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

Yan Xiu smiled and said, "It is a great honor to be able to spar with Prince Yi's subordinates."

After saying this, he called Shouyuan and Shouqing and told them to inform the disciples in the temple about the matter.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the dozen or so guards accompanying them all look big and strong, but each of them has a strong murderous aura, and you can tell at a glance that they are veterans of the battlefield who have seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Tang Zheng saw Yan Xiu sitting there calmly, wondering, "Master, aren't you going to go down and watch the fight?"

Yan Xiu smiled and said, "I know all the abilities of the disciples in the temple. The victory or defeat is in my heart."

Thanks to the secret manual given by Zhu Miao back then, the disciples of Fuzhen Temple all practiced superior martial arts.

But they were mostly sparring with fellow disciples or famous warriors who came to exchange experiences, and they would fight to the point of being restrained. How could they be opponents of these vicious men who had their heads hanging on their belts?

So it goes without saying who will win and who will lose.

An hour later.

Shouyuan Shouqing walked back with depressed faces.

Looking at their expressions, Yan Xiu knew without even thinking that he had definitely lost.

"Master, we lost."

Shou Yuanqi sat on the cushion, breathing heavily, and didn't even want to practice his skills anymore.

If they had lost in a normal fight, they would have naturally accepted the defeat. However, King Yi's men were not only rude in their words, but also ruthless in their attacks, aiming directly at the opponent's vital points.

If the disciples had not been agile enough to dodge the attack, they would have been unable to get out of bed for ten days or half a month.

Facing the angry stares of the crowd, Prince Yi's men all looked indifferent. No one will fight with you to the end on the battlefield. If you can't kill the enemy with one blow, you will be the one to die.

But this is indeed true. Although everyone has complaints in their hearts, they can't get angry.

Looking at Shou Yuan and the other man who were very angry, Yan Xiu did not say much but just told them to practice harder.

Looking at the token left by Tang Zheng, Yan Xiu thought about it and put it into his sleeve, in case it might be useful in the future.

After leaving, King Yi did not return directly by the same route, but traveled around several surrounding states, recruiting talents to join his army.

It was not until the end of the year that Prince Yi returned to the capital.

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The end of the year.

There was heavy snow falling at Fuzhen Temple, and the whole temple was covered in silver.

Although fewer and fewer warriors dare to challenge Fuzhen Temple, the number of pilgrims who come to burn incense every day is increasing day by day.

The object of their prayers was no longer the statue in the temple, but the immortal living on the top of the mountain.

Yan Xiu recently developed a kind of elixir that can strengthen the body and eliminate hidden diseases when eaten by mortals.

He refined several furnaces in succession and gave them to the disciples of Fuzhen Temple, asking them to go down the mountain to gain experience and distribute them to the people at the same time.

The only requirement was that they recite the slogan composed by Yan Xiu himself before taking it.

"The people are righteous and upright, and the Immortal Master Yan Xiu of Fuzhen Temple is requesting to borrow the magic to cure diseases and exterminate evil."

After learning that the golden light of merit was born from the people, Yan Xiu began to think of ways to cheat people.

No, it should be said that it is to establish an image for yourself.

However, encountering things like war disasters is rare, and one can only rely on some small things to accumulate slowly. After all, one can't just run to where one hears about a disaster.

If a disaster is caused by human beings, I am afraid that before I can get any merit, I will be struck by lightning from God and punished by evil.

It's not like he had never thought about using clones for publicity, but if he had too many clones, his own strength would be greatly reduced. If he had too few clones, they wouldn't be of much use, so he had to give up for the time being.

Yan Xiu also asked Zhu Miao to let the disciples of the Demon Sect go and spread the news, but Zhu Miao showed some resistance to this matter.

After all, he is a member of the Demon Sect. Everyone in the martial arts world would be terrified by the news. It really made him feel strange that he would do something that went against his identity.

But under the pressure of Yan Xiu's eyes, Zhu Miao had no choice but to agree.

The twenty-first year of Jianwu.

The winter snow melts and spring arrives.

