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

When Zhu Miao heard this, his old face was like a blooming chrysanthemum, full of smiles.

"Thanks to Daozun's blessing and teachings, I am not far from a breakthrough."

"As for the other people in the temple, they are also practicing diligently and have made some breakthroughs in their realms. In time, they will be able to become the main force in resisting the demon race."

Zhu Miao knew very well that he was not a genius like Tang Yu or Liu Wuyan.

Although his desire to practice existed, it was not too fanatical.

At the same time, she also understood that her talents were limited, so she never had any unrealistic fantasies.

When it comes to spiritual practice, I always maintain a mindset of letting things take their own course and letting everything work out naturally.

Perhaps it was this kind of mentality that enabled him to move forward steadily on the path of cultivation and his realm improved quietly without him noticing.

After listening to this, Yan Xiu nodded slightly: "That's very good."

Today, in addition to Yan Xiu, Fuzhen Temple also has someone who can take on the main responsibility.

Among his three disciples, Tang Yu and Liu Wuyan have already reached the Hunyuan realm, and Qing'er is not far behind.

Even that brat Helian Cheng was not to be outdone and followed closely behind.

Xu Xiang practices in seclusion every day and is only one step away from reaching the Qiankun realm.

Zhu Miao and other disciples in the temple who are at the Tianyuan and Tiangang realms form the backbone of Fuzhen Temple.

Although they still seemed stretched compared to sects with a long tradition like the Holy Sky Island, Yan Xiu knew that what they lacked was only time.

As long as they are given enough time to practice, it will be a foregone conclusion that they will surpass the Holy Sky Island, let alone catch up with it.

Yan Xiu withdrew his gaze and paced back to the courtyard.

"From today on, I will be in seclusion to practice. If there is nothing important, I will leave everything to you to handle."

After he finished speaking, the gate creaked and closed gently.

Zhu Miao bowed to the gate of the courtyard and left quietly.

Now Yan Xiu is only a thin layer of window paper away from the eighth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture.

However, no matter how he practiced, he could never find the opportunity to realize it.

Therefore, Yan Xiu planned to stay in seclusion for a long time, and vowed to break through the eighth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Sutra before coming out.

The gate of the courtyard on the top of the mountain has been closed for several springs, summers, autumns and winters.

...

And inside Fuzhen Temple, everything was as peaceful as usual.

In the early morning, before the first ray of sunlight had completely fallen, Tang Yu had already begun his daily practice.

He sat cross-legged on the bluestone in his courtyard, his eyes closed and his mind focused. The aura surged around him, as if he had merged with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Now Tang Yu's cultivation has already reached the Hunyuan realm, but he did not slack off. Instead, he practiced more diligently, hoping to reach a higher realm as soon as possible.

He knew that although a hundred years seemed like a long span, it was enough for a mortal to go from birth to death.

But for a warrior in the Hunyuan realm, this hundred years is nothing.

...

In another quiet place with swaying green bamboos, Liu Wuyan was also concentrating on practicing.

Although he was as silent as a whetstone, the sword in his hand was as graceful as a startled wild goose, and the sword light was flashing.

It is like a clear spring in a mountain stream leaping over rocks, or like moonlight pouring down on bamboo leaves, dynamic yet dignified.

The tip of the sword outlined graceful trajectories in the clear blue air, sometimes as sharp as breaking through clouds and splitting rocks, pointing straight to the sky, and sometimes as gentle as catkins in the wind, caressing the bamboo tips.

The combination of hardness and softness between fast and slow is natural and harmonious, as if the yin and yang power between heaven and earth is flowing through the tip of the sword, giving the ordinary iron tool a lifelike spirituality.

Wherever the sword energy was surging, the bamboo leaves trembled slightly, as if resonating with the sword dance.

...

The Hundred Medicinal Herbs Garden is full of greenery.

Qing'er's figure shuttled among the numerous plants and trees, carefully protecting each priceless rare and magical medicine.

She walked lightly and her movements were as delicate as embroidery. Wherever her fingertips touched, it seemed as if she gave the medicinal herbs endless vitality.

Shu Jianqing, who was standing by, carefully guided Qing'er with the wisdom and skills he had accumulated over half a lifetime.

The immaturity of the past has turned into calmness and wisdom, and the years have given her a warm luster.

The smile in her eyes and brows reveals the elegance and composure accumulated over the years.

The mature charm is like aged wine, mellow and intoxicating, which makes people admire it and can't help but be deeply fascinated by it.

Now Shu Jianqing has long since retired behind the scenes and no longer cares about the affairs of the temple, leaving everything to the new generation of disciples.

Not only him, most of her fellow disciples of the same generation as Li Feng have also become elders and no longer care about worldly affairs.

...

Helian Cheng is an exception.

He always wandered around the temple, spending three or four hours every day teaching martial arts and answering questions for the disciples.

It was precisely because of this action that he won quite a reputation among his disciples, who all respectfully called him "senior".

Although there were constant wars and rampant monsters outside the Yuan Dynasty.

But the Yuan Dynasty was a country of peace and prosperity with the people living in peace.

...

