Yuan territory.”

Recalling what his master had said, Yan Xiu looked into the distance and fell into deep thought.

Five days later, Taoist Mingxu returned.

It’s just that I was alone when I left, and I was still alone when I came back.

Faced with the concerned inquiries of his disciples, he just shook his head and said nothing more.

After sending everyone away, Yan Xiu and Taoist Mingxu came to the century-old tree again.

Although Taoist Mingxu tried his best to conceal it, Yan Xiu still noticed something was wrong.

Taoist Mingxu's face turned blue, his internal Qi was disordered, and his cultivation level of the third level of transformation was less than half of his peak period. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"Master, what happened this time when we went down the mountain?"

Faced with Yan Xiu's concern, Taoist Mingxu could no longer hide his emotion and started coughing loudly.

"Your eldest brother joined the Demon Sect. I wanted to persuade him to turn back, but he was ambushed by the Demon Sect."

After saying that, he tore open his clothes, revealing a black palm print on his chest, with dark blue blood threads spreading hideously around it. The horror of the scene was so terrifying that it made one's scalp tingle.

"This is the most evil martial art of the Demon Sect. I can still suppress it with my true qi now, but if it continues for a long time, the poison will enter my heart meridians and there will be no cure."

Yan Xiu quickly searched the Nine Cauldrons Alchemy Scripture in his mind, trying to find an elixir that could cure the poison.

Seeing Yan Xiu frowning, Taoist Mingxu slowly covered the wound.

"Before I came back, I went to Medicine King Valley. But this poison was very difficult even for them. According to their calculations, I only have three years left at most."

Taoist Mingxu said this in a relaxed tone, as if he didn't take it to heart.

After swallowing a pill obtained from Yaowang Valley, Taoist Mingxu said to Yan Xiu.

"Would you like to be the abbot?"

Yan Xiu was stunned when he heard this.

Become the abbot of Fuzhen Temple?

Yan Xiu looked hesitant and did not answer.

Now, his cultivation level has reached the highest level in Fuzhen Temple, and his reputation among the disciples is also unique. Everyone thinks that it is a foregone conclusion that Yan Xiu will become the next abbot, but no one expected it to come so soon.

"Why, is being the abbot unfair to you?"

Taoist Mingxu sat on a stone bench and glanced at him.

Yan Xiu smiled bitterly and replied, "That's not the case. It's just that I'm still young and I'm afraid it's difficult for me to take on such a big responsibility. My Senior Brother Li Feng should be more suitable."

It's not that Yan Xiu doesn't want to be the abbot, but his nature is indifferent to worldly things. Once he becomes the abbot, he will inevitably have to deal with people in the future, and now he just wants to focus his energy on spiritual practice.

Taoist Mingxu shook his head after hearing this.

"You should know that in the martial arts world, the cultivation of the leader of a sect is the face of the sect. Although Li Feng is smooth in dealing with people, his cultivation is still a little lacking. Xiaoqing is a simple woman with a simple personality, and your third senior brother is even more useless."

Taoist Master Mingxu obviously knows the cultivation level and temperament of each of his disciples very well.

"Okay, it's settled. I'll give you two years to prepare."

After saying this, without waiting for Yan Xiu to speak, Taoist Mingxu waved his sleeves and decisively settled the matter.

Yan Xiu had no choice but to accept the task.

Judging from his current progress, his cultivation level will at least reach the Tianyuan realm in two years. By then, he will be able to protect himself in the Yuan Dynasty and will no longer have to worry about his true identity being exposed.

"Oh, right. When I went up the mountain, I saw a boy who was only about sixteen or seventeen years old wearing a Taoist robe. He had a very condensed Qi. I don't remember anyone in the temple who could have such a level of cultivation."

Yan Xiu smiled faintly and told him about Helian Cheng coming to challenge him.

After listening to him, Taoist Mingxu gave him an unfathomable look and sighed, "Good boy, it seems that I underestimated you. This abbot must be you!"

After leaving the courtyard, Yan Xiu went to the Hundred Medicine Garden and gave Shu Jianqing the medicinal materials needed for several elixirs that could cure hundreds of poisons in the Nine Ding Dan Jing, asking her to see if there were any in the courtyard.

Many of the pilgrims who have come to burn incense at Fuzhen Temple recently are owners of drugstores in the city. Perhaps we could ask them to keep an eye out for us.

As for the people from the Demon Sect who severely injured the Master, we will settle that account later.

Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Yan Xiu's eyes.

...

In the cold winter, thousands of miles of land are frozen.

In the blink of an eye, it is the winter solstice again.

Although it is winter, the world is still bustling with activity.

The news of Helian Cheng's challenge to Fuzhen Temple has spread. Just when people thought that he would once again take away the plaque of Fuzhen Temple without any suspense, they discovered something wrong.

Many days had passed since Helian Cheng went up the mountain, but people had never seen him come down until someone who was watching the battle on the mountain that day leaked the news.

Helian Cheng, who had challenged all the major sects without a single defeat, was actually defeated by a single sword, and finally became a Taoist priest sweeping the mountain stairs in Fuzhen Temple!

Yan Xiu's name once again spread across the country along with the howling north wind.