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

In the room, there was a thick stack of memorials in front of Yan Xiu. These were the intelligence that he had ordered Zhu Miao to gather in the martial arts world.

Although I didn't know why Yan Xiu asked me to collect these, I still did as I was asked.

Yan Xiu picked up one of them and started reading.

"News from Jianghu: A mysterious master and a young Taoist priest from Fuzhen Temple had a shocking battle, but the outcome was still unclear!"

Yan Xiu glanced at Zhu Miao and felt a little amused.

The leader of the evil sect was simply too embarrassed to admit defeat, so he had to come up with a mysterious title.

But gradually, Yan Xiu's expression began to look a little ugly.

At first, the information in the memorial was somewhat useful to Yan Xiu, but the more he read on, the more outrageous the news became.

"Liu Xiangjun of Hongchen Pavilion won the title of the most beautiful lady. The young men from the five great families in Zhongzhou fought in the pavilion just to win her smile."

"The head of Buyue Peak in Yuanzhou cut off the root of his troubles in order to cultivate peerless martial arts."

"In order to show off their wealth, the Xu family of Liuyang Prefecture laid out a barrier of dozens of miles with silk and satin."

Absurd things like these occupy nearly one-third of the pages.

At this moment, Yan Xiu somewhat understood the feeling of the ancient emperors when they reviewed trash memorials.

Zhu Miao felt uneasy as he watched Yan Xiu's expression change.

Yan Xiu tapped the table lightly, and suddenly a bunch of memorials floated in front of him. He flipped through them quickly and picked out the useless information.

Although Zhu Miao was stunned, he didn't dare to say anything for fear of disturbing them.

Suddenly Yan Xiu's eyes lit up and he took out a document from among those being flipped through.

"General Sikou Fuyun led his army to fight the rebels in Shanghang. Both sides suffered heavy casualties. However, the rebels received help from the Xiantian Realm and reversed the situation."

There are actually people in the Xiantian realm among the remnants of the Great Jin Dynasty?

Yan Xiu touched his chin.

He threw the letter to Zhu Miao.

"Do you know who this Xiantian realm is?"

After reading it, Zhu Miao hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and said, "I don't know."

Martial artists in the Xiantian realm have always had erratic whereabouts. Except for those in the capital and famous sects, most of the others are wandering around the world.

I don’t know what price the remnants of the Great Jin Dynasty offered to be able to invite a master of the Innate Realm to stand on their side.

Or is this their hidden card?

In any case, this is a good thing for Yan Xiu.

As long as the court's attention is dragged into the quagmire of war, it will not focus on itself.

After reading the rest of the intelligence, Yan Xiu took a bottle of pills from the shelf.

He poured out a pill and handed it to Zhu Miao.

"This pill can gradually improve the deficiencies in your Xiantian realm."

After hearing this, Zhu Miao widened his eyes and took it doubtfully.

His biggest regret was that he had to use external objects to enter the innate realm in order to stay alive. Although his life span was extended, the sequelae made him feel very regretful.

Looking at the pill in his palm, which was only the size of a longan, Zhu Miao asked cautiously.

"Master, can this elixir really make up for my shortcomings in the Xiantian realm?"

Yan Xiu glanced at him and said, "Of course. If you don't believe it, just return it to me."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand, and the pill in his palm slowly floated towards Yan Xiu.

Zhu Miao grabbed it and said with a wry smile: "I naturally believe in the Taoist's magical skills."

After saying this, he hurriedly said goodbye and returned to his room impatiently, unable to wait to find out what was going on.

...

Suddenly it is the season of cicadas chirping.

Recently, there have been many ragged people among the pilgrims going up the mountain. Li Feng told me that they were refugees from the war who had poured into Daming Prefecture.

The war between the remnants of the Jin Dynasty and the imperial court spread to several states, leaving hundreds of thousands of people homeless.

Daming Prefecture was nearby, and within just over a month, tens of thousands of refugees poured in.

Zheng Fuyin immediately organized people to help with disaster relief and set up a tent to distribute porridge.

But unfortunately, Daming Prefecture was not a prosperous place and could not provide much surplus grain to help the victims.

Prefect Zheng summoned the wealthy families in the city and promised them that if their merchants opened their warehouses and released grain, they would not be treated unfairly when the disaster relief funds from the court arrived.