...

Time flies like an arrow, and the years pass by silently.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

September, the 52nd year of Zhenghe.

The gate to the mountaintop courtyard, which had been closed for ten years, finally opened slowly, and Yan Xiu, dressed in a blue shirt, walked out.

But there was no joy on his face, instead his brows were slightly frowned.

Although the ten years of seclusion did not allow him to break through to the eighth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture, he did have a rough idea of ​​what the opportunity was.

Not long after, as a gust of mountain breeze blew across his face, a series of human figures appeared in front of Yan Xiu.

Looking at the faces he hadn't seen for a long time, Yan Xiu smiled faintly.

"Everyone, long time no see."

Upon hearing this, everyone bowed and cheered loudly.

"I've met Dao Zun!"

"I've met Master!"

Ten years of time naturally would not leave any traces on a warrior, but it did allow everyone to make a lot of breakthroughs in their cultivation.

After three years of seclusion, Xu Xiang finally entered the Qiankun realm he had always dreamed of.

Among Yan Xiu's three disciples, Qing'er was the first to reach the Qiankun realm.

Although everyone was caught off guard, Yan Xiu was not surprised at all.

Because he knew that with Qing'er's physique and everything he had tailored for her, her cultivation would naturally be smooth sailing, and there wouldn't be any major obstacles or bottlenecks.

Fortunately, Tang Yu and Liu Wuyan were also very competitive. After eight years of Yan Xiu's retreat, they also entered the Qiankun realm respectively.

As for the others, they naturally cannot compare in terms of realm, but at least they live up to everyone's expectations.

The baby Qionglong is still the same as it was ten years ago.

Although it doesn't seem to have changed in appearance, it has already reached the level of Demon Saint after inheriting the legacy.

If we only talk about individual combat power, apart from Yan Xiu, the only one in the entire Fuzhen Temple is the baby Qionglong.

During these ten years, Qingluan's cultivation level skyrocketed as the soul of Bairongrong was completely integrated, and he reached the level of Demon Lord.

Looking at everyone, Yan Xiu nodded with satisfaction.

"I wonder if Master has made a breakthrough in his realm after coming out of retreat this time?"

Hearing Tang Yu's words, everyone's ears pricked up involuntarily.

Although they didn't know what level of cultivation Yan Xiu had, they understood clearly that with every improvement in Yan Xiu's level, the sense of security in Da Yuan and everyone else's hearts would also increase.

Seeing their impatient looks, Yan Xiu did not answer or give any explanation.

"Go away. I will walk around the temple."

Upon hearing this, everyone bowed and dispersed, only Qing'er stayed by his side.

"Why don't you go?"

Qing'er giggled and came to Yan Xiu's side with her hands behind her back.

"Ten years have passed, and the temple has naturally undergone a lot of changes. Why don't you let me introduce it to you, Master?"

Yan Xiu smiled faintly and walked towards Fuzhen Temple.

Yan Xiu put on an ordinary face and strolled in Fuzhen Temple with Qing'er.

Listening to Qing'er's chattering and taking in the changes in Fuzhen Temple over the past ten years, Yan Xiu felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.

After walking like this for half an hour, the two arrived at a wide square.

In the center of the square, a towering tree stands.

The branches are as thick as a giant python, and the bark is full of grooves, engraved with the vicissitudes of time.

The lush green leaves form a canopy, blocking out the sky, and the sunlight shines through the gaps, creating a mottled effect.

The intricate branches are covered with layers of various talismans.

When the breeze blows, the talisman papers flutter in the air like colorful butterflies.

"what is this?"

Yan Xiu asked softly.

“This is a wishing tree.”

“This tree originally grew in Danzhou, 7,000 miles away, and it is already 10,000 years old.

After learning about it, His Majesty spent a lot of manpower and resources to transplant it into the temple. "

Qing'er stretched out her hand and waved it gently, and immediately a piece of talisman paper fell into her hand.

"After that, some people wrote their wishes on talisman paper and hung it on the tree trunk, praying that you, Master, could hear their voices and fulfill their wishes."

After saying that, Qing'er opened the talisman paper and read out the contents on it.

“I was bedridden in the past, but thanks to Dao Zun’s magical elixir, I have recovered now. I cannot express my gratitude in words.

So I walked lightly and with a pious heart, I went to the temple and bowed down to thank the Taoist master for his grace.

After reading it, Qing'er remembered this person and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Master, why don't you personally fetch a prayer talisman and fulfill their wishes?"

Qing'er instigated.

Yan Xiu smiled slightly and picked up the next prayer talisman.

But when he saw the words on the paper clearly, he burst out laughing.

Qing'er was puzzled when she saw this and hurriedly took the prayer talisman.

Looking closely, I saw four large crooked characters written on it.

Buddha bless.

...

...

After hearing that the Taoist master had come out of retreat, Tang Zheng, along with the empress and several princes and princesses, went to the Fuzhen Temple in a grand manner and stayed there for several days.

After the emperor left, Yan Xiu summoned everyone again and announced to them that he would be in seclusion for a long time and all matters would be left to them.

