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

In the quiet room.

Yan Xiu sat beside the bed, looking at Ali who was sleeping soundly.

Even in her sleep, the little girl's brows were still slightly frowned.

Yan Xiu tucked the quilt gently, and every movement was full of tenderness and care, as if he was protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

At this moment, Shen Zhi quietly opened the door, walked in slowly, came to Yan Xiu and spoke in a low voice.

"Brother Yan, everything has been done."

Although countless people witnessed the scene just now, no one knew that it was Yan Xiu who did it.

They regarded all this as the manifestation of the Buddha, punishing the misguided Chan Yuan and making him receive the punishment he deserved.

"Take care of Ali for me. I have some things to take care of."

Shen Zhi was full of doubt when he heard this and asked quickly.

"Brother Yan, now that Chan Yuan has been executed, and those monks who violated the rules in the temple have also been punished, is there anything that is missing?"

Yan Xiu stood up slowly.

"Zhen Yuan's body is dead, but his soul has not completely disappeared."

Recalling the thrilling scene just now, he summoned the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder to destroy Chan Yuan's physical body, but did not kill him completely.

Yan Xiu noticed that at the moment of Chan Yuan's death, a wisp of almost imperceptible soul instantly escaped into the void and floated away.

No one else present could have noticed it except Yan Xiu.

And he had already left behind means of tracking.

All we have to do now is wait and see where the escaped soul will go.

At that time, I will chase after him with the golden light and catch and kill the mastermind behind the scenes.

"In that case, I will go with Brother Yan."

Yan Xiu smiled faintly when he heard this.

"I don't trust anyone else to take care of Ali except you."

This simple sentence seemed like a heavy burden, falling heavily on Shen Zhi's shoulders.

He knew that this was Yan Xiu's trust and entrustment in him.

Shen Zhi's heart warmed when he heard this, and he nodded heavily with a sonorous tone.

"Brother Yan, go ahead and do your work with peace of mind. I'll be by Ali's side and will ensure that she is safe and unharmed."

With Shen Zhi's assurance, Yan Xiu's figure suddenly turned into a gust of wind and disappeared in an instant.

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That night.

Under the cover of night, Chan Yuan's barely visible soul passed through numerous obstacles.

Finally he landed deep in a desolate ancient forest and stopped in front of a hidden cave.

Inside the cave, the dim candlelight illuminated a figure in a black robe, his face hidden in the darkness.

"Chanyuan, you failed after all."

A cold voice came out from the mouth of the man in black robe.

"My Lord, I have done my best."

Chan Yuan's spirit seemed erratic, as if he was trying to maintain his form, and his voice was weak and trembling.

The man in black robe slowly stood up and walked to the center of the cave. The air around him seemed to become heavier because of his actions.

“If you fail, you will have to pay the price, but you still have the final value.”

"Who disrupted the plan?"

When Chan Yuan said that he was killed by a divine thunderbolt, the man in black robe fell into silence.

"Thunder magic? Could it be some Taoist master who did this?"

He thought to himself.

As far as he knew, Buddhism had no means of summoning thunder, and only Taoist disciples could harness the power of thunder.

"The divine thunder was so fast that it destroyed my body and soul in the blink of an eye..."

Chan Yuan prayed with a trembling voice.

"Please, Lord, rebuild my body for me so that I can take revenge!"

His words were filled with urgency and a desire for revenge.

Upon hearing this, the man in black robe curled up a cold smile.

His figure slowly walked out from the darkness and headed towards the center of the cave.

A giant incense burner that is exactly the same as the one Chan Yuan carried stands in the middle.

It is huge, almost half a person's height, and emits a faint dark light.

There were three incense sticks in the incense burner, each as thick as a baby's arm.

The man in black robe twisted his fingers lightly, and the three incense sticks began to ignite strangely.

The blue flames jumped, illuminating his deep eyes and reflecting the look of fear on Chan Yuan's face.

"My Lord, what do you mean?"

Chan Yuan's voice trembled, full of confusion and panic.

The man in black robe did not answer. After doing all this, he slowly turned around.

The tall figure cast a shadow, covering Chan Yuan. His eyes were as cold as ice, revealing an indifferent scrutiny.

"You have lost your value, why should I waste my energy to rebuild your body?"

As he spoke, his gaze passed Chan Yuan and fell on the entrance of the cave, with a meaningful arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Besides, there will be guests arriving soon."

As soon as these words were spoken, Chan Yuan couldn't help but look back in the direction of that gaze, feeling an inexplicable sense of uneasiness and anxiety in his heart.

The three incense sticks in the huge incense burner burned rapidly. In just a moment, half of them had burned out, leaving only wisps of green smoke.

Just at this moment, a breeze blew across my face, and a figure in green leisurely appeared at the entrance of the cave.

Yan Xiu strolled into this dark place leisurely, his posture was as calm as if he was strolling in his own back garden.

Inside the cave, Yan Xiu's gaze passed over Chan Yuan and the man in black robe and fell directly on the incense burner.

"Your Excellency is quite capable. You were able to find this place."

When Chan Yuan saw Yan Xiu, he suddenly remembered something.

"My Lord, I remember that I seemed to have said something to him, and then I was struck to death by the divine thunder..."

Upon hearing this, the man in black robe spoke tentatively.

"Are you a Taoist disciple?"

"Qingyun Temple, Wuwei Temple, Taiyi Xuanmen, or Meishan Tianshi Mansion?"

The man in black robe had the impression that these Taoist sects were all good at using thunder magic.

I think the other party should be one of them.

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiu only replied with two words.

"Capital."

When the man in black robe heard this, he immediately looked puzzled.

"When did the capital city have a Taoist sect that was good at using thunder magic?"

Yan Xiu couldn't help but frown when he heard this.

I haven't been out for so many years. Could it be that Fuzhen Temple has fallen into decline?

Although he did not pass down the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder directly, he did leave behind a simplified version of the Thunder Art.

This Thunder Art is enough for the disciples of Fuzhen Temple to summon ordinary thunder and lightning to destroy evil spirits.

"Well, no matter which Taoist sect you are from, you must die today!"

After saying this, the black robe rolled like a dark cloud, and he rushed towards Yan Xiu with great momentum, as if he wanted to swallow up the air around him.

In an instant, the man just raised his foot and his whole body froze like a sculpture.

Only his eyes kept flickering, revealing the fear and helplessness that could not be concealed in his heart.

Yan Xiu shook his head indifferently.

Then he walked calmly and steadily towards the huge incense burner, where the incense had run out but the warmth was still there.

But Yan Xiu grasped in mid-air and caught the evil aura that dissipated with the curling green smoke.

"It's actually the capital city..."

The huge incense burner in front of you contains a mystery, storing unfathomable amounts of evil power.

When the three sandalwood incense sticks were lit, wisps of smoke rose up.

The evil energy in the incense burner followed the curling green smoke into the void and spread to the four directions.

Yan Xiu's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he could see through the paths of these evil spirits interweaving in the void.

Although these evil spirits seem to have no trace, they actually all point to a common destination.