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

Fifteen years passed in a flash.

Guizhou, Yong'an City.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning is like thousands of golden threads, crossing the green mountains and gently sprinkling on this quiet little town.

Yong'an City slowly wakes up under the gentle caress of the morning light.

A soft dawn light quietly emerged in the sky, like the elegant ink painting by a painter, shrouding the entire town in a hazy and mysterious light and shadow.

The shops on both sides of the street opened their doors one after another, making slight creaking sounds.

The door panel of one of the clinics was being carefully removed.

As the last door panel was removed, the owner of the clinic slowly walked out.

He was dressed in a blue shirt, as tall and straight as a green bamboo, with his sword-like brows and bright eyes revealing an extraordinary temperament.

He is tall and slender, with an imposing manner, and every move he makes reveals a sense of calmness and elegance, just like a handsome young man walking out of a painting.

As time went by, more and more people appeared on the streets.

They walked or rode horses through the busy streets.

Noise came from all directions, with hawking and shouting sounds coming one after another, never ending.

"Cakes, freshly baked cakes--!"

A muscular man eight feet tall was shouting loudly while carrying a load that was too big for his body.

His voice was loud and penetrating, as if it could penetrate the entire street.

The pancakes on the carrying pole gave off an enticing aroma, attracting passers-by to stop and buy.

"Grind the scissors, sharpen the kitchen knife!"

An old man with a wrinkled face sat in front of his stall, the grindstone in his hand made a rustling sound and he shouted in a hoarse voice.

Not far away, seven or eight children with pigtails gathered together.

Pairs of clear and bright eyes were staring intently at the lifelike sugar figures in the vendor's hands.

On the other side, a makeshift troupe of street performers was performing hard among the crowd.

They are dressed in colorful clothes, their movements are agile and graceful, and their skills are breathtaking.

Sometimes it soars and flies like an eagle in the sky, and sometimes it floats like boneless catkins, drawing cheers and applause from the crowd.

"My fellow villagers and elders, we are passing through Yong'an City and would like to borrow your precious land to sell our labor. Thank you for your support."

At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the crowd.

He has a sturdy build, a resolute face, and looks neat and tidy in his tight clothes.

The man bowed to everyone, a sincere smile on his face and a loud and powerful voice.

"We will have a shadow play in a few days, and I hope you will come and support us!"

After saying this, the man clasped his fists and saluted to the crowd.

As soon as the words fell, a wealthy man in luxurious clothes laughed loudly and said, "Okay, okay, as long as you make the master happy, no matter how much reward money you give, it doesn't matter!"

As he said this, he threw a silver ingot high into the air.

The performing man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he jumped up and grabbed the silver tightly in his hand.

A smile of surprise and joy appeared on his face, and he bowed to the man and clasped his fists: "Thank you very much for the reward, sir!"

...

In the clinic.

"Artemisia annua and Poria cocos, three qian each, Coptis chinensis and Dichroa chinensis, two qian each, Tangerine peel and Licorice, one qian each."

"When you get back, soak the herbs in clean water for 15 minutes. Then boil the water and herbs together, then simmer for half an hour over low heat. Take it once in the morning and once in the evening."

After handing the herbs to the old woman, Yan Xiu gave her gentle instructions.

The old woman took the herbs tremblingly, tears glistening in her eyes, and her gratitude was beyond words.

"Little Doctor Yan is really kind-hearted. If it weren't for you, I, an old man, would not be able to survive."

When she talked about the sad things, the old woman's eyes turned red and she turned her back to wipe her tears.

Three years ago, a father and his son went into the mountains to hunt together. They both accidentally inhaled miasma and the son died on the spot.

Although my father was lucky enough to survive, he was bedridden for the rest of his life, and our already poor family situation became even worse.

If it weren't for Yan Xiu's frequent relief, they would have starved to death in that dilapidated house.

At this time, the old woman took out a bundle of unnamed green wild vegetables from her straw basket and placed them on the table.

"Doctor Yan, I have nothing to repay you. These are the wild vegetables I grew at home. Although they are not worth much, they are all fresh. I hope Doctor Yan will not despise them."

When the old woman said this, her tone was cautious, fearing that Yan Xiu would refuse.

But Yan Xiu did not show any dissatisfaction. He accepted the wild vegetables with a natural expression and then put five cents in the old woman's palm.

"No, no! Doctor Yan, this won't do!"

The old woman waved her hands repeatedly to refuse, refusing to accept it no matter what. Yan Xiu didn't say anything about it.

After the old woman left, a faint light suddenly flashed in the straw basket on her back, and a string of coins appeared in it.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

After his retreat that year, naturally, everything that happened in the capital of the Yuan Dynasty could not escape his eyes and ears.

However, even if the new emperor Tang Chen ascended the throne and came to Dayuan Mountain to pay homage, Yan Xiu had no intention of showing up.

After a hundred years of silence, he finally found the opportunity to break through to the eighth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture.

That is becoming a mortal.

So Yan Xiu did not tell anyone in Fuzhen Temple and left Dayuan Mountain silently, without even leaving a clone to take charge.

The reason why he did this was that he wanted to see how the audience would fight back if a powerful enemy really invaded.

Of course, relying on the speed of the golden light, even if Yan Xiu is thousands of miles away from the capital, he can get back in a very short time.

As soon as the old woman left, a lot of people came.

Most of them were from poor families who were ragged and skinny, but among them there were naturally some wealthy people who were dressed in gorgeous clothes.

Yan Xiu had only been in Yong'an City for a few years, but with his medical skills, he had established a great reputation in the city.

Because he was generous and often treated the poor for free, many poor people respected him very much and called him a man with a heart of god.

"Doctor Yan, I can't see clearly at night recently. Am I going blind?"

A dark-skinned man nervously grasped the hem of his clothes and asked Yan Xiu fearfully.

Yan Xiu smiled faintly when he heard this, then turned around, took out a piece of silver from the cash box, handed it to the man and instructed him.

"Use this money to buy some offal. Eat them for a while and you'll be much better."

The man took the silver change and left the clinic, thanking the doctor profusely.

After looking at a few more people, there was suddenly a noise outside the clinic, accompanied by bursts of shouting.

"Quick, get out of my way!"

At the same time, a young man covered in blood rushed in.

On his back was another unconscious boy, and behind him was a dazed girl.

The young man was covered in blood, with hideous wounds all over his body caused by swords and knives.

"Brother Yan, please save Ah Cheng!"

After the young man broke into the clinic, he glanced around anxiously and quickly came to Yan Xiu.