Everyone didn't take it seriously at first, but they didn't expect that Yan Xiu's retreat would be as short as an ordinary person's life.

...

...

The sixty years of Zhenghe.

The demon tribe, which had been living in peace with the Daxuan Dynasty, suddenly rioted, launched a surprise attack with lightning speed, and occupied more than ten states of Daxuan.

At this point, the two sides completely tore their faces apart and started fighting each other. For a time, the entire Daxuan was plunged into endless war.

...

The sixty-fifth year of Zhenghe.

A new official named Yan Zheng came to the Imperial Observatory.

Although this person is young, he has extraordinary talent that amazes everyone.

In just half a year, he completely solved the side effects brought by the teleportation formation.

When Tang Zheng learned about this, he was overjoyed and personally summoned Yan Zheng to confer him an official title and a higher rank.

After that, the emperor spread the teleportation formations across all the states.

However, this teleportation array can only be used by the imperial court at present, and ordinary people are not even qualified to take a look at it.

...

The seventy-eighth year of Zhenghe.

The Yuan Dynasty's destiny was completely integrated, and from then on it became one of the dynasties that lasted for thousands of years.

The emperor was delighted and announced a five-year tax exemption and a general amnesty.

In the short span of more than ten years thereafter, countless geniuses in the Yuan Dynasty's martial arts world emerged like mushrooms after a rain.

Even in a second-rate sect, there are many people who are at the second level of Tianyuan and Tiangang.

Some sects with a long history even have sect ancestors with the cultivation level of Qiankun realm.

...

In the same year, Yan Shuyin, the Saintess of Qionghua Waterside, came to the capital of the Yuan Dynasty in person.

The prince personally led all civil and military officials and the entire Fuzhen Temple out of the city to welcome him.

When Yan Shuyin learned that Yan Xiu had gone into seclusion, her originally happy expression disappeared instantly.

After that, she just lived in the temple and did not return to Mohai.

...

The eighty-ninth year of Zhenghe.

Affected by the power of luck, the emperor's health began to deteriorate year by year.

Although countless talented people used various methods and means to extend Tang Zheng's life, the effect was still less than ideal.

...

The ninetieth year of Zhenghe.

The emperor made an unprecedented decision. He decided to re-appoint the crown prince.

Afterwards, Tang Zheng stripped Tang Yu of his position as the Eastern Palace master and made the second prince Tang Chen the crown prince.

When this news came out, it was like a major earthquake for the capital.

For a time, the entire capital city was plunged into an endless undercurrent, with disputes one after another unfolding openly and covertly.

When the dust settled, Tang Yu, the person involved, did not make any reaction.

...

The ninety-seventh year of Zhenghe.

News came from the palace that the emperor died suddenly.

Just as Crown Prince Tang Chen was preparing to succeed to the throne, the Third Prince Tang Shuo and several other princes led their troops to force the palace. For a time, the entire capital was engulfed in flames.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the Golden Armored Guards loyal to the emperor suddenly rushed out and killed all the rebels who intended to rebellion.

Afterwards, the emperor, who had died suddenly, appeared in front of them, his eyes full of disappointment.

After that, Tang Shuo and those princes who intended to rebel disappeared.

Just two years later, Tang Zheng died in his palace.

He was posthumously named Emperor Ruide Zhaowu and was buried deep in the imperial mausoleum.

The entire Yuan Dynasty was in mourning, civil and military officials were in mourning, and the common people were in grief.

This time, Crown Prince Tang Chen encountered no more obstacles and successfully ascended the dragon throne, which symbolizes supreme power.

After Tang Chen succeeded to the throne, the reign title was Jiye, meaning inheriting the cause of the previous emperor.

...

The first year of Jiye.

The first thing the new emperor did after ascending the throne was to climb Dayuan Mountain and pay homage to the Taoist Master.

It’s just that Yan Xiu has been in seclusion for many years, and not only the emperor, but even Qing’er hasn’t seen him for a long time.

Although he did not meet the Taoist Master in person, Tang Chen talked with his brother Tang Yu in the courtyard for a long time.

After descending the mountain, the new emperor immediately issued an imperial decree.

With the strength of the entire country, a city was built in Zhongzhou that was as big as the capital.

Five years of succession.

After five years and a huge amount of manpower and resources, the city was finally completed.

Emperor Tang Chen personally named it Zhenyaojing.

Because Zhenyaojing was located in Zhongzhou, the central hinterland of the entire Yuan Dynasty, the emperor later moved the entire Zhenyao Bureau directly to the new city.

As long as any major state needs it, the Demon Suppression Bureau in Zhongzhou can arrive at the fastest speed.

As Tang Yu was the Grand Commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau, he naturally had no reason to stay in the capital, so he was transferred away as well.

But before Tang Yu left the capital, he took Ye Heng away from Fuzhen Temple.

Although the overall situation of the Yuan Dynasty was constantly changing and many turbulent events occurred during this period, Yan Xiu never showed up again.

In the mountaintop courtyard.

There was no longer a figure sitting cross-legged under the lush Jianmu trees, only the rustling sound of branches and leaves when the wind blew.