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

Outside the city of Daming Prefecture, a group of more than ten riders were walking slowly on the official road. The horses, which were almost as tall as a person, were fat and strong, and they snorted loudly.

The horses they rode were all of a special breed bred in the Northwest Horse Farm of the Yuan Dynasty, and were specially used for charging on the battlefield.

The men sitting on the horses were all strong and sturdy, with fierce and murderous looks in their eyes. It was obvious at first glance that they were veterans who had survived the fighting on the battlefield.

The people around could tell at a glance that this group was definitely not made up of ordinary people, and they hurriedly made way for fear of a collision.

One of the young men in this team was particularly eye-catching.

He was tall and straight, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and he looked very impressive. He exuded an aura that looked down on the world.

This person is the world-famous Prince Yi Tang Zheng.

"Your Highness, the rumors here are just rumors spread by these peasants who have had enough food. Why bother coming here?"

"Yes, even if it is true, why don't you just give him an order and let him come here by himself?"

At this time, two of his men spoke up, their tones full of disdain and contempt for the rumors about Yan Xiu.

Having served in the army for many years, they hate this kind of people the most. They are obviously swindlers, but they dare to claim that they are gods.

If this kind of thing happened to them, they would have been beheaded long ago.

Tang Zheng said calmly, "It is said that the people of Daming Prefecture all saw that person survive the thunder tribulation with their own eyes, otherwise why would there be such a commotion, even the palace is discussing this matter."

He flicked his whip and continued, "If this person really has this ability, it would be a great help to me to have him under my command. If he is really a fraud, I will just come here for fun."

As Tang Zheng defeated the Shatuo Kingdom on the battlefield, his reputation grew, and he began to have ideas in his mind.

So what if he established the Crown Prince? As long as the situation has not been settled, he can still fight for the position of Crown Prince!

After thinking about it, he whipped his horse whip and a group of more than ten riders galloped on the official road, raising a cloud of dust.

After about an incense stick of time, we finally saw the city gate of Daming Prefecture.

Prefect Zheng had been waiting here with his men. When he saw Tang Zheng and his dozen riders, he hurriedly came forward and bowed.

"Your humble servant Zheng You pays respect to King Yi!"

The officials behind him knelt down one after another and shouted, "Greetings to King Yi."

Tang Zheng did not dismount. He glanced at the officials who came to greet him and went straight into the city.

After all of Prince Yi's troops had entered Daming Prefecture, Prefect Zheng got up on his horse and chased after them.

The most luxurious inn in Daming Prefecture had already been booked and managed by Prefect Zheng. As soon as Prince Yi entered Daming Prefecture, he could just move in with his luggage.

Tang Zheng was a veteran of the battlefield and didn't care much about these things, but he was indeed very satisfied with the arrangements made by Zheng Fuyin.

In the guest room.

Tang Zheng sat in the main seat with a majestic posture, while Zheng Fuyin stood beside him with a hunched back, ready to take orders.

"Your Highness, the sedan chair for going up the mountain has been prepared and we can set off at any time."

Before Tang Zheng could say anything, an angry shout from the guard beside him frightened Zheng Fuyin so much that he almost lost his soul.

"What a great show of authority! It would have been fine if he hadn't come to greet His Highness upon learning that he was coming, but he actually wanted us to go up to meet him?! I think he is tired of living!"

The shout that contained true energy exploded in Zheng Fuyin's ears, making him dizzy and almost falling down.

At this time, Zheng Fuyin was complaining in his heart.

He had repeatedly warned Yan Xiu to go down the mountain to welcome him, otherwise if they offended King Yi, no one would end up well.

Who would have thought that not only did Yan Xiu not come down the mountain, he didn't even send anyone to represent Fuzhen Temple to greet him.

Zheng Fuyin immediately knelt down and said tremblingly: "Your Highness, please forgive me, your humble servant, your humble servant..."

His mind was racing, trying to find an excuse to exonerate himself.

Tang Zheng did not blame him, raised his hand to stop him, and said with interest: "If this person comes to greet me, I will look down on him. Now I am more interested."

Hearing this, the stone in Zheng Fuyin's heart fell down and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go up the mountain right away. I can't wait to meet the Taoist priest."

After Tang Zheng finished speaking, he stood up and walked out of the house.

Prefect Zheng hurriedly stood up and followed behind, saying flatteringly: "Your Highness the Fifth Prince must have traveled a long way. I have prepared a banquet to welcome you."

The guard sneered and said disdainfully: "Can the cooks from your place compare to the imperial chefs in the palace?"

Prefect Zheng smiled awkwardly and dared not refute, and nodded in agreement.

Outside the inn, Tang Zheng and his group of more than ten riders headed straight for Fuzhen Temple.

In front of the mountain gate of Fuzhen Temple.

Taoist Master Mingxu led all the disciples to wait here. Li Feng stood behind him and whispered, "Master, is it really okay if Junior Brother Yan doesn't come?"

Taoist Mingxu was also a little worried. After all, the Prince of Yi was now deeply favored by the emperor in the court. If he was accused of disrespect, he would be in big trouble.

"His Highness the Fifth Prince has arrived!"

Soon, a deep voice came from the mountain path.

Tang Zheng and his party, accompanied by Yin Zheng, walked slowly towards the mountain gate.

Taoist Master Mingxu stepped forward, bowed and said, "I am Taoist Master Mingxu, and I, along with my disciples Fuzhen, would like to greet King Yi."

The disciples behind him also saluted.

Tang Zheng was obviously absent-minded and waved his hand casually.

He looked around and said with a smile, "I wonder if the Taoist priest who survived the thunder tribulation in the void is here?"

Taoist Master Mingxu felt nervous and bowed his head to apologize, saying, "My disciple is aloof by nature and rarely socializes with others. He only knows how to practice hard in the mountains all day long. He did not come to greet you this time. I hope King Yi will forgive me."

Everyone in Fuzhen Temple was on high alert, fearing that if Taoist Mingxu said something wrong, he would be thrown into jail for disrespect by the Fifth Prince.

Before Tang Zheng could say anything, the bodyguard behind him snorted coldly.

"This Taoist priest is so arrogant that he doesn't even give face to the Fifth Prince. You should know that when the Fifth Prince returned to the court, even the current emperor personally went to Deshengmen to welcome him. Could it be that his face is greater than that of the current emperor?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Taoist Mingxu's face turned pale. It turned out that what you fear will come true.

Tang Zheng did not stop his men. Instead, he looked at Taoist Mingxu and his group with a smile.

The scene fell into a stalemate for a while.

Zheng Fuyin sighed in his heart and shook his head uncontrollably. If he had listened to his words earlier, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation now.

At this moment, a gentle voice came from the Taoist temple.

"I am late and failed to welcome you. I hope King Yi will forgive me."

When everyone heard the sound, they looked and saw Yan Xiu walking down the bluestone steps.

He is wearing a green shirt and holding a sword, with handsome sword-like eyebrows. He is a unique and handsome man, one of a kind in the world. He exudes an extraordinary temperament from the inside out.

Tang Zheng's expression seemed a little unexpected.

In his mind, he imagined Yan Xiu to be a man of about the same age as Taoist Mingxu, a hale and hearty old man.

But he didn't expect that it would be such a young boy, which inevitably surprised him.

The crowd made way for him and Yan Xiu walked over slowly.

Just as everyone was intoxicated by Yan Xiu's stunning appearance, a gruff voice snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Babyface!"