At the beginning of the new year, the disciples of Fuzhen Temple went down the mountain with the elixirs prepared by Yan Xiu and the talismans of the golden armored warrior for self-defense to promote his image.

This time, the team was led by the taciturn third senior brother, and Shou Yuan and Shou Qing had now reached the middle third level, so it was time to test the results of their practice, so they were also allowed to go down the mountain together.

So a group of dozens of people went out into the world to gain experience.

Yan Xiu was not worried when he went down the mountain this time. Not to mention that his third senior brother was at the peak of the fourth rank, the golden-armored warrior alone could rival a warrior in the transformation realm. Even if he could not defeat him, he could still fight with him and buy time for the others to escape.

However, the Golden Armor Warrior Talisman is very difficult to engrave. During such a long time, Yan Xiu has only engraved less than ten copies.

Our only guess is that it is difficult for ordinary things in this world to carry this magical power.

Nowadays, the reputation of Fuzhen Temple is growing, and its influence has gradually spread to the surrounding states and counties. I think no one would be stupid enough to seek their own death.

Time flies and more than a month has passed.

On this day, Yan Xiu, who was lying on the bed contemplating the ever-changing world, slowly opened his eyes.

Now that he has mastered this magical power, it is no problem for him to transform into some ancient strange beasts. However, this magical power consumes a lot of spiritual energy, so Yan Xiu does not intend to use it easily.

Just then a Taoist child ran up.

After bowing to Yan Xiu, the Taoist boy said crisply, "Abbot, there is an old man outside the mountain gate who wants to borrow something from our Fuzhen Temple. When I asked him what it was, he didn't answer and just told me to go there in person."

After listening to this, Yan Xiu quickly spread his spiritual sense and found the man the next moment.

The old man was wearing a yellow robe, had white hair and chicken skin, and looked almost exhausted. At this moment, he was sitting in the pavilion outside the mountain gate.

Although this person looks frail, he actually contains extremely powerful true energy deep in his dantian. Even those at the innate level would probably find it difficult to detect. He is not what he appears to be at all.

Compared with him, Cang Jian Xu Zhiqing is nothing.

"Got it, you can leave now."

The Taoist boy responded and quietly retreated.

Not knowing what this master wanted to borrow, Yan Xiu walked away thinking about it.

He only took one step and covered several feet, and in just a few steps he was already far away from here.

If a warrior in the Xiantian realm saw this scene, he would be greatly surprised. It is said that only warriors who have entered the Tianyuan realm can comprehend the ability to shrink the distance into an inch.

It only took Yan Xiu a dozen breaths to get from the top of the mountain to the outside of the mountain gate.

The old man in yellow robe who was resting saw the handsome young man who appeared in front of him at some point, and a fleeting shock flashed across his pupils.

“When did this person appear?”

While he was still confused, Yan Xiu spoke.

"Old man, I wonder what you are here to borrow from my Fuzhen Temple?"

The old man became more shocked when he heard this.

At this moment, he felt the same as King Yi. They both thought that the abbot of Fuzhen Temple would be an old man with a sage-like appearance, but they never imagined that he would be such a young boy.

"Young Taoist priest is indeed a hero in his youth. He really opened my eyes."

The old man exclaimed, then stood up with difficulty, leaning on the long stick in his hand, and looked at Yan Xiu.

"I am already a dying man. I came here only to seek a way to survive. I hope you can help me."

After saying this, he was about to kneel down tremblingly.

Yan Xiuxu raised his hand, and his spiritual power turned into a gentle breeze to help the old man up.

"I am a little bit proficient in the art of refining pills. If the old man is suffering from a serious illness, you might as well tell me. Perhaps I can find a way to cure it."

It was obvious that there was abundant true energy in his Dantian, which did not look like a dying person at all. Yan Xiu naturally would not believe what this man said.

The old man shook his head and said bluntly: "This old man's illness has no cure. There is only one way to cure it, and this method is very likely in the hands of the young Taoist priest."

Yan Xiu said nothing and waited for the next words.

"Excuse me, little Taoist priest, there is a rumor that you have raised a rare blue phoenix beast. Is this rumor true?"