However, he also knew that even if he reported to the court and requested disaster relief grain, how much of it would actually reach the people after being deducted from various levels.

All the wealthy people in the city are cunning and shrewd, so they naturally understand this truth. Not a fool would believe such empty promises.

So the few of them kept silent about it and only released some grain symbolically. When Zheng Fuyin found out, he was so angry that he cursed loudly, but he could do nothing about it.

After Taoist Mingxu heard the news, he also sent his disciples down the mountain to provide relief to the victims. However, Fuzhen Temple was originally a place for spiritual practice, so naturally they could not provide much food.

As time passed, more and more refugees gathered in Daming Prefecture.

It is now the hot summer. If things continue like this, there will inevitably be a tragic situation of starvation everywhere. If an epidemic breaks out, the consequences will be disastrous.

By then, not only Fuzhen Temple, but the entire Daming Prefecture will probably become a hell on earth.

Although Yan Xiu had been fasting and did not need to eat, all the disciples in the temple were mortals, and most of the stored food was used to help the victims of the disaster, so that everyone looked malnourished.

Yan Xiu sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, closed his eyes and felt the spiritual energy filling the world.

"Big Brother, Master and the others are already waiting in the hall."

A weak voice came from behind.

Yan Xiu slowly opened his eyes, responded, then jumped off the cliff and floated towards his destination.

In the palace.

Taoist Mingxu and his companions all had dejected expressions.

After more than ten days of hard work and not eating much food, even a master of the state of transformation would find it difficult to withstand.

Yan Xiu walked in from outside the hall and went straight to the point.

"Master, I have a way to solve the food problem, but I still need the help of the government."

Taoist Mingxu's eyes lit up when he heard this.

If anyone else said this, he might kick them out, but Yan Xiu was different.

As his disciple, he always looks calm and composed in the face of any situation, but that is indeed the fact.

Whether it is defeating Helian Cheng or subduing the leader of the Demon Sect, Yan Xiu can easily solve the problem.

"Okay, I'll go down the mountain now to invite Zheng Fuyin."

Taoist Mingxu didn't ask many questions because it showed his trust in Yan Xiu.

An hour later, Zheng Fuyin, who had also been hungry for several days, rushed over with his men.

As soon as they met, he hurriedly grabbed Yan Xiu's hand and asked, "Young Taoist priest, what good plan do you have to solve the problem of feeding the people?"

Yan Xiu smiled and motioned for him to sit down first.

Zheng Fuyin had no time to think and kept asking again and again.

At this moment, not only him, but everyone in the hall had their eyes on Yan Xiu.

Yan Xiu signaled him to stay calm and said, "Your Excellency only needs to answer two questions for me."

"First, how many rice seeds are there in the barn? Second, how many fertile fields are there outside the city that have not been planted?"

As soon as the two questions came out, Zheng Fuyin immediately frowned.

However, Shu Jianqing in the crowd was suddenly startled and recalled the scene in the medicine field.

Thinking of this, her heart beat faster involuntarily.

Junior brother, he doesn't want to...

Zheng Fuyin originally thought that Yan Xiu would ask him how much grain was left in his granary, or that he would devise a plan to force the wealthy households in the city to open their granaries and release the grain.

"Little Taoist priest, why are you asking this?"

Yan Xiu raised his hand to stop him from asking further, his tone firm.

"Sir, if you want the people in the city to survive, you must obey me in everything."

Before Zheng Fuyin could continue asking questions, the official behind him couldn't help but speak.

"It's already this late, and you're still keeping me in suspense, you little brat!"

Prefect Zheng stopped him and turned to stare at Yan Xiu.

When Taoist Mingxu came to his house to invite him, he didn't want to go up the mountain. But he was at his wit's end and had to give it a try, and followed Taoist Mingxu up the mountain.

Looking at the handsome Taoist priest who was full of confidence, he thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "There are still 300 kilograms of rice seeds in the warehouse, and there are about 500 acres of fertile land outside the city that have not been planted."

"Young Taoist priest, this matter concerns the life and death of the people in the city, we must not be careless!"

Yan Xiu nodded after listening to this, but his next sentence surprised everyone.

"In that case, please go down the mountain immediately and try to finish sowing the remaining 500 acres of fertile land within seven days."