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

With a large amount of food, the relief work in Daming Prefecture was carried out in an orderly manner.

Yan Xiu returned to the mountain.

Zhu Miao, the leader of the Demon Sect who had followed all the way, has not yet completely calmed down.

The newly sown seeds matured in the blink of an eye. It is no exaggeration to call this method immortal.

Thinking of this, he looked at Yan Xiu with even more awe.

Yan Xiu didn't notice any of this because he was concentrating on thinking about the reward he had received.

[In the 17th year of Jianwu, the court fought with the rebels, causing the people to be displaced and hungry. You rescued them and received rewards: supernatural powers, incarnation]

As the name suggests, this is a magical power that can create clones. The strength of the clone depends on the realm of the original body and the amount of spiritual power injected into it.

Those who have reached a high level can split into hundreds or thousands of clones to cooperate in combat.

nice one!

About half an hour later, he gradually digested this magical power.

At that moment, Yan Xiu's body trembled, and a shadow that looked exactly like him separated from his body.

The two Yan Xiu sat cross-legged on the bed at the same time.

Zhu Miao, who was standing by, saw this scene and his eyelids twitched, thinking he was seeing things.

But when he carefully detected their aura, he found that they were actually two Yan Xiu!

"This, this...what is this?"

One of the Yan Xiu smiled slightly and said, "Don't be nervous, it's just a little trick."

After hearing this, Zhu Miao was shocked.

Little trick?

You're telling me this is a trick?

If these are just little tricks, then isn't my rolling ghost fog just a magic trick for amusing children?

Yan Xiu was very satisfied with this. He blew gently and the other him disappeared in a wisp of green smoke in the blink of an eye.

"Have you found the person I asked you to check?"

Zhu Miao lowered his head slightly and said, "Master, that person only stayed in the Demon Sect for less than a month before leaving. We are still looking for where he went."

Yan Xiu nodded, closed his eyes and continued to comprehend his external incarnation.

...

Half a month later, the disaster situation in Daming Prefecture gradually stabilized, and the city that had lost its vitality slowly recovered.

Of course, all this is thanks to Yan Xiu's method of forcing things to grow.

Someone wrote down Yan Xiu's appearance at that time, painted his portrait and worshipped it at home, burning incense and chanting scriptures every day.

More people in the city and refugees went up the mountain to burn incense and pray to the Taoist ancestor for Yan Xiu to live a long life.

For a time, Fuzhen Temple welcomed a large number of pilgrims and travelers.

There are so many people who stay overnight in the temple every day that the disciples have to vacate their rooms to give them to the pilgrims.

When Prefect Zheng learned about this, he made a bold move and had the government fund the expansion of Fuzhen Temple by double its size.

In this way, the problem of Fuzhen Temple was solved, and the people also praised the judge for his wisdom. It was a win-win situation.

Looking back, Prefect Zheng began to settle the score.

He arrested those wealthy families in the city who refused to cooperate, accusing them of hoarding grain and driving up the price of grain, and then slaughtered them severely before he was satisfied.

Otherwise, where do you think the money for the expansion of Fuzhen Temple came from?

With all this money in and out, the pockets of the entire government and Prefect Zheng were filled with money.

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in the room.

Yan Xiu was controlling the fire with full concentration.

There is a recipe in the Jiuding Dan Jing for a pill that can improve one's cultivation, but at that time there were no herbs of the right age in the Baiyao Garden.

Now that the entire Hundred Medicine Garden has been ripened by him, this pill recipe has naturally been put on the agenda.

boom!

A subtle sound came from the alchemy furnace.

Yan Xiu looked delighted, it’s done!

With a gentle wave of the hand, the lid of the furnace opened automatically, and one by one, the colorful elixirs jumped out and fell into the box.

He picked up a pill and put it in his mouth, and it immediately turned into majestic spiritual energy.

The fourth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture has been perfected and is about to enter the fifth level.

More than a month later.

Yan Xiu was flipping through the memorial sent by Zhu Miao.

He requested that intelligence from the Demon Sect be sent to him on a monthly basis so that he could keep abreast of changes in the outside world and avoid being confused.

Ever since Zhu Miao learned that the spies had reported all kinds of messy things to him, he has been scolding his men.

As a result, the intelligence content was greatly simplified, and most of them were important events that occurred in the underworld.

After Yan Xiu finished reading the last memorial, Zhu Miao took out something and handed it to him.

"Master, this thing was obtained by our disciples from overseas. It is said to be born from a monster and is extremely mysterious. We dare not make any decisions on our own. Please make the decision, Master."

Yan Xiu opened the wooden box and found an egg lying quietly inside.

He used his spiritual power to penetrate and observe, and found a fist-sized baby bird curled up inside.

overseas?

Yan Xiu suddenly remembered that many of the novels described overseas in a rather mysterious way, and that the current emperor had also sent people to build ships to go out to sea in search of immortals.

The descendants of monsters?

He suddenly became interested.

From what we know so far, there were no monsters or beasts in the Yuan Dynasty. As for evil spirits, they mostly breed in cemeteries or mass graves filled with resentment.

But warriors have strong qi and blood, and once these evil spirits get close to them, they will be burned to death, and only ordinary people will be affected by them.

As for the immortal cultivator, there is probably only Yan Xiu.

Although there are many people who claim to be the reincarnation of the star god, nine out of ten of them are charlatans who are trying to mislead people.

Yan Xiu took the egg and made a delicate nest for it.

From the current perspective, it will probably take a long time for the baby bird to hatch from the shell. I wonder if injecting spiritual power into it will allow it to be born earlier.

Thinking about this, he gently placed his palm on the egg and injected a strand of extremely gentle spiritual power into it.

After finishing, Yan Xiu took out a pill and gave it to Zhu Miao.

The latter's eyes suddenly lit up and he took it with trembling hands.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest!"

A big part of the reason why Zhu Miao worked so hard was for this pill.

What Yan Xiu said at the beginning was indeed true. This elixir could really make up for the shortcomings caused by his use of external objects to enter the innate realm.

But the effect is not very obvious and needs to be taken monthly.

At first he thought that Yan Xiu must have done it on purpose, but later he realized that if he completed it all at once, he would not be able to digest it with his current ability and would explode and die.

After Zhu Miao found out, he secretly cursed himself for judging others by his own mean standards, and he became more and more convinced of Yan Xiu.

After sending Zhu Miao away, Yan Xiu came to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the entire Taoist temple.

The Fuzhen Temple is bustling with activity, with craftsmen working hard on the expansion.

They were not only the starving residents of the city, but also the witnesses of the miracle that happened in the south of the city that day. In their hearts, they had already regarded Yan Xiu as a god traveling on earth.

When they learned that Fuzhen Temple was going to be expanded, they picked up their weapons and went up the mountain without saying a word.

In just half a month, Fuzhen Temple was completely transformed.

After that, the incense became more and more popular, and many pilgrims wanted to see Yan Xiu in person.

Taoist Mingxu knew that his disciple was indifferent by nature, so he had to concentrate on his cultivation and stopped these people.